Showing posts with label faith. spiritual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. spiritual. Show all posts

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, 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 20, 2010

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