Tuesday, August 28, 2012

the block

Sirens. broken glass


The block.

Dashed dreams.

Endless Struggle for cash.

The block

Tainted visions.

Corrupted souls.

The block

Temporary gain

Quick loss

The block

Stress and tears.

Worry and fears.

The block

Strength in numbers

Betrayal; by peers

The block

Easy portal in blocked passage out

The block

The block

A path so easy to take yet so hard to shake.

No one ever wins on either side.

Sink or swim

Soar or glide.

The block.

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Friday, July 20, 2012

Faith




That light. That illuminating glow



That voice that I hear within

All lone but never by myself

Difficult the task yet I always know I have help

The answer to a problem that I need solved

the calm in the eye of the storm.

Then very reason when I’m most cold I suddenly feel warm.

My strength.

My rock.

My anchor

My tithe

My peace

My serenity

My stride.

My virtue

My lord.

My pride.

The hills may rumble

The valley’s may quake

With your divine mercy

I’ll never be without faith.







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Monday, June 25, 2012

my shadow




My shadow is the complete opposite of me



Every time I would turn around there it would be.

I say green.

It says grey.

It prefers night.

I love the day.

My shadow forever by my side.


When no one else believed in me, my shadow encouraged me to walk in stride.


My shadow


My shadow.. a small piece of me.


Thanks for all the wild times and the laughs.


My shadow will always be a part of my past.


My shadow has faded but its memory will last.


My shadow.


My truest life-long friend.


My shadow.


I can no longer cast you but I know you’ll stay around until my end.


This is dedicated to my shadow, my cousin, my brother, and best friend




Rip Daryl kinchelow AKA Downlow.

Herald and Derald forever

6-83 to 7-10



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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.


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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!

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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!



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