Thursday, May 23, 2019

They can't stop you.

Who are they?

What do they know?

Do they pay your bills?

Do they fuel your fire?

Do they support you?

Why do they upset you?

Do they know your struggle?

Do they know your plight?

Are they cut like you?

Can they handle your fight?

Do you a favor and don't listen to they.

They are miserable.

They are afraid of you.

They are intimidated by you.

Secretly they want to be just like you.

They would love to be in your company.


They actually want to be friends with you but they don't think you would like they.


Do you.


Keep running your race.


Keeping improving on you.


Don't waste time clapping back at they because they are lost and have no clue.

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Black woman I want you know

Sistah will you please be kind enough to lend me your ear for few moments.


I need to get a few things off my chest.


First off  I would like to extend an apology to you for this mess I help create by staying silent for so long allowing the blatant disrespect of you.


At times I've been one doing the disrespecting to you.


Please forgive me queen.


I wasn't thinking clearly and neither was my brethren.


We failed you.


I want to let you know just how special you are.


Your not told by the world nearly enough.


You are flawless beauty magnified by factor of infinity .


Nothing on earth compares to it.


Your mind holds the secretes of the cosmos and only you hold the key to unlocking it.


Your soul is brighter than a trillion solar flares.


Your strength is astounding to say the least.

You endure unfathomable pain.


Yet you still have the stamina stand firm and fight
and accomplish remarkable feats.


You birth young gods and goddesses.


You have a natural mystic about you that everyone is drawn to and seeks out.


You have the power to transform the meek into the mighty and humble giants.


Black woman I want you to know you are bold.
Your beauty is timeless.


Your quick wit is often duplicated and rarely appreciated.


You are sultry with just the right amount of sass.


Black woman .
This world is nothing without you please believe it.
You should be cherished at all times.


You are worthy.


You are more than enough.


Above all you are needed.






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Let's talk about it

It seems like you have a lot on your mind.

Judging by your tone I think you have something to you want to say to me.

I can tell its eating away at you.

Speak your peace.

Free yourself.

I promise you won't hurt me.

I think too highly of myself.

Say what you say.

You got the floor.

Spit it out.

I'm all ears.

My attention is yours.

I won't interrupt.

I'll wait my turn.

I'll let you get it all out.

Just do me one favor though.

Before you unpack what you have to say about me to me...make sure its really necessary.

Above all make sure your assessment's true.

Then take inventory of how thick your skin is because even though I won't waste my time rebutting.

Someone will eventually want to pull you off to the side and tell you what they think about you.






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Monday, May 6, 2019

Breezy.

I envy the wind.
Sometimes I wish I could move just like the wind.
Be every where at once yet nowhere at all.
Seeking nothing yet finding everything.
Making sounds but not noise.
Inconspicuous yet omnipotent.
It can come as a gentle breeze or a strong gust.
I guess that's what people mean when they say look what the wind blew in.
Some would say free spirits blow in the direction that the wind takes them.
I blow you in the right direction or take you on detour(depending on who you ask)
Yeah I would like to be just like the wind.
Rustling in the grass.
Whispering through trees.
Complex but not complicated.
Yeah.
now that I think about it.
That is me.
On my path.
Flowing with life.
a mellow breeze.


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Find your peace.

Find your peace.
Find your peace.
It's necessary to find you before you loose you.
Get into your space.
Meditate on your quite place.
Visualize your sanctuary .
Feel the stillness.
Create your calm.
Concentrate on nothing.
Find your peace.
No alerts.
No ringing.
No vibrating.
Find your place.
Close your eyes.
Find your peace.
Feel the warmth.
In this  going battle we have with chaos we have to remain centered and reflect.
Let the tension ease.
The answers will come.
The confusion will cease.
Seek understand.
Learn to listen to yourself.


Find your peace.


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Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Your needed.

You might not realize it but somebody is depending on you.


You play a bigger role in life than you think.


They wake up daily just to notice you.


You give their life depth.


They admire your strength.


Your charisma motivates them.


They admire your dedication.


They praise your convection.


So the next time your feeling that you have no purpose in life or that your life is insignificant


Just remember your always being watched.


Your deeds or not going unseen.


Somebody notices you.


You are their vision of self esteem.


The power is lying deep within you.


You must believe it.


The world requires your unique  gifts.


You are needed.




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Think

Was it all that serious?




Was it really worth it?

Did you prove your point?

Do you feel strong now?

Were they really that big of  a threat to you?

You let your anger over take you and their no more.

No longer here.

Gone.

Removed from this plane.

A lifeless corpse.

Eyes open.


 Motionless.


Blood stained.

Stiff.

Laying on the ground lifeless.

Do know life is priceless.

Once its it gone its gone.

No do overs.

No repeats.

Game over.

No reset button.

Delete.

Weigh your options before you squeeze that trigger.

See your them dead.

Play the scenario out fully inside you head.

Think about your loved ones.

Think their loved ones.

Think about prison sentence.

Think about alternatives.

Think out about every possible outcome before
you go off half cocked and grab your gun.


Life can be long and blissful or over in one blink.

Stop.

Be still.

Breathe before you react.

Think.


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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Why we need poets

Poets are the world's best civil servants.


Poets provide a service to mankind.


Poets identity with emotion and illuminate the mind.


A poet can tare down a barrier with their words or their pen.


A poet can speak to that kindred spirit within.


A poet can make the darkness fade.


A poet plays mental ballads of sovereignty for inert souls.


Poets overstand the things that need to be understood.


Poets are healers.


Poet are motivators.


Poets are mood elevators.


Poets are the champions of social outcasts and miscreants.


Poets are the universe's un- deaf ears.
Poets are art transcended.
Life is art.
Nature is poetry.
The world needs poets to tell the tale life.




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Love life every day

Don't wait until the end draws near to let a person know how much they are needed here.



Don't wait until the life force drains from a loved one's veins to tell them to hold on and be strong.



Don't let another day pass without taking the opportunity to make someone smile.



Don't wait until a landscape erodes to reflect on the enchanted bliss that once bloomed fruitfully.



Don't ponder so long about what could go wrong if you take the first step.



Don't spend the rest of your days being afraid.



Tell that special someone how you feel about them today.



Give the world your gift.



Give your dreams your best effort.



Give your vision your all.



Gaze at sunsets.



Visit your paradise escape.





Live all the life you can today

Because tommorow might be too late.







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Thursday, March 7, 2019

my blackness



My blackness runs deeper than ocean trenches.

My blackness beats like shametic drums.

My blankness is defiant.

It never runs.

My blackness is symbolic like kemitic signs.

My blackness is brilliant.

My blackness is resilient.

My blackness.

My blackness is the very epicenter for passion.

My blackness exudes pride.

My blackness is conciousness personified.

My blackness is strength....amplified.

My blackness is Afrodsiatic.

My blackness is melenated magic.

My blackness is all.

My blackness is everything that ever was and everything that shall be.

My blackness is magnificent.

My blackness is the universe.

My blackness is me.

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©HLH 3/7/19

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Labled

You want to look fly.


You want to look fresh.


You want the world to know you love dress in excess.


You want to stay dipped in designer.




You want be the best you that you can afford.

(or even if you can't afford it)


Name brands only.


You don't feel like a king/ queen if all of your labels don't say the exact same thing.


You want to color c-oooooordinate.

You want to match all the way down to the socks.


You want to hear those brand new bags crumpling.


You want to hear the sound the tags make when they pop.


It's your money.


It's your time.


You can spend both of them any way you wish.


I just want to know a few things.


How far will you go to obtain it?


How many family functions will miss out on to peruse those brands?


How many entire evenings will  you stay up to clocking?


How strange will you act for some change?

Where do you draw the line?


Can you look at yourself in the mirror after you cash out?


Are your designer labels the only thing you want your cash to be about?


Do feel good about yourself even if your not freshly pressed?


Will everyone in your circle still be there for you if didn't stay fresh to death?


Would they still respect you if you didn't?


Do you do it for you or are you trying to impress?


It's your money.


It's your time.


You can spend both of them any way that you wish.


I just wanted to know how far you would go.


How much integrity are you willing to sacrifice just in order to look high priced.


If those labels bring you that much joy then please by all means do you.


I just hope that those labels don't define you.











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Thursday, February 14, 2019

Soulsational

I'm young but I'm an old soul.


I love all types of music but I have an affinity for that old soul.


As I'm listening to those smooth groves I feel like I'm going back in time.


So I close  my eyes so that I can picture the melody of the sultry pioneers of the Motown sound. 


James brown soul brotha number 1 getting down.


Marvin Gaye let know what's going on.


The Jackson five taught me my ABC's.


Smokey Robinson was smooth but wasn't afraid to cry the tears of a clown while cruising the scene.




Stevie Wonder's talent would never bore you.


There wasn't a Mountain high enough to stop MS Diana Ross.


Gladness Knight made you want be on the platform waiting to see her before she left on that midnight train to Georgia.


The quality of the music back then was so impactful.


You hear the passion in every note being sang.
You could feel the intensity from all instruments being played.



Those artist  made you forget  your troubles and remind you about the splendors of life.


The Motown sound really stirred the soul.


I guess that's why they call it soul music.


They tore down social barriers and changed the world with their art form.


Artist from golden era of Motown will forever be cherished.
 
Each individual singer and each singing  group ld a special place in someone's heart.


They were motivational.


They were sensational.


If I had to call their style  anything.... I'd call it soulsatioanl




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Wednesday, January 23, 2019

The sun is up.

I'm the type of person that takes the time to appreciate the small things in life.


In the life it's a must.


No matter how bad my day is going I just remember the sun up.


The sun doesn't actually reside in the sky.
The sun is in outer space.


Yet some how when I look up on clear day I feel it's rays on my face.


The sun stays up.


I could be laying in hospital bed paralyzed but the sun would still rise.
I could be in my death bed about to draw my last breath.
The sun would still rise


I could be down and destitute.


I could be scavenging in dumpsters for my next meal.


The sun still would manage to be up.
No matter what happens in the world the sun will always rise.


I always keep that nugget tucked in the back of my mind.


 The sun is in me.


If it can always  manage to rise then so can I.


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hlh  © 12/23/19

Gramsta

You so tough.
You so bad.


You pose with weapons that have extended clips but you can't buy your new born a decent pair of kicks.


You so tough.

You so bad.


You flash gang signs and yet nobody from the turf has ever heard of you.

You so tough.




You so bad.



You got top shelf bottles in motel express room.

You so tough.

You so bad.


You wearing a ski mask daring all you online haters to bring the smoke.

You so tough.

You so bad.

You got table full of product, money, and the captions reads trap or die.

You so tough.

You so bad.

Let me ask you few a questions?


When was the last time that you actually been in fight?


When was the last time you did bid?

When was the last time you did anything for your community or your kids?

Who exactly are  tying to impress or intimidate?

Who are you trying to fines?

Does your real life match up to the filtered pics you have posted?

What's your purpose for logging on?

Why do you want to show the world this?

Is your instagram presence the truth or packed full of lies?

If it was the truth and not lies you wouldn't bother posting incriminating pictures like that because every real one knows.

Killahs move in silence and gangstas don't advertise.


I'm not a tuff guy or know -it- all.

I'm just a poet( novice poet at that)  with a keen eye and weak stomach for suka ish.

If your really about that life...."ACT LIKE IT"
 
Stop telling on yourself.


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Thursday, January 10, 2019

taping my pen

I'm just setting back tapping my pen.


I tap my pen and let it flow.


I don't interfere with rhythm.


I don't stifle or try to control  vibration.


I just tap.


I tap.


It writes.


Sometimes when I tap it cuts me.


Sometimes when I tap it cuts someone else.


I still tap.


When I tap I never know what will come out until it does.


My pen does the writing.


I just tap it.


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What do you know about it

Its easy to sit back, observe, and comment on another person's situation without any hesitation.


It's real easy.


It's real easy to tell them all the motivational  cliché's.


Tell them to keep a stiff upper lip .


Stay strong.


Keep on keeping on.


Pray.
 
Stay positive.


Easy right?


Whole time not knowing what's keeping them up at night.
What's eating away at their soul.


Not fully being aware of just how much physical pain and strain their ailment puts them though and takes them through.


Not so easy now is it.


Tell a homeless person this to shall pass while their out begging for table scraps.


Its easy to tell a person in the financial red that their current situation isn't their final destination .


What do you really know?

How could possibly understand?


How could you relate?


What qualifies you to tell them its never too late?


Sometimes the best advice is a silent sentiment.


A kind gesture can not be measured.


Actions speak louder than words.


It's its okay to sympathize with their plight.


Show them instead telling them it will be alright.


 






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Sunday, January 6, 2019

I'll be the one.

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.




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©HLH 01/06/18



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 use their platforms to network and increase their net worth. 
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. 

 

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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.






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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 😉

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