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Sunday, December 31, 2023

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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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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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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Thursday, September 29, 2022

Better

 


Your the cream of the crop.

Your a cut above.

Never give someone the satisfaction of handling you with kid gloves.

If they want to leave then let them.

Don't beg.

Don't pursue.

Don't try to reason with them.

They are not worthy of you.

Never argue with them.

For they are beneath you.

You are a treasure.

Always do your best to remeber that fact.

You are  highly valued.

You are where it's at.





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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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Tuesday, August 23, 2022

No regrets.





It didn't turn out the way I planned it but it happened anyway.

I'm over what if.

I past if only 

I accept what is.

No need to examine the broken shards. 

Its over and done.

I suffered a defeat but in that I know a victory can still be won.

The circumstances were beyond my control.

I no longer fear the word loose.

I have a new to  plan.

I have a new perspective.

I make my own rules.

I choose.


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