They say patience is a virtue.
Well then call me the virtuous one.
I remember a time I used to get overly excited.
Anxious beyond belief.
My heart would pound.
My fingers would tremble.
My mind would play out the worst scenarios.
I would always picture myself getting the short end of the stick.
I would literally worry myself sick.
So many thoughts.
Then theirs's the what ifs.
What if it doesn't work out.
What if I chose wrong.
What if I never recover the loss.
What if.
What if.
Now I just take my time.
Now I understand that I always have time.
I may not get it right the first time or the One hundred and fifth.
But one thing I do know is what I will get it .
I'll get it because I will not quit.
I got all time in the world.
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HLH©1/9/2020
Thursday, January 9, 2020
Nolesome(alone but not not lonely)
My biggest fear used to be being alone forever.
Then I learned how to appreciate the silence.
It was in the silence that I heard the truth.
I learned what was dwelling within me internally....all the way down to my roots.
I learned how to appreciate myself.
I learned how to let my conscious be my guide.
I learned how to trust my intuition and let my instincts steer me in he right direction.
I learned how to let my minds eye capture the scenery like a photograph.
I hold these still images until they are bought into precise focus.
I hold them until all the blur is gone.
I hold them until all shadows and lines have dissipated.
I hold them until I can see what is clearly before me.
I could have never gained such incite running with the crowd.
I do get lonely every now and then, but chasing after them moment is small in comparison to moving mountains from within.
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HLH©1/9/2020
Then I learned how to appreciate the silence.
It was in the silence that I heard the truth.
I learned what was dwelling within me internally....all the way down to my roots.
I learned how to appreciate myself.
I learned how to let my conscious be my guide.
I learned how to trust my intuition and let my instincts steer me in he right direction.
I learned how to let my minds eye capture the scenery like a photograph.
I hold these still images until they are bought into precise focus.
I hold them until all the blur is gone.
I hold them until all shadows and lines have dissipated.
I hold them until I can see what is clearly before me.
I could have never gained such incite running with the crowd.
I do get lonely every now and then, but chasing after them moment is small in comparison to moving mountains from within.
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HLH©1/9/2020
Thursday, January 2, 2020
For the culture?
Do it for the culture?
What do people really mean when they say that?
No.
Don't do it for the culture.
Do it because you give a damn.
Do it because you love it.
Do it because that's how you like to express yourself.
Do because your passionate about it.
Do it because you like the way it challenges you.
Do it because it defines you.
Do it because it's a part of you.
Do it because you can't picture your life without it.
Do it because it's an extension of you.
Do it because you want to master your craft.
Do it because it means something to you.
Above all.
Do it because you truly want to.
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HLH© 1/2/2020
What do people really mean when they say that?
No.
Don't do it for the culture.
Do it because you give a damn.
Do it because you love it.
Do it because that's how you like to express yourself.
Do because your passionate about it.
Do it because you like the way it challenges you.
Do it because it defines you.
Do it because it's a part of you.
Do it because you can't picture your life without it.
Do it because it's an extension of you.
Do it because you want to master your craft.
Do it because it means something to you.
Above all.
Do it because you truly want to.
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HLH© 1/2/2020
Finish strong.
Breathe.
Stretch.
Warm up.
Keep a steady pace.
Stay focused.
Concentrate on you.
Run your own race.
You'll get there in your own time.
You know what you want to do.
Find the time.
It's a marathon not a sprint.
Keep pushing.
Don't quit.
If you fall nurse your wounds and get right back up.
Just remember.
Some may be at the finish line to greet you.
Others may be waiting at the finish line hoping to cheat you or attempting to rob you of your win.
After you break that tape don't look back.
Take a moment to catch your breath to run that victory lap.
Then leave them blowing in the wind.
It doesn't matter how long it takes you.
It doesn't matter what route you take.
As long as you get there.
There is no right.
There is no wrong.
You may start off rocky .
Just stay the course and finish... strong.
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HLH©1/2/2020
Stretch.
Warm up.
Keep a steady pace.
Stay focused.
Concentrate on you.
Run your own race.
You'll get there in your own time.
You know what you want to do.
Find the time.
It's a marathon not a sprint.
Keep pushing.
Don't quit.
If you fall nurse your wounds and get right back up.
Just remember.
Some may be at the finish line to greet you.
Others may be waiting at the finish line hoping to cheat you or attempting to rob you of your win.
After you break that tape don't look back.
Take a moment to catch your breath to run that victory lap.
Then leave them blowing in the wind.
It doesn't matter how long it takes you.
It doesn't matter what route you take.
As long as you get there.
There is no right.
There is no wrong.
You may start off rocky .
Just stay the course and finish... strong.
Hallziespoetrycorner: Poetry with a Passion. Poetry for all occasins™
HLH©1/2/2020
Resoution solution
It's that time again.
New year.
New me.
Same old song.
New year.
New me.
Who truly knew the old you though?
We are here to adapt.
We are here to evolve.
If you don't work on the old you then the old problems you'll never solve.
The pattern will never change.
The cycle will never break.
So before you start burning bridges and severing ties
Listen closely to yourself and look deep inside.
Master the old you.
Then give birth to all things new.
Know thy self first.
Then others will too.
Build.
Evolve.
Fine tune.
No need to make a resolution.
No need to hire special help.
You have the tools close at hand to become the best version of yourself.
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HLH© 1/2/2020
New year.
New me.
Same old song.
New year.
New me.
Who truly knew the old you though?
We are here to adapt.
We are here to evolve.
If you don't work on the old you then the old problems you'll never solve.
The pattern will never change.
The cycle will never break.
So before you start burning bridges and severing ties
Listen closely to yourself and look deep inside.
Master the old you.
Then give birth to all things new.
Know thy self first.
Then others will too.
Build.
Evolve.
Fine tune.
No need to make a resolution.
No need to hire special help.
You have the tools close at hand to become the best version of yourself.
hallziespoetrycorner: Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasions.™
HLH© 1/2/2020
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Take me
Take me to place to where I can truly be care free.
Take me to land where there is no hatred of me.
Take me to a place where everyone has.
Take me to place where gunshots don't ring out.
Take me to a place where there is no suffering.
Take me to a place where there is no pain.
Take me to place where there is no heart ache.
Take me to place where there is no strife.
Take me far past the clouds.
Take beyond the stars.
Take me happiness... wherever you are.
hallzies poetry corner: Poetry with a passion.Poetry for all occasion™
HLH ©/26/19
Take me to land where there is no hatred of me.
Take me to a place where everyone has.
Take me to place where gunshots don't ring out.
Take me to a place where there is no suffering.
Take me to a place where there is no pain.
Take me to place where there is no heart ache.
Take me to place where there is no strife.
Take me far past the clouds.
Take beyond the stars.
Take me happiness... wherever you are.
hallzies poetry corner: Poetry with a passion.Poetry for all occasion™
HLH ©/26/19
Letter to the black woman.
Dear black woman,
Have I ever told you that I love everything about you?
I love your kind heart and nurturing spirit.
I love your ambition and your strength.
I love your versatility and all your unique gifts.
I'm memorized by those eyes.
I'm entranced by those lips, dips, and hips.
Let me stop.
I'm gushing.
I'm in awe of you.
You got me blushing.
I didn't mean to drone on about the outside of you.
Their's just something about you that draws me to you.
You exude regality.
Your stylish without even trying.
I love you in all different flesh tones.
From the darkest of the dark to the lightest of the light and everything in between. Your all queens and I'm not lying.
My sistah.
My Nubian queen.
You are the epicenter of the universe and creator of all things.
Enchantress.
Fierce goddess.
Lioness.
Sultry vision of loveliness.
Delicate flower.
Your beauty holds no bounds.
Your mind holds secretes that can not be deciphered by man.
I am forever in debited to you.
I will forever try my best to uphold you.
Respect our queens.
Let that law echo all through out this land.
PS.
I love you.
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HLH 12/26/19©
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