Showing posts with label arts & sciences. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arts & sciences. Show all posts

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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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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Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Unapologetic


 

Sorry I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry for falling back.

I'm not sorry for doing what I need to do to stay on track .

I'm not sorry for distancing myself 

I'm sorry for not asking for help.

I'm sorry  for  going out of my way to validate or accommodate your feelings.

I'm sorry for staying true to my own beliefs and following my own path.

I'm sorry for not including you in every decision I make.

Sorry I have no regrets about doing what I feel is best.

If your still waiting for an apology don't hold your breath.


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Sunday, May 15, 2022

Building

 


Doing the Work.

Laying the mortar.

Finding new paths to pave. 

Removing the debris.

Retiling and restructuring all obstructions.

Grinding all surfaces smooth.

This the work I choose to do.

I'm building.

I'm turning my weakness into my strengths.

I'm honing my craft.

I'm calerbraing my instruments.

I'm adhering to a new regiment.


I'm fully commiting to my discipline.


I'm building.


I'm tunneling into a new space.


I'm closing the leaky valves. 


I'm closing the gap.


I'm filling the void.

One I've finished building my new vessel it will not be destroyed. 


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Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Thankful reminder.


 

Never forget to be thankful for everything you have.

Never forget to be thankful for everything you've been through.

Never forget to be thankful for everyone that has ever helped you.

You should even be thankful for all your  bad experiences and for those that tried to harm you.

Without forces opposing you;you would never know how powerful  you truly are.

Be thankful for everything.

Count your blessings.

Thank the most high.

Keep a  consistent attitude of gratitude and you'll surely change your longitude and latitude.








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Wednesday, May 4, 2022

My nots


Have you ever noticed that everyone always acknowledges have.

They give thanks for all they have.

None ever speaks about the word not in good way.

Well, today I am going to appreciate all my nots.

I'm glad not sick.

I'm esstatic that I'm not deceased.

I'm not incarcerated.

I'm not poor.

I'm not broken.

I'm not lonely.

I'm not depressed.

I'm not bitter.

I'm not  cold.

I'm not in bondage.

I'm not out of options.

I'm not weary.

I'm not depleted.

I'm not in lack.

I'm not defeated.


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