[ Featuring Vigilant Leighrick ]
All Gods children need traveling shoes, just give me a cool drink of water 'fore I die.
They went home, trying to protect tattered souls & calloused memories.
Spending time following footsteps and sculpting new pathways.
The detached shadows disappear amongst the darkness.
Where love is a scream of anguish,
Light is born in the uncertainty of idea -
When I think about myself, it's just before the world ends, on a bright day next week.
Somewhere in the wild caged birds harmonize, and it sounds like pearls to freedom fighters.
Great trees fall - still I rise.
A Black Ode.
We saw before our seeming.
The mothering blackness, pick em up and lay em down.
Life doesn't frighten me.
Day to day experiences are enlightening and inspiring a generation in an uprising of culture.
I pray my wings are gonna fight me well, with and artful pose - a brave startling truth.
For us, who dare not dare?
I almost remember song for the old ones, the little girl speaking.
And still I rise.
A kind of love, some say phenomenal women traveling just for a time; at an unmeasured tempo.
This is recovery.
The singer will not sing.
I shall not be moved.
Shaker, why don't you sing?
Changing and born that way.
Old folks laugh & ask,
"Why are they happy people?"
Fighting was natural.
They ask, "why?", in retrospect I answer.
Impeccable conception.
Gather together in my name
Leighrick
