Strength – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

The Miseducation of the misunderstood

May 26, 2018August 28, 2020Posted in Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Art, Consciousness, Creative Writing, Death, Depression, Emotions, Expression, Faith, Fear, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Future, Growth, Heal the Pain, Honesty, Illumination, Individuality, Influence, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Love, Mental Health, Online Writing, Pain, Passion, Peace, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Reflection, Self-Love, Soul, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Trust, Truth, Unconditional Love, Unity, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

The Miseducation of the misunderstood harbors overwhelming anxiety; which creates layers underneath the shell.

Always home like a tortoise, but I am a nomad in my own body.

The feeling of loneliness sets in every time one of my personalities decide to leave.

I am wandering

Invested in a venture that is company to misery.

I declare communicative bankruptcy.

Do me the service of sending all my messages, subliminally. This misinterpreted status will be one for the books.

Face it —

Who are we without the royalties in freedom of speech?

Too many unwritten rights you have, that wasn’t taught to me.

Do you know me?

Do I know you?

How valuable is identity to a thief? The only benefit in this hijacking is the doubt you will finally understand that…

I volunteered, but I never asked.

Never raised my hand in class.

So many questions that still need an answer

So many answers that should be questions.

What will be the solution?

It seems I’m the problem.

I am a weapon – non lethal

A dangerous mind shooting stars

Trynna reach the moon, cause I was told that’s as far as love can go.

I am a victim of time!

Trapped behind the bars in the same cage the bird sung.

Those melodies still linger.

The ink blots begin to show.

I think it’s bleeding through!

I use to dream in cursive until…

Murder she wrote.

Now it’s killing me softly.

The standard is to understand

The extreme is to overstep.

The Miseducation of the misunderstood can’t be taught only felt.

-Leighrick

A Natural Disaster

February 11, 2018February 11, 2018Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Emotions, Faith, Growth, Heal the Pain, Insomnia, Leighrick, Life, Love, Online Writing, Pain, Poetry, Relationships, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

Should I have assumed this was quicksand?

I’ve always been intrigued by the gentleness of the beach.

Upon my arrival, the land was dry

My tears reached the surface and my breaths shortened.

I looked down…I am drowning,

Treading through thoughts of my own anxiety.

This could be considered a natural disaster.

Trying to hold on…just hold on….

Just save me but sacrifice yourself.

-Leighrick

Broken Pedestals

November 19, 2015Posted in Family, Free Writes, Initations, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Balance, Consciousness, Dysfunctional Families, Emotions, Expression, Family, Feelings, Free Spirits, Freedom, Freedom Portals, Goddess, Grandmother, Growth, Heal the Pain, Healing, Individuality, Influence, Inspiration, Justice, Leighrick, Life, life after death, Life Journey, Light, Lost Children, Love, Motivation, Museum, Online Writing, Peace, Poetry, Poetry in Motion, Positive Energy, Realization, Reflection, Renegade, Sacrifice, Self-Love, Solar Plexus, Soul Poet, Spirit, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Unconditional Love, Visionary, Wings, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

Don’t lose sight of the light.
I close both my eyes, but
Leave the third one open-wide.
Absorbing and Transforming,
Life is a canvas already been painted on; which color will you use to highlight the accents?
How many ways can I contrast the madness?
We are often too busy adding structure to the broken pedestals that once seated those you placed highly.
Deceived if depth can’t be seen without views of the horizon.
Still can’t hear me yelling – only seeing me naked.
This one really speaks to me…
Eye can’t teach them to listen.
Splatter paint like emotion wherever I go.
The world is my canvas. I create in the shadows.
Wash that mask, under that mask, beneath the skin.
Peel the flesh back like old pages.
This book is blank just like the canvas.
Invisible ink disguised as experience.
Squeeze the color out my veins, and witness the light ooze through pores.
Decorating the pews they are glued to.
Stained with the truth not illustrated on the glass.
Looking out the window is living in the past.
Breaking that window is living.
I’m breaking my silence how trees uproot sidewalks.
I belong in the street.
Driving myself crazy, playing hide-n-go-seek with self-identity.
Don’t be lazy.
Chasing my tears to the waterfall of my dreams.
Flowing…
Now I’m glowing..
I stay woke.

-Leighrick

The Last Train, Until…

April 30, 2015Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Life, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Be The Change, Consciousness, Depression, Dysfunctional Families, Emotions, Family, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Growth, Heal the Pain, Illumination, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Life Lessons, Love, Memories, Mental Health, Motivation, nostalgia, Online Writing, Pain, Parents, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Relationships, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

Picture ya life on the subway –
Labeled a runaway.
Always taught to chase dreams, but catching them was never imagined.
On the train til infinity, where every malfunction exceeds a boundary.
The sky ain’t the limit, its the ticket.
What’s the difference?
I can see beyond the colors of the prism.
I have touched many moons.
Floating – weightless –
Patient.
Healing myself, still doctoring the wounds from when they severed the ties to my portal.
The only home I’ve known, now it just seems as if love don’t live here no more…
So I roam.
Telling the streets my secrets.
Leaving tattoos when I spit the words penetrate the skin.
The concrete cracks.
A Rose emerges.
The train door closes before I even look back…
I pricked myself on the thorns, I wail as the horn sounds…I realize
My overstanding reality is under attack.
-Vigilant Leighrick

Broken Open

March 31, 2015April 15, 2015Posted in Family, Life, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Be The Change, Depression, Dysfunctional Families, Emotional Abuse, Emotions, Family, Fear, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Growth, Heal the Pain, Health, History, Honesty, Insomnia, Knowledge, Life, Life Lessons, Love, Memories, Motivation, nostalgia, Online Writing, Pain, Parents, Poet, Poetry, Present, Reality, Realization, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Thoughtful, Truth, Unconditional Love, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.

Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.

Implicitly.

Shattered and now broken open.

I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.

It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.

The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?

Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.

This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..

Limitless…

-Leighrick

I am Human

April 1, 2014Posted in Leighrick's Quiet QuotesTagged Emotions, Faith, Feelings, Freedom, Heal the Pain, Leighrick, Love, Online Writing, Poetry, Self-Love, StrengthLeave a comment

I am not a doormat for your emotions, nor am I a wall for your projection! I am a human being! Dammit

Linguistics

April 1, 2014April 1, 2014Posted in Love, Pieces of PoetryTagged Emotions, Feelings, Heal the Pain, Health, Leighrick, Love, Online Writing, Poetry, Relationships, Self-Love, Spoken Word, StrengthLeave a comment

Since We Speak The Same Language.

There’s always this back and forth.
I wonder why?
Chances were given, but you hardly tried.
Contrary to the myth,
You made it easy to say good-bye.
I said my peace, left my feelings in this piece.
Hit the Mary J, and said “Fuck It! I’m not gone cry”.
You say, “We go deeper”, but your narrow vision isn’t that wide.
Now you’re back to catching feelings, but I threw mine
As bait, in the river, I cried.
Where there was plenty of cold-blooded species like mine.
Obviously a toxic misuse of time,
and the pollution of loneliness reigned on.
Thoughts of you stormed my mind,
Forming a dark cloud, diluting emotions.
Anger took the form of lightening, and that quick
3 strikes became equivalent to 1.
No matter the weather or the excuses,
I told myself, we were done.
Yet you’re still smelling roses,
Caught up by dozens, the pun was lost.
A big joke it all seems to be.
No longer looking for love, even though
You’re still hiding behind a bush.
I just may have overlooked ya.
Now you’re yelling ‘STOP’, so I accelerate.
You used to tell me I moved slow, but all you do is hesitate.
Trying to illustrate forever.
You couldn’t see my vision, now that you’ve open your eyes
You’ve mistaken love at first sight.
You don’t know me.
Word is bond, your is tongue tied.
Speechless.
No more moving back, only forward
The message has been sent,
I Cc’d you – I hope you received it.

Signed, Sealed, & Delivered

-Leighrick