Showing posts with label Hallzies Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hallzies Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Snake Spit.





I see your scales.




I hear your hiss.




I’m watching the way you slither.





Stay back!






Way back.





Don’t bother coming hither.






The venom you secrete is toxic and vile.





I’m in no mood for your sadistic bile.






You slither about pretending to a friend when in reality you’re a foe.






You're retched ,conniving, and backstabbing.





You're the lowest of the low.






Conceal your fangs if you want to.






I’m already on your game.





You’re only delighted when you’re causing pain.






I refuse to get insnared in your coils of misery and fall prey to your hissing lies.






I see you for what you are and nothing more.






So if you’d like to strike go ahead and try.






I’m cloaked in the truth. The anti venom to your lies.






You might as well slither away now, for if you strike.






You’ll surely die!



copyright 4/19/12 HLH
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Monday, March 12, 2012

The caged bird




You spread your wings too far apart and flew too close to the sun.






You looked for other ways to live life and saw none.




Now you sit isolated and all alone. All you have is memories and visions of home.





You lie awake restless and wondering when you'll see this place again.





You want desperately for someone to open your cage so that you may flee, to spread your wings again and to be free. Fear not , your day is coming soon.





Take heart to all the lessons you learned in your cage so that when your freedom comes you may bloom.





For freedom is but a state of mind. A cage is just a room.





I dedicate this poem To My father, and all other prisoners and parolees in the U.S penal system.





The worst part is already over brotha's and sista's.





Keep ya head up. All you have to do now is live righteously and you can't fail.




 copy right 3/12/12 HLH

Monday, March 5, 2012

Ascend?



I’m just sitting here cherishing the sunshine



All the while anticipating the rain

Running from loss


Chasing the gain


Showing my strength and pride


Masking my pain


Holden of for dear life trying not go insane.


My thoughts trail off in dew like vapor.


If tranquility is steel.


Then anguish must be paper.


So what to do?


Embrace it or run from it?


It’s not here yet


I’ll think nothing more of it.

copyright 3/5/12

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The art of me


Today I’m off to a fresh start.
I’m leaving tomorrow behind and working on my futures art.
I’m dipping my brush and pushing my pen.
I’m not worried about past blotches nor blunders.
I’m not concentrating on the clocks’ ticking thunder.
I’m creating.
I’m just flowing not debating.
No hang-ups or frowns.
No new cases of the get me downs.
What am I making you ask?
I’ll tell you when I know.
Right now. I'm just enjoying the task.

copyright 11/23/10 HLH

Monday, November 1, 2010

Autum prelude


Now Hear the rustling leaves.



Feel the cool autumn breeze.



Listen closely and you'll hear the wind whisper a tale.



Night sets in and it chimes it's bell.



Nature awaits in readiness as it prepares to sip from life's harvest well.



The elixir will be potent yet relaxing.



Soothing the body from ware and easing the mind from taxing thoughts.

Accepting all that and remembering yet releasing all that has been lost.



Down the frothy brew.



Let it trickle slowly down your pallet.



Savor every sweet and bitter sip.



Let it flush your cheeks and tingle your lips.



Now tilt your goblet and raise your neck to gaze at the dusk drenched sky.



Give thanks to for this blessing.



Kneel and be humble.



Aspire to be great.



Embrace all the seasons miracles.. both great and small



Turn your inhibitions like the color on leaves.



Bare witness to fall.

copyright 11/1/10 HLH

























































Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Resolve




I paid my dues and earned my place.





I poured salt in my wounds and used blood to wash my face.





I iced my veins to freeze out all taunts





I muffled the sound of my needs and trampled the growth sprits of my wants and desire's





I forged myself in pain's fire





In hopes of reaching and transcending beyond triumph's spire.





Here I stand.





Rolled in ash.





Dipped in fire.





Sharpened to perfection and ready to smite all of life's liars.





Balanced





Keen





Razor sharp.





Impassive.





New foresight and highly evolved.





I'm now cold and calculating.





Free flowing yet impassive.





Impossible to solve.





I've achieved oneness.





I have found a new resolve.

copyright 10/27/10 HLH













































Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Selfless protector


I stand with no fear.




My mind is free from doubt.




My choice... the warrior's route.




My weapon is truth.
My armor is love.


My pride flows endlessly like the sea.




My longing in life is to be free.




To not be tied down by burden or worry.




To be able to take my time without having to rush or worry.




To protect everyone from life's furry.




To sooth the weary.




To comfort the teary.
To accomplish all my goals and live out all my dreams.




To have harmony in my life before I leave this place.




The trumpet has sounded and the battle is through.
My family.




Although I am no longer here I will eternally continue to fight for you.


Rip Darryl. AKA Down Low.

copyright 10/20/10 HLH

Why sista?


Why do you roll your eyes and neck when you speak?/


Why are you worried what another female has on her feet?


Why do sneer or have your face knotted tight?


Why do you have your hands clinched in balls and ready to fight?


Why do you punish your tiny male version of me?


Why can't you let what lays lie and what is be?
why sista?


Why?


Why are you so damn angry?

copyright 10/20/10 HLH

Why Brotha?


Why brotha do you swear so much?/


Why brotha are you quick to anger and even quicker to mistrust?/


Why do speak to your tender flower like a whore?
Why do you think openly expressing your emotions are gay?/


How come when your burden down with problems you turn to the bottle instread of pray?/


Why brotha do you blame the white man for all your short comings in life?/


Why do feel you must kill another to earn your stripes?/


Why is it that you have the craving to sleep with any woman you can find; yet are not truly content until you have bedded mine?/


Why educated brotha do you call me a thug?/


Why older brotha won't you show your younger brotha love?/


Why brotha are you so brazen, so arrogant, so bold?


Why brotha do you lack a zest for life?


Why brotha are you so damn cold?

copyright 10/20/10 HLH