Everybody deserves hope.
Everybody deserves compassion.
Everybody deserves empathy.
They world is cruel enough on it's own it doesn't need our help.
But people in suffering from the cruelness do.
I'll be the one to help you get through.
I may not look with eyes.
I might not listen with my ears.
I have my own special way to let you know that I'm here.
I wouldn't call it a gift.
I wouldn't call it a calling.
If I had to call it anything I'd call it just being human.
I'll be that reminder that you still matter.
I'll be that shoulder to lean on.
I'll be that gentle nod of assurance .
I'll the one to find something decent to say.
I'll be the one to bring meaning to your day.
Don't call me hero.
An angle.
or heaven sent.
I'm just here to help you add up your self worth when you feel that you don't have a cent.
hallziespoetrycorner: poetry with a passion. poetry for all occasions.™
©HLH 01/06/18
Sunday, January 6, 2019
our kids
I think about our kids and all the negative stigmas placed on them by society .
I think about all the unfair crosses they have to bear.
I think about all the obstacles they have to overcome.
They get labeled as lost .
disrespectful.
arrogant.
unfocused.
violent .
angry.
ignorant.
savage.
criminally insane.
drug addicted.
undisciplined .
mentally incompetent.
You'll never make it imagery and subliminal messages gets aimed as weapons and hurled straight to their subconscious.
Despite all those obstacles our kids find a way to stay conscious. [woke]
They share information
They demonstrate and spread awareness.
They take action.
They get involved.
When they get together no questions go unanswered.
No problems are left unsolved.
Our kids are graduating at record highs.
Their doing more than just selling drugs and getting high.
They are becoming entrepreneurs.
They are light years ahead of the learning curve.
They are brilliant trail blazers giving this world the change that it deserves.
They bridging the cultural gap.
Every day they break down a new barrier.
They becoming pillars in the community and love giving back.
They have this life thing down.
It's the rest world that needs to get on track.
Salute to the black excellence coming from my young kings and queens.
They do not get enough encouragement from the media so I'm using my platform to applaud their efforts and lift them up.
Hallzies poetry corner: poetry with a passion. poetry for all occasion tm
HLH © 1/06/2018
(I don't own the rights to the photo)
Friday, January 4, 2019
I'm not sorry.
I realize I've made some mistakes in my life and I've apologized to myself for that.
Now isn't the time for apology though.
It's time to action.
It's time to make a new plan
It's time to take a new path.
It's time to become a new man.
If thought of me improving upon me offends you in an any way...... I'm sorry I can't apologize for that.
I'm going to be reading different literature.
I'm going to be speaking differently.
I'm going to acting differently.
I'm going to solving problems differently.
I'm going to be developing a different value system.
I'm going to be sharping my mind.
I'm going to disciplining my body.
I'm going to nurturing my spirit.
I'm going to be guarding my soul.
I'm going to be standing firm on my values.
I'm going to be raising my vibrations.
I'm going to be counting my breath.
I'm going to be polishing my craft.
I'm going be elevating.
I'm going to be evolving.
I'm going to be taking a lot of me time and doing a whole lot of falling back.
If any of this sounds like a turn off to you....then that's "your" problem.
This is "my" life
I'm not apologizing for that.
Sorry that I'm not sorry.
I will never apologize for making changes for the better.
I will not apologize for that.
Hallzies poetry corner: Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasionstm
© hlh 1/4/19
Now isn't the time for apology though.
It's time to action.
It's time to make a new plan
It's time to take a new path.
It's time to become a new man.
If thought of me improving upon me offends you in an any way...... I'm sorry I can't apologize for that.
I'm going to be reading different literature.
I'm going to be speaking differently.
I'm going to acting differently.
I'm going to solving problems differently.
I'm going to be developing a different value system.
I'm going to be sharping my mind.
I'm going to disciplining my body.
I'm going to nurturing my spirit.
I'm going to be guarding my soul.
I'm going to be standing firm on my values.
I'm going to be raising my vibrations.
I'm going to be counting my breath.
I'm going to be polishing my craft.
I'm going be elevating.
I'm going to be evolving.
I'm going to be taking a lot of me time and doing a whole lot of falling back.
If any of this sounds like a turn off to you....then that's "your" problem.
This is "my" life
I'm not apologizing for that.
Sorry that I'm not sorry.
I will never apologize for making changes for the better.
I will not apologize for that.
Hallzies poetry corner: Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasionstm
© hlh 1/4/19
the got cha gottcha
Everything in life comes at a price.
Theirs always a catch -22.
However no one ever takes the time to look for that fine print.
that implied meaning.
terms and conditions.
the ole gotcha got cha.
You buy a brand new house and everything seems fine. then you notice the dividing line.
You notice your house is setting on land you don't "actually" own.
got cha got cha
You finally find the love of your life but none of your or your family seem to like.
In the beginning they are your peak, summit, and plateau.You want to hold them close.
You never want to let them go.
Then the lies start along with the fights.
Too much take.
Not enough give.
Then you realize that this is no way to live.
You want out but have invested "so" much.
You don't want to go through all the trouble of conditioning your mind and body to adapt to a new persons touch.
Now your stuck.
got cha got cha.
You go school to acquire some new knowledge.
You study and study. You read and read.
Then its graduation time.... you have learned all you need.
The first year out of school you feel like your living the dream.
Your gainfully employed in your field of study.
Your now living on life experiences no longer textbook facts or hypothetical stats.
However, your not earning nearly the amount of what you would need to pay your student loans back.
got cha got cha.
Your a world class entertainer now. Your world renowned and critically acclaimed. You are highly skilled at your craft.
You worked diligently to get where your at.
You sacrificed sleep and disciplined yourself to do away with internal distractions.
You didn't let anything stand in the way of perusing your dream.
You've made it now.
So it would seem.
How ever nobody every told you about all the jealousy, lies and deceit that came with it.
All the bullets that would aimed toward the heart with a loved one standing behind the cross hairs taking aim and ready to pull the trigger.
They spread rumors and lead the charge on smear campaigns to tarnish your name.
They think you owe them something more than childhood memories or your family's surname
got cha. got cha.
Everything in life comes with this price.
You may feel as though you didn't sign up or deserve to be stuck in that continuous rut.
Don't let the got cha got cha break your spirit.
Acknowledge.
Embrace it.
Don't let it harden your heart or loose faith in humanity.
What ever you decide to do don't fear it.
Be sure to keep in mind that with every level comes a new devil.
That's life's unwritten quid pro quo.
Lesson learned.
Now you know
got cha got cha 😉
Hallzies Poetry corner: poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasionstm
HLH © 1/4/2019
Theirs always a catch -22.
However no one ever takes the time to look for that fine print.
that implied meaning.
terms and conditions.
the ole gotcha got cha.
You buy a brand new house and everything seems fine. then you notice the dividing line.
You notice your house is setting on land you don't "actually" own.
got cha got cha
You finally find the love of your life but none of your or your family seem to like.
In the beginning they are your peak, summit, and plateau.You want to hold them close.
You never want to let them go.
Then the lies start along with the fights.
Too much take.
Not enough give.
Then you realize that this is no way to live.
You want out but have invested "so" much.
You don't want to go through all the trouble of conditioning your mind and body to adapt to a new persons touch.
Now your stuck.
got cha got cha.
You go school to acquire some new knowledge.
You study and study. You read and read.
Then its graduation time.... you have learned all you need.
The first year out of school you feel like your living the dream.
Your gainfully employed in your field of study.
Your now living on life experiences no longer textbook facts or hypothetical stats.
However, your not earning nearly the amount of what you would need to pay your student loans back.
got cha got cha.
Your a world class entertainer now. Your world renowned and critically acclaimed. You are highly skilled at your craft.
You worked diligently to get where your at.
You sacrificed sleep and disciplined yourself to do away with internal distractions.
You didn't let anything stand in the way of perusing your dream.
You've made it now.
So it would seem.
How ever nobody every told you about all the jealousy, lies and deceit that came with it.
All the bullets that would aimed toward the heart with a loved one standing behind the cross hairs taking aim and ready to pull the trigger.
They spread rumors and lead the charge on smear campaigns to tarnish your name.
They think you owe them something more than childhood memories or your family's surname
got cha. got cha.
Everything in life comes with this price.
You may feel as though you didn't sign up or deserve to be stuck in that continuous rut.
Don't let the got cha got cha break your spirit.
Acknowledge.
Embrace it.
Don't let it harden your heart or loose faith in humanity.
What ever you decide to do don't fear it.
Be sure to keep in mind that with every level comes a new devil.
That's life's unwritten quid pro quo.
Lesson learned.
Now you know
got cha got cha 😉
Hallzies Poetry corner: poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasionstm
HLH © 1/4/2019
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
bypass
If you don't love her then leave her alone.
Don't make promises to her you know you don't intend on keeping.
Don't sit up in her loved one's faces and proudly profess feelings that you don't actually feel for her.
Don't take an oath to keep it real with her.
Don't waste her time.
Save your money and stop buying those lavish gifts.
Stop facetimetiming.
Stop texting and sexting.
Your not playing to win.
Your just playing.
If your just playing the game then explain the rules to her.
If don't love leave her.
Don't stay and mistreat her.
If your that bored get a hobby.
Think of something new you can do for a cheap laugh.
People are real... not toys.
If you know your not for real.
bypass.
CR HLH08/18/18
crazy days
You your have goods
You have bad days.
Sometimes you can't even classify what a day is.
Stuck in a vortex of disillusion.
wrapped in blanket of anxiety.
Sometimes the deepest of breaths don't help you catch your breath.
You can't create a quite space because the voices in your head are too loud.
Pray about it.
Seek therapy.
meditate.
No. Rx's are defiantly answer.
Everyone's such an expert.
Everyone wants to just how you hurt.
So quick to call you sick.
crazy.
mentally ill.
All theses labels just because on some days your not quite sure how to feel.
You know what's even crazier than the situation going on in head.
The red flags other people see before you do.
You never once entrained the notion of hurting yourself or someone else.
Your just hurting.
Everyone has things they need to work on.
Embrace yourself.
Study yourself.
Know yourself.
Love yourself.
Don't be afraid to conquer yourself by yourself.
hallziespoetrycorner:poetry with a passion. poetry for all occassionstm
©hlh 9/18/18
You have bad days.
Sometimes you can't even classify what a day is.
Stuck in a vortex of disillusion.
wrapped in blanket of anxiety.
Sometimes the deepest of breaths don't help you catch your breath.
You can't create a quite space because the voices in your head are too loud.
Pray about it.
Seek therapy.
meditate.
No. Rx's are defiantly answer.
Everyone's such an expert.
Everyone wants to just how you hurt.
So quick to call you sick.
crazy.
mentally ill.
All theses labels just because on some days your not quite sure how to feel.
You know what's even crazier than the situation going on in head.
The red flags other people see before you do.
You never once entrained the notion of hurting yourself or someone else.
Your just hurting.
Everyone has things they need to work on.
Embrace yourself.
Study yourself.
Know yourself.
Love yourself.
Don't be afraid to conquer yourself by yourself.
hallziespoetrycorner:poetry with a passion. poetry for all occassionstm
©hlh 9/18/18
drip drop
Drip
drop.
Drip.
drop..
That's the sound most trickles of water makes.
The human body is 90% water.
Water is refreshing.
Water is invigorating.
Water is abundant.
Water is everywhere.
Too much of it can be devastating.
Too little of it can be deadly.
Drip.
drop.
Close your eyes and imagine being surrounded by it and can't drink a drop of it.
Not being able to bathe in it.
Not being able to wade in it on a sweltering day.
Drip.
drop.
Drip.
drop.
Close your eyes again and imagine a whole city without any.
It's not too hard.
Its far away.
It's not in different country.
If you live in the Midwest its in your own backyard.
Drip
drop.
drop.
drip.
Where is it?
A little town called flint.
hallziespoetrycorner:poetry with a passion. poetry for all occcasionstm
CR HLH 08/18/18
drop.
Drip.
drop..
That's the sound most trickles of water makes.
The human body is 90% water.
Water is refreshing.
Water is invigorating.
Water is abundant.
Water is everywhere.
Too much of it can be devastating.
Too little of it can be deadly.
Drip.
drop.
Close your eyes and imagine being surrounded by it and can't drink a drop of it.
Not being able to bathe in it.
Not being able to wade in it on a sweltering day.
Drip.
drop.
Drip.
drop.
Close your eyes again and imagine a whole city without any.
It's not too hard.
Its far away.
It's not in different country.
If you live in the Midwest its in your own backyard.
Drip
drop.
drop.
drip.
Where is it?
A little town called flint.
hallziespoetrycorner:poetry with a passion. poetry for all occcasionstm
CR HLH 08/18/18
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