Showing posts with label metaphor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphor. 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, 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.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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