Thursday, April 19, 2012

Escape.

Footsteps treading lightly in dark places.



Wind whistling in closed spaces.

What is this void?

Where is this place?

Why do I find myself here so much?

I try desperately to escape but I keep being drawn back to this spot

This dreary murky state.

I’ll never give in

I will continue to fight.

I refuse to t let it extinguish my flame

I will toil endlessly through this pain.

I stand fast and ready for all debris.

No matter how many times I venture back.

I will not stay.

I will not be trapped!

copyright 4/19/12 HLH

 

Monday, April 9, 2012

Hallzies Poetry corner: Snake Spit.

Hallzies Poetry corner: Snake Spit.: I see your scales. I hear your hiss. I’m watching the way you slither. Stay back! Way back. Don’t bother comi...

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, 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, March 5, 2012

Ascend?



I’m just sitting here cherishing the sunshine



All the while anticipating the rain

Running from loss


Chasing the gain


Showing my strength and pride


Masking my pain


Holden of for dear life trying not go insane.


My thoughts trail off in dew like vapor.


If tranquility is steel.


Then anguish must be paper.


So what to do?


Embrace it or run from it?


It’s not here yet


I’ll think nothing more of it.

copyright 3/5/12

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The art of me


Today I’m off to a fresh start.
I’m leaving tomorrow behind and working on my futures art.
I’m dipping my brush and pushing my pen.
I’m not worried about past blotches nor blunders.
I’m not concentrating on the clocks’ ticking thunder.
I’m creating.
I’m just flowing not debating.
No hang-ups or frowns.
No new cases of the get me downs.
What am I making you ask?
I’ll tell you when I know.
Right now. I'm just enjoying the task.

copyright 11/23/10 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