Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Punch In

Up at first light.

No time to breathe.

No time to think.

I’ve turned into a machine.

I do not laugh.

I do not blink.

Motivation is low

Morale is even worse.

The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of my family not having to pay for my hearse

At this point I’m not living

I’m merly existing.

I am free in essence yet my mind feels imprisoned.

What is my purpose?

Do I even have a mission?

I once had goals.

Now all I want is a check

My coworkers don’t befriend me.

They view me a threat.

I’m counting the minutes down until my next break.

The boss keeps drilling for a nerve

Yet I do not break.

I’m tired of being just another face.

I want to win.

Until I figure out my next move.

I’ll just...

Punch in.

Hallzies poetry corner.

Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasions.tm copyright 5/29/12 HLH 

Thursday, April 19, 2012


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

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


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