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Tuesday, May 28, 2024

It's nothing


 

I'm not going going to pretend it hurt.

It indeed did. 

I'm not  going to act like I don't revisit that moment from time to time and try to play out different scenarios in my mind.

You already know what you did.

Don't bother asking because you already know.

I accepted your apology along time before ever "actually " formed the words to say.

I was never angry or disappointed in you.

I knew what it was. You showed me time and again.

I just want to know. 

I don't hold grudges.

I let them go.

You wondered why I've become so distant....well now you know.

It's not you.  It's me.

I'm different now.

I've been forever changed.

I know know myself worth.

I now know not go in rooms I'm celebrated in.

I now know the companionships has always been within.

I'm not angry at all.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Now I not to expect more from what simply is.

I use to take things super personal.

Now it is what is 


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Sunday, December 31, 2023

Like that

 



A lot of people call me loner.

Some say introvert.

They say I live in my head.

I would agree with that 

That's where I want to be.

That's the best place to keep tabs on me.

I stay silent so I don't miss a beat.

I like to listen for messages that not spoken with words 

I'm  observer.

I notice a lot.

I see things and people for what they are.

On the surface I may appear to aloof.

That's only because I constantly embrace truth.

Truth is a cruel mistress at times.

If see as distant it may be because I'm shivering from her icy touch.

I say very little but I do very much.

I'm hard to get a read on.

It's not an accident.

I'm like that by design.

I realized early in life I can't be every one's cup of tea.

You something though 

That's perfectly alright with me.


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War paint


 

Your hear sirens and explosions every corner you turn.


You walk  cautiously to avoid

 stepping on potential land mines.


Your  heart is racing fevershiouly trying to escape.


You jump at the sound of the wind when it blows.

Your barely able to sleep because you never know when you'll be attacked.

You walk alone while constantly watching your back.

Your circle is small.

You have many acquaintances but no friends.

You often feel like your between a rock and a hard place and you've reached your wits end.

You wonder where it's all coming from.

Who is this asscalent.

Who is your tormentor.

Why do they seem to keep targeting only you.

You keep wondering what you could have possibly done to them to trigger these chains events.

You'd pay anything for hint or clue.

Don't your stain your brain too hard trying to figure this conundrum out.

They enemy is closer than you think.

The enemy.....is you.


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Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Choice words


 


Some call me a senick.

Others say I'm delusional.

Many  say I'm arrogant.

A few days I'm rude.

I've heard I'm mean.

Some people say I'm full of it.

A some people say I'm negative.

A whole lot of people say I'm weird.

It's a good thing I don't listen to some people.

It's a good thing for me that I only pay attention to the one voice I need to hear.

They can "think" whatever they like.

They can believe whatever they want to about me.

They can assume.

They can doubt.

They can  mock.

They can even count me out. 

What they can never do is know what I'm truly about.

I'm operating on frequency they'll never be able to hear 

I'm walking at pace they'll never match.

I'm touching things they'll never feel.

I'm authentically walking in my purpose.

I'm uniquely brilliant.

I'm iron clad resilient.

No shade.

No cap.

It's who I be.

It's not a matter of opinion.

It's bonified fact.

Hallzie Allen.

Hallzie the Narrator.

hallzythepoet.

The visionary.

Can you dig that? 


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Friday, September 15, 2023

Words.





Speak well.

Speak life.

Speak light 

Speak wise. 

Speak intentionally.

Speak kindly.

Speak clearly.

Speak with confidence.

Speak with authority.

Speak with conviction. 

Words have the power to build. 

Words can even destroy.

However you choose to speak just make sure you understand what you are speaking.

Words are powerful.

Words have the power to inform.

Words are electric.

Words have the ability to take on shape.

Words can transform.

Words can be instructional.

Words can inform.

Words change the atmosphere.

Words can touch the  souls of those  both far and near. 

Words can illustrate pictures to the blind.

Words can be forgotten but words never fully disappear.

Words become sentient as soon as they leave your mouth.

Do yourself a favor.

Taste your word before you spit them out.


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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

News flash

 



All your efforts to ruin me are completely in vain.

I'm still winning.

I'm still advancing.

I'm still smiling.

I'm still dancing.

Each time you send your minions to trip me up I only grow stronger. 

I don't miss a step.

I just last longer.

You can't hurt me.

You can't mock me because I don't care.

I enjoy being by myself. 

I don't crave attention like you.

I don't a crowd to acknowledge anything I do.

Your goal is to try to make me so miserable I cry.

You'll never get that satisfaction.

The only tears I weep are the for you. 

How sad you must be to constantly spend all your free time trying to torcher and humiliate me.

You go far as to recruit others to join your quest.

I got news for you all them too.

If my way of life bothers you.... guess what.

I haven't even started yet.



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Saturday, September 9, 2023

Sounds good


 

It must be nice to live in your world.

You've created this perfect space where you are always right and never to blame.

You are always the victim while everyone else is always the one's that inflict pain.

You are always the hero and never the villain.

It's you against the world. 

Everyone that doesn't agree with your point of view is the devil or a hater.

No one  "ever"  tried to help you or attempts to try to understand your plight. 

It's Your world.

Hey, what ever helps you sleep at night.




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Saturday, September 2, 2023

Devine.



Some people only desire wealth.

Others crave power.

Some wish only to conquer.

Many lust for love.

Others crave attention.

I'm different.

I'm in of pursuit of sunshine.

I want to soar to maximum height.

I want to unbridled.

Unrestrained.

To be liberated from the abyss from within.

To know true peace and stand on immovable soil.

To shed my carnality and to walk with the ancestors into true reality.

To find beauty in darkest recesses of this physical plane.

To have a sublime awaking and be a new.

To walk on unparalleled lines.

To bear witness to the most high and all that is sublime.




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Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Seeds of revolt.

 



I reject your authority.


I challenge all your claims of superiority.

I'm not impressed.

I'm not afraid.

My mind's made up.

My path is paved.

It will take more might than you can muster to intimidate  or dissuade me .

My nerves are iron clad.

My will is steel.

You can not budge me.

I am prepared to die on my hill.



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Tuesday, August 29, 2023

To be honest




I'm not into big crowds.

I'm not into being flashy and loud.

I love find beauty in all things.

I don't like to argue.

I don't like to debate.

I ponder.

I take everything in.

I consider all but select the best.

High vibration

Low stress .

Loving in abundance and walking in stride.

I create the atmosphere.


I am a whole vibe.



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Saturday, November 19, 2022

Not that deep

 


What are you so angy about?

Do you even really know?

Is because you couldn't get the last word or it just didn't pan out?

Look deep inside and assess the plot.


Take  a deep breath and take moment to be grateful for your nots.

Your not dead.

Your not starving.

Your not disabled.

Your not diseased.

Your not alone.

Your not in danger.

Your not in need.

Forgive yourself for making that mistake.

Forgive them as well for they were not fully  aware  of their slight.

Don't hold on to it.

It's hurting you more than you can possibly know.


Stay rooted in love.

Let yesterday be yesterday and anticipate and thankful for the opportunity to be given a new  day.

It's perfectly alright to dwell in the house of anger from time to time but just don't plan on making it a permanent stay.

Let that hatred go before you drape the covers over yourself as you prepare to go to sleep.

The only thing that matters is your own well being.

Nothing else is all that deep.



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Saturday, September 24, 2022

Do not disturb

 




If your not pouring into me then your draining me.

If your not being a compliment to the experience that is me then you are complicating me.

If you not inspiring me then you distracting me.

If you don't believe in me then leave me.

My path is righteous and course is clear.

If you can't aide and assist me then  disappear.

I have a vision.

Close your eyes if you do not want to see.

I need love that is sincere.

If don't understand the assignment then please just disappear.

Leave alone and let me be.

I don't need your sympathy.

All I need is authentic 

L-O-V- E.



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Thursday, September 1, 2022

So real





I've come so far in my journey.

Sometimes I can hardly believe it.

Sometimes when I'm all alone I sit back and reflect on things.

I can't believe on how green I used to be.

I would believe "anything" "anyone" told me.

I took everything at face value without ever once acknowledging my own value.


I just used to naively just used to listen and believe meaninglessness word.

That all changed the day I decided to seek truth in all it's forms.

I awakened from docile slumber.

No more fairy tales and fantasy land for me.

No more just taking anyone's word.

No going back and believing that Sylvester never catches Tweety bird.


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Saturday, August 27, 2022

Planted


It all begins with the soil.

It holds under pressure and nurtures the seed.

Fertile soil will provide all you need.

Its supply will never deplete.

Life comes from it.
It can produce shade or bare fruit.

The fruit can be bitter or it can be sweet.
The soil never lies.

The love always show.

Pro tip.

Don't waste time watering things that will never grow.


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