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Trupoetry Mar 2018
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Don't change yourself for anyone
for if one day you wake & they are not there
the weight of you waiting
might be too much to bare

Stop saying you know who you are
Have you forgotten the beauty in the unknown
Stop keeping track unless you're going back
to that which you've outgrown

I still walk that trail you showed me
I call your name over the waters waves
I breathe more deeply, more freely
& allow the memories to return that time tries to make go away

When I said you were irreplaceable darling
it was one of the few times I told the brave truth
The rest of my honesty, was honestly
forcefully given to you

I hope you've learned to stop stomping on flowers
& take the advice of the wind
all things start
in the same place that they end

Forever Advice from Forever a Friend xoxo
Trupoetry Sep 2014
King Herod has ordered the death of our boys yet again/ Afraid to be outwitted he must **** them before they become men/ Start with their diets, poison their bodies with fake food/ Then poison their minds with tempting tunes/ Your 2yr old doesn't hear the reaper in the speakers/ When the pusher pushes the idea that "young ****** outta move dope" it's genius/ no at home teachers/ so they reach us/ in a place we feel parents can't connect/ what they are starved of at home they settle and accept/ from others to fill the void/ I'm not saying keep them from music but teach them the difference between that and noise/
©2014 Trupoetry
Trupoetry Nov 2017
Take two steps back
In a forward motion

How does it feel?

Spin yourself without pivoting
Close your eyes when the wind becomes too much

Breathe in your nose
Out your mouth

Kiss on the exhale

Of course TruLove never fades
of course its okay to feel things worth filling

Love lives in honest hearts forever
Warnings are lies that lead us into fear not away from danger

When is a good time to call 911?

When its just enough time to save something
When it's too late to save anything

Just call...Someone's going to answer
Trupoetry Apr 2016
it was recorded
sometime around age 2
me crying in another language
adieu adieu
they thought I was saying I do
but perhaps even then I knew
saying yes to someone else
meant saying a temporary good bye to you
I had only been here two years
yet cried lifetimes of pain in my tears
do you remember when we lived on venus
inside the city of love
how we looked down & laughed at paris
the way it tried to mimic us
that life was short lived and soon we were gone
we made our way to Johannesberg South Africa
where we felt we belonged
there was the first place I learned love on Earth could harm me
I wanted to return to venus: there we were warriors already
but you felt the need to join their army
I begged and I pleaded hoping on our planet you'd choose to stay
but you insisted you were going & worked hard to push me away
on your journey you got weak
and naturally yearned for home
I had grown tired of your silence & being on this journey all alone
it was the first journal I had started; the best poem I had ever wrote
the story of making my way up to the Ivory Coast
I spent what felt like a lifetime in solitude; just me & God
we discussed the majesty in our tragedy; even he thought it was odd
that the very things you loved
were the reasons you felt we couldn't be
you needed time to find yourself
but all you looked for was a replacement for me
we have journeyed near
we have traveled far
we are finally at the destination to discover who we are
I packed my bags and bravely made my start
no one to distract me or soothe my broken heart
getting to the bottom of things
its the best way to see
the depths of my souls ocean
rippled waves of me
I'm not juding your approach
no longer assuming how you feel
I just hope when you really start your journey
you have the courage to keep it real
that you'll be done being an oppurtunist
& take the time to heal
hurt people hurt people
unless they're hurting too
then they don't hurt each other they bond over being blue
I dont want anyone to fix me
I want to learn to do the work
to get to the core of my beauty
the essence of my worth
the day is coming soon;
I am fully committed
to receive you with open arms
there is strength in real forgiveness
I wont speak of the past harm
for it wouldn't be much more than a waste of my breath
I'd rather be present and converse about whats next...
may your heart be light
may your spirit be well
may every place you call home be somewhere you are meant to dwell
may you find your true reflection
may you find comfort in your own acceptance
may peace never be a stranger
may knowledge never lead you blind
may you understand me bidding you adieu; until next time <3
Trupoetry Jan 2015
You should have told me this was coming
Not that I could have prepared but at least I would have been foolishly aware
You should have whispered while I loved you that you would leave me
That I'd lose so much of myself in you that in the end I'd need me
Like these shallow breaths I take
That make my Earth quake
Breaking fast at the sight of the Sun & the truth
It rises and falls and all I think of is you
I was a little bit naive by the time it was over
Was hoping to find the fourth leaf of my crazy clover
Before it took me over
I wish I could fight this feeling inside
This desire to need you to want to say goodbye
Trupoetry Jan 2015
These tears are no life jacket
Shore sure seems far
A bright future can be tragic
If it doesn't lead to where you are
Love leaves us with us
Impressions on our hearts
Love leads us to distrust
Rebuilding means figuring out where to start
Perhaps the foundation is in your arms In them I always felt safe
Maybe that's where we lost who we are
Let's touch home base
Your beauty visits me most nights
Nights like this
I remember when things were right
I'll almost never forget ❤️
Trupoetry Jun 2016
Of course you believe in magic.
What you pull from your hat is far from the tricks of a rabbit.
You've made being aware the least of your bad habits.
There is a light in your eyes.
A fiery summer sky.
One worth wishing upon the stars of your mind.
A galaxy worth marveling at beyond these times.
It takes courage to be strong; thank you for being courageous.
You are the example of what our ancestors wanted for us.
I hope you continue on with the spirit of change & may God see you through!
You're a King; a good thing & we need more like you!
Jesse your message was powerful and well received. Thank you for being you!
Trupoetry Apr 2015
You've got to be a collection of seasons
Nothing else falls
Springs
or shines like summer

You have been cold
Not like winter
Cold like media reported deaths
without justice, just destruction

I have hung my head low for you
Like October branches
Given you the pleasure of seeing me fall
Like leaves

Where is the water hole
My tears won’t help Mays flowers grow
Their pedals will wilt
Under the pressure of my confident incapability

Mistake not my expression for hate
You have given me the gift of words
Everyday this month
Tomorrow I will give them back to you silently

It isn't wise to keep things that can't be kept
No one bottles the sun
or wraps the wind
or expects flowers to live after being plucked from the ground

You have made me press pen to paper
Keys to keyboard
To tell the story
Not of how we met but how we prolonged a very necessary  goodbye
Trupoetry Dec 2015
See how my passion scared away the snow
See how winter forgot all she had known
the same way I leave myself
and cling to you
oh the things we do...
& don't do
for love
Can't you feel the soft whisper of my forgiveness
is it drowned out by other curiosity
I am warm when the season says be cold
I am cool when the heat of pressure is vast and overwhelming
It will be a warm winter
there will be laughter in the morning
the kind that tickles you inside
makes your breathing change
and kisses in the afternoon
the ones that you get lost in
quiet moments of nothing
that mean everything
this will be a warm winter
God has blessed me too much
to think a little love is enough
There will be warmth this winter
Trupoetry Apr 2015
Like air to lungs
Like love to lovers
Like life to death
Till death do us part
Till God makes us see
In him we all need
One another
One after the other
Brotha & Brother
Sister 2 Sista
Like water to a well
Lets not wait until it runs dry
Eyes wont dry
Until another color cries
With us, not for us
There is only one race
the hueman race
translation
man of color
many colors of men
Color coated pain
Assorted flavors of oppression
All leave a bitter taste
In the mouth of a wordsmith
these words hit like bricks
against walls
in glass houses
with paper doll people
the revolution is being televised
because revolution cannot be heard
without being seen
focus your lense
See yourself
Trupoetry Jun 2016
From the moment I opened you up
(shhhhhhhh)
I knew you were all bottled up
(pop)
Took off your cap
Didn't have to tell you to relax
You knew what I was there to do
(Sigh)
Provide a little piece of paradise for you
but in the center of your stomach lived a thunder
Nothing frightening considering it wasn't paired with lighting
but it made me wonder
Who forgot to tell you that you're great
You believe it anyway, now,  so it may be too late
To tell you in so many ways
Its fate
That the ones who starve at first
Soon feed the masses with their worth
Destined for beautiful tragedies since birth
No accidents can happen
This path to reality isn't magic
Its fathomed long before we start
There is death in the depths of our hearts
There is life in the corners of our souls
There is beauty in the compilation of both stories when told
Truth speaks to seek what lies cannot tell
Fear is the reason most things fail
So I guess I was afraid to love you
The same way I was afraid to lose you
Most days I am afraid I'll choose you
Over me
Trupoetry Sep 2016
Eve: When will I arrive?
God: You were already at your destination the moment I took you from his side
Eve: That word taken, is there a lesson?
God: Yes, sometimes things must be created, taken, then presented for you to get the blessing
Eve: How will I know he loves me?
God: He will honor his Mother & put no man above me
Eve: If he begins to question, how will he know?
God: His faith will plant the seed & your love will make it grow
Eve: I'm afraid to make mistakes, what if my actions are forbidden?
God: He will love you with my love, it holds the greatest forgiveness
Eve: What if he has loved before me and that love is still in his heart?
God: Nothing can happen without my will playing a major part
Eve: So to have loved before me, he would have needed your permission?
God: Yes, he can receive nothing except what is given to him from me, it is written
Eve: Then why confuse him, what if they pretended to be me?
God: He will see good qualities in them all but none will resemble me
Eve: How can I reflect your image, when you are perfect and always right?
God: You cannot mirror me exact but your efforts will reflect my light
Eve: I have these flaws & things about myself that I don't get
God: I will provide comfort & clarity in your gift
Eve: What is my gift & will it help him know it's me?
God: He may not know at first, but he will surely notice me; he will hear my name in every word, in every book of your poetry
Eve: When he reads those words, will he know they are for him?
God: He will trust the way they make him feel, you are well established friends
Eve: Have I loved him before? This feels like another chance at life
God: You have loved each other many lifetimes but in this one you will be his wife
Eve: If we have lived & loved before why is this any different?
God: He is finally in search of what was always missing
Eve: Am I the puzzle's missing piece?
God: No my dear you are the puzzle, the missing piece is me
Eve: If a man is to lead how will I influence his direction?
God: You will be his greatest helper & the object of his affection
Eve: What does that mean in correlation to you?
God: When he is ready for a wife he will put me first in all he is called to do, that includes honoring you
Eve: What about school, work & finding himself?
God: Until he searches his heart &  loves me he will have trouble discovering anyone else
Eve: So what you're saying Lord is be steadfast in you, pray without ceasing & be confident in the truth? Focus less on being chosen & more on what I was sent to do? For part of my purpose is to be a great help, to a man who puts you first & has learned himself?
God: This time with you has been well spent my child my instructions I see you have received, the morning has come and gone so from now on I will refer to you as Eve.
There are a lot of ways to win in love but the surest way to lose is to build a foundation that doesn't include God
Trupoetry Jul 2015
Your sons are suffering now
for what you did then
didn't have to pretend
that you had it all figured out
or that you figured how
to love the gift he gave
They are punishing us
Do you remember being forgiven
for taken for granted all you were given
that grudge you hold hangs low
over our souls
hard to be whole
when one half
struggles, striving to achieve what you never had
open your fists and hold you sons
reveal your empty hands
tell stories, honest ones
you didn't know
and your life formed from breath he spoke
you didn't realize
and you were the first lives
help our hearts carry the burden
loving away from God has us hurting
one another, one after the other
Adam
what did you say to Eve?
is the fact of who's fault it was what you truly believe?
did you have to labor for her love?
was it simple
was it verbal
was it instrumental
was it poetry
I know it was biblical
religiously you lead
the race in who we strive to be
seen
as
impossible
Adam if nothing else
See the light in your sons lives
See you
& be brave enough this time
to at least save yourself
Trupoetry May 2018
I'm at war with my own self
Last night I almost lost the battle to mental health
Been over 20yrs since I was sincere

Cant even think of the last time I hugged my mama
Brain clouded I allowed it to be flooded with drama
Yet I keep my head up even when I'm fed up

Never been accepted
So I'm aggressive when it comes to demanding I be respected
I got the heart of an angel, mind of a scholar, I move with honor...never did nothing strange for no amount of dollars

Imagine feeling anguish that is not taking place in the physical
Depression doesn't leave traces that can be picked up in a physical
If my body seems fine the Dr wont ask; so I grin and bare and continue to wear my mask

When honestly, I'm tired of being here
Rolling with the motions every other new year
No one to be concerned even when they've learned just how bad for peace my mind yearns.

I need more loving and less judgement
Got a little love left in me; could use more of it

This season I'm a little overwhelmed by this inner grieving...
Trying to stay a float; so this poem I wrote...
To give myself something to believe in <333
It gets better right? It has to <3333
Trupoetry Sep 2014
smiling, frowning & laughing
all just passing
along the route, along their way
crossing sidewalks & bricks unpaved
the business man and his loafers
two lovers
4children joking
1 old man
3new workers
most are happy
some are hurting
others hunting, seeking looking to connect
the wanders wandered as if they knew what was next
a puddle caught a laugh
the rain made it echo
the business woman in the Porsche
splashed the business fellow
the hipster chick giggled
that in his suit he wiggled
just like a duck minus the feathers
however, the homeless man without shelter
nodded on in silent agreement that he was well put together
oh the places we could go
the things we could see
the people that we'd meet
hello hello there faces in the street
©2014 Trupoetry
Trupoetry Apr 2016
becareful Cinderella
your sisters want your fella
there is no umbrella
for the amount of years
you'll spend in tears
Sleeping beauty, keep on dreaming
Don't wake up to princes scheming
you'll find yourself lost in things not worth believing
Ariel, adhere to the truth
don't trade the Ocean for feeling blue
You shouldn't have to change who you are
If the man is really for you
Repunzel, don't let down your hair
be your own hero, let that dragon know you're not scared
Snow white be wise with whom you dabble
better to starve than eat from rotten apples
those dwarves are small but they're your brothers
let them help you re-discover
all the things about yourself
you won't learn from a prince or someone else
Jasmine listen
has anyone mentioned
better to have a man thats smitten
then a man who's simply full of riches
Belle be aware with the beast
he is only half a man to say the least
Tiana don't you find it odd
that your kiss could make him a prince
instead of instruction from God
oh the fairy tales we tell
do not buy what they try to sell
you're better off without that loan
finance your thinking on your own
what you produce will be better for your story
and worth hearing if it includes God getting the glory...
Guard your gates & don't except all that you're given, keep only things worth holding on to and share it when you know it to be true <3
Trupoetry Feb 2016
When's the last time we discussed your beauty?
Taboo the way beautiful lays itself across the strength of a mans character
but you are

Stunningly, captivatingly beautiful
& Its not your chiseled arms
or your abs
its you

Its the way
wait...
Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
That your beauty keeps me talking
how talking keeps me off track
but in line
and tracing circles

around your eyebrows
across your lips
down your back

Have I ever told you that you're my best friend?
That there is a joy in seeing your face after a long day
dinner tastes better on those days
and I sleep more soundly

Have I ever told you that you are worth it?
That God loves you
That he sent me to remind you
that you're beautiful

Have I ever described how comforting your laugh is?
The way it tickles me
and allows me to keep a pinch of it in my pocket
to sprinkle on me and around me
on days you are on my mind but not around me

If I never have, then with these words I always will!
Poems live forever and your beauty, well...
Its timeless
Trupoetry Apr 2015
Do you know what its like
to have all these things
beauty
life
bursting at the seems
creativity is its mask
you hide it well
but soon enough the water rises
and the tide will swell
it will all spill over
out an onto them
people watching
family
friends
let it cover them like blankets as they sit
to be inspired by the giving in your gift
Trupoetry Jan 2017
I had to stop counting the days
They were turning into hours that slipped away
In minutes of monumental ways
This love can move mountains
Why haven't you felt your earth shake
From the quakes of the pain it takes
To wake and wait
To greet each day

What is left to say?

That Its been to long
Since you've been gone
A book of poetry
A collection of songs
The choice to change
The force to move on
But never really getting along

Where are you?

Rhetorical questions of significance
Your smile
Your smell
Your touch
Your laugh
I miss it

Who can forgive us?

Our future children still weep on days
We give our love away
To sources that won't pave the way
For them to be made

How long will you wait?

Redemption hangs in the shadows of the courage we lack
To admit what we have is good
But what we need; we may never get back
Trupoetry May 2015
Trapped inside my body
prisoner of my mind
tired of relying on healing
on someone else's time
Truth is I can't breathe without love
So I will hold my breath
and the next time someone looks for me
I'll just play dead
but if they're wise they'll see me
see that light underneath my skin
they'll love themselves to my door
force me to let them in
I'll already be packed up
and prepared for whatever
when they decide to leave
we'll vacate this place together
thats why I never hang a picture
never set the time on my clocks
the arrival is all I want to remember
when time stops
I want out of this place
of pain, disappointment and hurt
I know my home is no longer here on this earth
Orphan to reality
foster child of its thoughts
doing never what I'm told
refusing to learn what I've been taught
I will keep to the course
Remain a spirit thats free
For I am, from the Great I am
& all I can be is me
Pain Heartache Heartbreak Change Survival Self Life
Trupoetry Feb 2017
Don't you grow tired of fixing your hair
or holding in your stomach when no one else is there?
Why should you care
About the mirrors reflection
or the suns glare
I've been told
that the truth is best sold
on the auction block of your buyers representative
see I am all the things that make me ME
yet I am none of the things you need me to be
I need you to see
those waves are oceans of opportunities
ripples of the sea
that you can sail out on
if you don't sell out of
YOU before you reach the center of yourself
not every poem has to be prolific
but good poets help you get the gist of it
not every speckle is a star
but you should have permission to shine
just the way you are!
Trupoetry Sep 2014
Love isn't brittle or broken or fragile beyond composition. Love is butterflies, flying high on a mission. The proper vision places them in descriptions that we often don't see are encrypted. To read what's written you must be gifted. Get it? or get left behind. Live in the time where the rhymes helped you find loves softer side. Hard pill to swallow, wallowing on hard pillows loosing sleep. Counting sheep with Lions breath. How many are left? How many more must jump that fence before you rest?
©2014 Trupoetry
Trupoetry Apr 2016
& Suddenly there was a shift
her beauty lit up the room
She created more space for her gift
issuing an eviction notice to gloom

what she thought was dead
Had been surely ressurected
no matter how much or how little was said
You could find her unaffected

Her attention now directed
Centered & refocused
& they all felt it
Joy; where she was once hopeless

a light began to shine
A brave moment a midst a hearts strife
it was far beyond time
To become the love of her own life <3 xoxo
Love always; in all ways!
Trupoetry Feb 2018
Pardon me...
but why is your heart so hardened...My G
I know you have a watered down definition of what a woman should be
Thanks to IG
obviously
half naked public pics just isn't me
Thankful that you still noticed me
Word is, it was my poetry
so before I proceed

May I?
Why thank you my dear!

Now another question
Can you come here?
If only for a second
My third eye don't lie
Ya whole vibe says you struggle with affection
is that your fathers image being reflected?
or your Mother & all the parts of you she neglected?
I don't need an answer
I wanna help you catch it before it spread like cancer
Would you take the road to recovery if you could plan it?
Love aint everything but not having it is a disadvantage

May I?

Light a candle, pour the cognac & light an incense
before I give you the same thing you've always had, only different
dripping in innocence
although in your mind I'm guilty
it's only in your mind
in this instance
allow me, the freedom to be me
allow you, permission to be seen
not viewed
lets color coordinate our highest chakra hues
its no coincidence that after the heart is exposed we fear being used
because we communicate thru the throat chakra and its always blue

May I?
Explain instead of running game

that's why the candle I lit is white, the drink is a grape
the incense is lavender & the music is Xscape
I want you here with me but resting in outer space
enjoying my inner beauty
admiring its outer shape
no matter how out of shape
watch me bend, don't let me break
fragility is humility
I am soft with you
I do fine finding my way when you're away
May I? Get lost with you
Trupoetry Nov 2017
Who cares if I want to be
I know I need to be
A Millionaire...
because life's never been fair
and boy do I care

Who cares if I want to be
I know I need to be
able to assist with fees
for kids who will graduate
first generation
college students & entrepreneurs in preparation

Who cares if you don't think I will
I pray it's in Gods will
let my divine energy be revealed
so that I may prosper to propel others up the hill
hard to climb and heal
Trupoetry Dec 2015
Monday morning came sweet
laughter lightened the load
after restless slumber
with rustled hair
eyes half crescent mooned
we made it
another night
a new day
we made it
others didn't
celebrate life
the continuous chance
to make it right
so, make it right <33
Trupoetry Aug 2015
I feel strong
Light & airy
I want to love
Be loved

Most days...

My dreams are far away
I marvel at the galaxy of my ambition
I am an astronaut of success
Gravity just holds me hostage

Most Days...

I am a mess
I am uP
I am dOwn
I am...

Most Days...
Poetry doesn't visit me
Then days like today
The one's I love the most
It makes a call to my soul
Like an old friend
Like a favorite book
& I cherish each word I hear
or read
or see
Most Days I forget to remember that I am great
Today isn't one of those days <3
Trupoetry Sep 2016
It all makes sense
The relevance
the evidence
of being Heaven sent
sentenced to a soul hell bent
on surviving off of you

the hate
is not you but the date
space
in time
you remind
him
of when he didn't love himself

when love lingered at the bottom of bottles
he swallowed
woke up more hallow
then the night before
yet once more
we get drunk off these broken pieces

we search for peace in leeches
walking but never running free
on knees
attached to leashes
its a doggy dog world
baby girl

boy  bye
you still high
traded what earth yields for what man provides
you're still addicted
still tripping
tricking yourself
into submission
to be on a mission about what
if not your fathers business

your journey starts with you
your journeys heart is in the center of you
your journey can't begin without all the parts of you

I'm right here
my piece needs no sculpting
pain pressed me into a smooth finish
rounded what was rough
fine tuned what was noise
its all music now
echoing in this heart of mine
in this heART of rhyme
in this season of harvest
the best of times

& as the sun fades, we draw our shades
substitute in hot choc where there was lemonade
longer nights
much shorter days
the absence of light
reveals lifes largest graves

the trees appear to be dying
the grass appears to know
that it will rest from rising
soon held down by snow
but the children will still greet it
it will cushion their fall

& now only now will love truly be, for, us, all <3
Trupoetry Nov 2017
I ran to the edge of Heaven today
Leaped from my bed and almost fell down a cliff
In a balled fist
I had a list
Your name was at the top of it
"Unfinished Business"
God says I have to keep living until you agree to die together
Isn't that why Marriage says Until Death do Us Part?
Yet you keep parting ways with me in the living
& No kidding besides my Fathers Death
You are the only memory that chokes me up
Like walking into a funeral late
Everyone there has already grieved
So you swallow, hard and quietly
The tears don't roll down your face
They bravely brace the fire escapes we call cheekbones
They know
That burning passion will create smoke in your eyes
Smoke in the eyes always creates water
Water helps things grow
& your heart has been dry for far too long

So today I took the last Birthday Card I ever sent you
Folded the sides of it down
Turned the corners of it upward

Got a running start from Earth
Launched it to the ******* the cliff in Heaven
She keeps reaching for me
Speaking to me
I need her to see

The Earth bound boy that makes Heaven worth the wait

The clouds in his hair
The wind in his laugh
Cools me in summer
Challenges me in winter
& scares me during my storms

He is all I've ever been
I know him
I owe him; a glimpse in the mirror
A ring around a rosie
A 1, 2 , 3 not it
A Happily EVer After
A you can do it Baby
AN I forgive you
Please forgive me
For laughing my real laugh
I know the snorting tickles you
I know you hate to be tickled

The plane never quite makes it to the cliff
Although intrigued by my love
She never quite gets the jist of it
& this stupid list
of Unfinished Business
Keeps auto correcting in your name...
Trupoetry May 2015
You're probably reading this from the same place I'm writing it
behind a desk
outside the box
trapped in a corporation
free in my thoughts

You're probably reading this for the same reason I'm writing it
because words matter
because it doesn't matter
the way everything matters

You're probably sick of reading
probably
yet we are hardly anything more than what can be proven
we're probably
the invention before probability

The loving  likelihoods of life
like crawling before walking
like falling when learning to walk
like walking into runs

The statistics of confusion
divided for the mystical equation
of adding all things make believe
subtracting all things real
and solving you for yourself
She
Trupoetry May 2015
She
& There she was
the subtle reflection without a mirror
quiet
kept
reserved
strong
my soul sister
with words to offer me
that once choked my esteem
silencing the bull horn full of my insecurities
you are enough
you always have been
you always will be
& the second I tried to question the truth
it spilled out and over me like rushing water
cleansing me of the layers
piled up
from years of laying underneath potential
I can breathe here
above expectations
amongst my faith
I know that life is worth living here
I know because I've felt the air thin
Like rustling paper in a silent classroom
I've been too embarrassed to be seen
too unsure to be viewed
but you
my sister
you ignited the fight in me
stretched my smile  
like turtlenecks over the heads of school age children
more protection then fashion statement
I remember now
That my words pulled the same tears
from my face
from the eyes of strangers
trying not to be seen
in crowds across the world
sitting
while I stood on stage
& stripped myself of all the ill feelings
all the dark nights
and bright moments
short lived
I will never forget why I chose love
why I can't settle for less
than
more
then
a reason to live
I don't know you
yet I'm familiar with me
I, you, we... &
S.H.E
Trupoetry Dec 2015
I have so many words for you
Words of truth
Words that tip toe
to the top of my tongue
plunge themselves into my lap
like folded love notes
I am not too nervous to give it to you
I'm far too nervous that I'll have to take it away
Now I understand why women cry during marriage proposals
The laboring and long suffering of getting to know yourself
then trusting yourself with someone else
is enough to make anyone cry. ❤️
My work isn't always about my life but it is indeed always about life!
Trupoetry Apr 2020
I’m 7yrs post Jay dropping his first album
When the world opens back up I plan to get noticed without one
I’m out done with people and their ignorance
Quarantine jokes are the new thing but what a hindrance
To the people not laughing because we really living it
Time is of the essence but only when you giving it
Time, running past us
Like its 15mins behind schedule for the last bus
Gotta catch that ride going nowhere
Can’t afford the fare the Gov’s aware but don’t really think its unfair who cares
They talk a good game now all the slaves is essential
Why the big wigs safe at home living presidential
Claiming we all in this together nationally and locally
Remember When you wanted to home school your kids they said they’d suffer socially
Now you mandated
Searching for a platform when you could’ve created it
My heart goes out to the real not the pretenders
School being closed making room for more Brendas
Babies having babies and lacking good guidance
If you thought you lacked problems now the GOV provides them
We all looking for solutions hit me up if you find one
Regurgitated knowledge got me going deaf yet I sympathize with the blind ones
I close my eyes but I’m barely sleeping despite being exhausted
I knew the world had a price to make things right but I didn’t think it would cost this
A penny for my thoughts throw em all in lake erie
So the blind can feel me and the deaf can pretend to hear me
They fear me
People who survive with less
Take the inspiration of nothing doing my best
Is this your observation or is this your test?
I gotta hold my breath
Fold on my bets
No I don’t fear death
But I don’t wanna be next
Cant tell if I’m nervous or this is really shortness of breath
This void
this hole in my chest
I hid my heart instead tearing it apart trying to keep it in check
Is this foretelling the old story foretold from Jesus to Mohammed?
To those who believe in neither
is this your observation or is this your ether?
How you getting clear skies
From a birds eye view
I shoot straight pass the view
This eagle is landing on the roof
The ceiling is glass and I can see the proof
Now white people don’t laugh they understand labeling the Gov the “man” because you’re finally experiencing Them not caring for you
How does it feel
lets be real
You’ve had centuries of hip hop and black reality tv meals
Forgetting You are what you eat
So how does it feel to be me
How does it feel to be meek
To be equipped with a heaven sent strength and still viewed as the weak
Week in and week out things change us
No matter to what religion you subscribe
Or if you follow your spiritual side
Before the time comes that we’re indeed out of time
Or suffering from the great divide
I hope you realize
The importance of how you feel about you inside
Betrayal can lay a veil on the eyes of the real sometimes
Old friends stirring up new lies
I’ve been deemed more loyal by my own side
Be tru to yourself watch from the divine eye
You don’t have to label it 3rd
Believe half of what you see
all of what you dream
  none of what they think
only some of what they see
May love find you in the mist of this silence
May  the seller of lust lower his prices
So you can at minimum afford your vices
But remember as I recite this
Hell has a higher price list
We’ve got to fight this
Even Michael was an angel equipped with violence
Fight for Heaven in your mind
Commit to Heaven in your soul
Scribe about your life so even in the next one your story will be told
Writers... Do not leave your pages blank
Or your people uninspired
For the only way to **** a virus
Is it with a Poets fire...
Trupoetry Mar 2019
I want to write you poetry

I want to be the cover pulled up to your chin against your nightmares

a reminder

that fear only has as much power as we give in to




never forget




love is not a fairy tale

neither is the story of creation

lets love as intentional as his 7 days




I'll be honest

even when it hurts

pain is pleasure

only when we can grow thru what we go thru




keep in mind




we have all been let down by love

yet never abandoned by God

& God is love




Betrayal lingers behind me like cigar stench

I just keep flicking the ashes

wiping them from my clothing

hoping they don't ruin the fabric of who I am




change is necessary




open your heart

make a place for me there

speak into words what it feels like




to Truly be loved...
Trupoetry Jun 2016
The world is a scary place
Find solitude in gratitude & grace
In that space
Its harder to be erased
From the lines of lies circling our race
There is no immunity
For our need for community
To be more seen than heard
To be more than the poetry of the spoken word
Animals are gifted
They get it
& commit to seeing it thru
We won't; they do
Its the truth
Humans are so complicated
Soon our existence will be confiscated
The creator will take back what we took for granted
Living without loving, hurting one another, naturally outlandish
We live above "I'm sorry" & below "Me too"
Hiding behind what has been done to us, avoiding what we chose to do
That lack of empathy
Creates less allies & far too many enemies
There has to be a better way, to live without reproof
The animals know no shame
of living life like it's a game
they don't; we do
Trupoetry Sep 2014
why are your empty hands so full
what's holding you there
In a space of clutter
And clingy
And reasoning for no reason
oh the silence we carry in noise
and the noise we carry like instruments
Don't you hear the band
or opera
Or hip hop
Or choice
carry things worth holding
carry smiles
And laughter
And babies on hips
twisting to sure sounds
carry love
and kindness
In our hearts
on our sleeves
that lead to hands lent to our brother
carry memories of your father
dead but not absent
carry no more tissue
tears won't be carried in your eyes
only a bright future
and poems on a phone screen
on the first of April
1/30 is worth carrying.
©2014 Trupoetry
Trupoetry May 2015
for all the times your words cloaked my fear
like a fresh coat of snow in Nov
on a morning when school had been canceled
and you made magic mini waffles
and let me pretend my hot chocolate was coffee

this is where I start to tell you that you're beautiful
that I'll never forget how they laid themselves at our doorstep
wanting to be your husband
wishing they were my father
how their diamonds and pearls
never quite shined bright enough for you
how the memory of my father
was sunlight
starlight
moonlight
first star you saw at night
how you wished
for him
and on him
for me...

this is where I remind you that you're special
that every kid thinks there Mom is great
but many adults forfeit that thought at this age

this is where I confess
I may still have the spirit of my adolescent innocence
when it comes to you
I just might still believe you're superwoman
that you can fly
see through walls
and hear me from miles away

this is where I say I love you
for making all my dreams come true
through the sacrifice of your life

this is where I thank you
for putting me first
for being an example
for  not letting the world have me
keeping my influence good
and leading me in the right direction

this is where I say I'm sorry
that I can't make life any easier yet
that your bills aren't in my name
that the debt of raising a family by yourself
is one too big for my budget

this is where I promise
that I will bring you flowers
before I am Married
After I am a Mom
and for the rest of my life
not for any reason except
they're the first thing earth ever offered me
that made me as happy as your smile
planted deeply in your southern roots
I dont know how you stay so gentle in this rigid world
I only know you are worth more then any words

This is where I try to  stop writing
because words will never really be good enough
its hard to describe the beauty of another realm
when you only know this one
my language is limited here
I dont know the notes to sing
the melody of your love
keeps me alive
keeps me dancing
while the whole world is still

This is where I say I love you Mom
from the deepest parts of me
forever and a day
love your baby girl ;-)
xoxo
Trupoetry Apr 2015
How long does a baby wait
Until the Mothers water breaks
To pass thru the gates... of time

How quickly things change
the moment we have names
victims of the game... of time

Our bodies race our minds
Only one will truly find
Peace in the design... of time

There is never enough
yet always too much
the battle of it verses us
TIME
Trupoetry Oct 2014
The 1st line is always the last line
& the last time
I felt this fragile or still
I was still fragile
No pill
Can help me heap myself back into the matrix
I have to face this
By starting with the basics✌️
trupoetry
Trupoetry Sep 2016
I'm learning to play the harp.
To punish my fingers for making the sky crack it's knuckles.
Bending love like a tiny offering to the broken.
Sneaking in their ears & whispering hope.
Not while they're sleeping but wide awake eyes shut.
Sweet tears are made for baking. Patience is preheating & love is the icing I will cover you with.
This world did not make us.
So when the worlds fire approaches let us stand as the 3hebrew boys did.
If he allows it to touch us it is only to bake us beautiful.
Keep evolving ❤️
TRU
Trupoetry Jul 2016
TRU
It was your silence that hooked me
paired with eye contact
from the first pair of eyes that
had seen me
in a while
& your smile
proved that you saw me
almost like you knew me
you chose to see me
instead of view me
this "new" me
Speaking a future encounter into existence.
Trupoetry Jun 2017
Why pretend like you don't go looking for my pictures?
or like you don't read my poems more than scriptures?

When you catch those glimpses of the happy me
do you question like "why wasn't she that happy with me?"

I hope you don't still waste your time
loving where you aren't
convinced love is by your side

My love resides in a safe place
where I am
my heart is in the same space

I'm a lover, lover
You still fight to love-her

I pray you win that battle
damaging the damaged is hard to handle

Be light in your words
heavy in your actions
focus on the verb
prepare for the reaction

It's bound to happen

Each lover is but a fraction

To the real equation of truth
You wont love love, my love
Until you've loved you!
<3
Trupoetry Jul 2018
I googled once "places for singles to go to re inspire love"
The first was
A picture of Barcelona, Spain

The art
The water
The food

All fire starters
For the piles of dried up cherry hearts I've been carrying
Underneath my left arm ike firewood thru a forest of faith

Lost, yet somehow on my way somewhere
With a full itinerary

I have scaled mountains with my eyes closed
I have swam oceans holding my breath backwards
Barely upright I have walked the lowest valleys

Breath taking-ly beautiful things scare me
So I close my eyes when I kiss
I hold them monumentally wide when I make love

I am waiting for nothing
I am hoping for enough faith
To freak fear out

I want to love you purely
so I'll get these kinks out before you meet me

In Barcelona xoxo
Trupoetry Sep 2016
Your laugh echoes thru my heart
Like school bells @3pm
My feelings rush for the halls of my mind
Like School children towards their lockers
I open up the memories of where you were
Some are finely folded in the back of a notebook
Others ripped & torn falling from tethered folders
I pick them all up
I keep them all
I leave them all in the places I find them
I scatter none across the ground
I do not rewrite other notes beside or on the flip side of them
They still smell like the fear of rejection
They still feel like the nervousness of a crush
& my God; they stick to my hands like first loves always do
There is nothing to wash away
I have licked, kissed & gently rolled my lips
All over the sweetness of your fleeting presence
It is only sour on the days I yearn for more
On those days music is honey across bitterness
I dance to all of our favorite songs
I smile like warm brown sugar
Each crumble dropping somewhere close to who you really are
Yet I don't see you anywhere near here
I can feel you pretending to feel nothing
About the best feelings you've never had
These memories, these notes; they become books
I rarely drop them but when I do
Some brave soul always seems to want to help me carry them
Despite the back pack full of his own
He doesn't know that I know what happens when his shoulders fail
When carrying mine distracts him from the weight of his own
It is only when I take mine away that he can feel what was there all along
We could all use a little summer vacation in love
A time to put away the notes we've written
Become the words instead
Share them under peach trees
& Palm Trees
& Metro Parks alongside lakes with still waters
Listen to them crackle in bonfires
Drown out the loudness with laughter
Tilt your head back
Taste them on your lips like Half Iced tea Half Lemonade
Hold that left hand in your right, tightly
Inhale the fragrance of a first introduction



Not things
Trupoetry Dec 2016
See me

Seeded deeply

In rich soil

The wealth is knowledge of how to be loyal

This is the part of the movie where all the cards point to you losing me

This is the same moment the songs chorus plays

& I vow to love you always in all ways

This is when reality hits

That Tru love is a gift

Not one we acquire to exchange

The one we desire to forever remain

I have traced the lines drawn on your heart before me

Drawn so poorly

At first I thought poor me

Then I realized it was all in pencil

Faulty attempts to stencil

Not love but a sense of

These words are in ink

Place your hand over your heart & catch the beat

We're still in sync

Let your cup runneth over & flood the sink

We're on the brink

Soon the year will renew

Distance can't undermine My plan It's still connected to you

Each day when the moon breaks

& sends the sun to take its place

I close my open eyes & see your face

Every characteristic

Imperfect

Perfectly realistic

A reminder of the truth

That being made in his image requires loving from the roots... #trupoetry #trulove ❤️
When its real, it never fades. Being apart doesn't always mean being away.
Trupoetry Nov 2016
I wonder if Mary knew when she kissed his cheek
That she was watching the son of God sleep
Makes me wonder...
How did you notice me?
Nothing special about a pair of tired eyes
The truth of  beauty wired with lies
This world makes it so easy to quit
Instead of sticking it out
we switch
Partners like whips
a new ride every 36
on the emotional rollercoaster
aren't you sick?
Motion sickness for all the hits
The heart isn't trained for combat
loving men don't fight in wars
but loving women were never taught that
No one knows what's right anymore
Being wrong is up for interpretation
Therefore, if nothing can be as real as it was before
isn't this all just our imagination?
Is yours running wild?
polluted with the normalcy of bearing the out of wedlock child
that line reads judgmental yet you judged me when you read it
is it possible the thinker is just as guilty as the one who said it?
the sinner & the saint live within the same risks
Yet one believes in himself the other in his gifts
The believer knows more than most
For he knows the truth is the truth for them both
There's been a lot of smoke
yet the dust never settles
Is love still love after we've all settled
for less than what we deserve
based on the absence of perfection that we've observed
flaws leave lines blurred
where destiny should have never been disturbed
how many times has your soul mate left you?
how many lifetimes before you can say they accept you?
I've seen love
Obscene love
I still dream love
about being in love
with a beam of love
all beings are loved
uniquely
discretely
you keep me
Trupoetry Feb 2016
I'm going to give you the best answer
you've never had
to all the questions
you never ask

Nakupenda

Your legacy is unwritten
which means it is untold
remain silent
until it is worth speaking of

truth-full-y

I see you
the way a mirror see's itself
encompassed by its purpose
forgetting
its worth seeing
not just using to be seen into

There is a lot of love in the world
of a loveless people

There is a lot to be seen
thru a faceless peep hole

Keep that key and the spare
on stand by
Stand by until you don't need to open doors
sparingly

Be strong

Insecurities don't compromise beauty
beauty compromises insecurities
A conflict worth sorting out

Speak to yourself
more than you are spoken about

Trace the lines of your hand
don't memorize them
but forget not the familiarity

Never get lost in the lines of another
Always find your way back home

There is no place quite like you
An ode to be[eing] yourself
Trupoetry Apr 2017
Press all your noise into my silence
The quiet in quitting can be so vibrant
Bright hues of the abused
Paint the sky within the lines of lies they've used
To confuse both you and your muse
I never tried to love you
I did try not to
Can't avoid the noise when I agreed to cover it
Why am I begging God for you
When we did what we wanted to do outside of his covenant
I would be remiss if I didn't tell you how much you're missed
Not sure why I thought you were Heaven sent
Since I can't tell you where Heaven is
Maybe it's just a mile away
A Smile, a way
A missed phone call, drunk dial away
We are the generation that doesn't pray
We are soldiers at war who never stay
In battle long enough to win
Enemy used to be opposite of friend
Some how now synonymous to them
Where do I begin
To tell the start of the end
No mending just bending our minds into helix chains
Pretending not to feel the pain
You pressed your forehead into mine once
Told God to release the divine wants of our souls
My mind wants to be whole
but knows just how much of it your memory holds
We should have resisted the rush
Slowed down and learned the sound of touch
The music in us
So when they came to point the blame
We'd know the difference between advice and game
Yet here we are in a place where we may never be the same
Easier to delete a selfie then to pull a picture from a frame
or file a motion to retain a last name
I read an old couples opinion on why love doesn't work anymore
They said we replace where they would've fix things
but how do you fix anything at war
Isn't it about survival and making it thru
Picture your opponent dying to sustain you
Mirror stained truths
There is a war on love darling and we are proof...
Trupoetry May 2017
Rainy days in Cleveland look like regret
They take the joy out of a 70Degree day
Like an empty Christmas present
It’s about as romantic as an ex Boyfriend’s third chance at failing you
But if you look closely
The rain drops aren’t committing suicide
They are sky diving from the clouds
Awaiting their first impression with the grass
They yearn to be soaked up by the Earth
The same way my eyes freeze in yours like a game of tag
Did your heart feel mine tap its shoulder when I whispered you were it?
Are you tired of how good I am at hiding? No matter how long you count
How I appear to be invisible then suddenly I touch base
I rarely ever play games I haven’t studied the rules of…
But sometimes love is like a fake leg cramp in a basketball game
Between a pro athlete and his little sister
Sometimes love; knowing it can beat us, humbles itself so we too can feel like winners <333
Trupoetry Nov 2016
Two bare trees in a forest
Forage of leaves
That left us naked
Ashamed
Half Way Afraid
Your branches reached for mine
Like cold hands cover colder feet
On bitter winter nights
The moon scared you
& you still laid yourself across the night for me
Your back fragile and fidgety
Hard to sit still when you're a moving target
They hate the way you wait for me
They despise the way you wave to me
Every blow of the wind and opportunity to be closer
You ride the breeze so bravely
Not knowing which way it will blow
They don't see the beauty in you now
A marvelous story untold
I have never seen them yet I know the fragrance of your fruit is bold
In all your ripeness is your righteousness
This season is for the harvest
soon you shall reap all you have sown
When autumn comes be proud of just how much you've grown
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