For the love of it.

Would you love doing it any less if no one knew you where doing it?

Do you find your work rewarding without being rewarded for it?

Would you quit doing it if none ever said your name?

Are you passionate about it or are you just seeking fame?

What is your intention?

What do you hope to gain?

Do with passion.

Move at a vigerous pace.

If you truly love it then everything else will fall into place.

hallziespoetrycorner:Poetry with a passion.Poetry for all occasions™️

HLH 12/10/20©️

MY WORLD

Everyone wants to make an impact.

Everyone stives their best to turn the tide.

Life is a fickled journey.

A never ending ride.

I come in contact with so much information and brand new faces.

I often feel like I'm traveling the desert in search of an Oasis.

I'm parched and need to be revitalized.

Sometimes I become overwhelmed by the suffering I'm constantly seeing.

I want to become a  beacon.

Give hope.

Offer healing and reassure one's whom are filled with sorrow and doubt.

Then realize I'm only one man.

I can do only what I can.

I'm not a superhero.

I can't save the world but I can reshape my mind and move with vigour.

I can choose my responses wisely.

I can motivate myself.

I can change the room by changing me.

I can escape any form of oppression by believing I'm free.

I can be pro prosperity.

I can attract everything I desire and need simply by believing in "me".

hallziespoetrycorner:Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasions.™️

HLH 10/5/20©️

closer than you think

You say you want what they have.

Your questioning why  it hasn't happened for you yet.

Why can't you be like everyone else?

Easy answer.

Your not everyone else.




Your unique in this world.




If you explained it to them they still wouldn't understand it.

Keep believing.

The pieces are coming together for you.

They might not fall in place the way you planned it or you want them to.

But it is coming.

You just wait.

The big question is.

When it comes.

Are ready to accept your fate?

hallizies poetry corner: Poetry with a passion.Poetry for all occasions™
HLH©11/7/19

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!

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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