tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39200584937744031632024-02-07T01:13:01.536-05:00J's TruthThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-74956668972015283222015-07-24T19:22:00.000-04:002015-07-24T19:22:08.800-04:00A Letter of HopeI struggled to find the words to set up this letter. I hope you read this with an open heart and mind and you share it with someone. As always thank for reading. Comments are welcome.<br />
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Dear Sandra Bland,</div>
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I've never done this before. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve this, I shouldn't have to get to know you like this. Just like I shouldn't have gotten to know Trayvon Martin or Mike Brown or Jonathan Ferrell or Tamir Rice or Eric Garner or Oscar Grant or Yvette Smith or Melissa Williams and Timothy Russell or Rekia Boyd and so many others like this, but Pac said smile through the bullshit so I'm going to smile. It's nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you, about all of you and so you all know we know what they say is bullshit. They said you didn't signal right, he was a punk and they always get away. He tried to grab the gun, he needed help but was in the wrong neighborhood for that. He was a kid being a kid playing with a BB gun, I did it too. He couldn't breathe or was selling illegal cigarettes. He was fighting on a train. They said she had a gun but she didn't, they led cops on a high speed chase, she was shot in the back of the head while hanging with friends. isn't that how they like to see us though, hanging with friends.</div>
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You all deserved better. You all deserved to see a new day, deserved to know your lives matter. And I'm not saying you're perfect, none of us are but I didn't want to have to meet you this way. I'd rather meet you like you meet a distant relative at a family reunion, you know the one on your mommas, daddy's sister's brother's cousin side. Or that cousin who been gone too long that came back to town with stories that probably aren't true. That crazy uncle who always has money to give and a story to tell. That cousin you haven't seen since y'all were kids but you pick up right where you left off back then. Or That great aunt who always brings the sweet potato pie and you don't know the secret ingredient but she says it's love and you believe her because that's what it tastes like. Yeah that's how we should have met.</div>
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We should have met discussing your dreams, your aspirations like yeah, Sandra wants to be a doctor or a civil rights activist or a chef or whatever you wanted to be, you discussed it with such a passion that we could feel it in your soul. I wish I didn't have to know your names or I wish I knew your names because you were a CEO of a fortune 500 company or an architect or an engineer just something, anything where your heart still beats, where your dreams are still yours and not floating in the wind with your spirits.</div>
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But instead, we're here with questions like what happened why is it still happening, when is it enough? Having to defend saying black lives matter because the majority can't see or refuse to see the assault on black lives. All they say is what about black on black crime or what about Chicago and Baltimore. They don't even realize we know those lives matter too, we know all lives matter and we'd rather not have to use the hash tag, but we refuse to let this be swept under the rug or placed in the back of the closet where America likes to keep the mirror it hates to look in.</div>
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But I'm getting off topic, it's not about them or me, it's about you and everyone like you who didn't get the chance to shine, to change, to grow, to inspire, to live, to learn from mistakes, to get justice, to see their day in court, to choose who they would become, to be a human being.</div>
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It was nice to have met you though your time was short-lived and I barely know your name. </div>
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Sincerely,</div>
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Hope for the future</div>
The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-74245757712019804182014-08-29T10:30:00.002-04:002014-08-29T10:30:36.130-04:00A Series of (mostly) Unrelated QuestionsHello there,<br />
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Long time no post. I've been on my slacking game really hard lately but its about high time that I step up and post some things for those of you who still take the time to check on my page. I appreciate it and I appreciate you. This piece came from a question I had that formulated other questions and I just decided to go with it. I got the idea from a poem I heard Mr. Ed Mabrey do a similar poem and I tried to do something similar. So here goes nothing, as always thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome.<br />
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What do we mean when we say we want people to be happy?<br />
Why don't we say what we mean?<br />
What is it about some people that sticks to our spirit so long?<br />
Who am I to stand in the way of love? Why does my heart hurt?<br />
Is it medical? Is it mental?<br />
When did it all get so complex?<br />
Where's your head at?<br />
How come its easier to write the things I'm thinking rather than to say them?<br />
Am I afraid of the answer? Do I already know the answer?<br />
What's the point? Can we make it? Do you want to make it?<br />
Am I keeping you from experiencing the love of your life?<br />
If life is ever-changing can we really have a single love our lives?<br />
Where is this going?<br />
Is this a poem?<br />
Is this what I deserve?<br />
Where do I fit in?<br />
Is it enough? Am I enough?<br />
What do I want to know?<br />
Do you ever fall after you've taken a leap of faith?<br />
Where is my faith?<br />
Why do we only want people to be happy when it benefits us?<br />
Are we needy?<br />
Do we really want happiness for them? For ourselves?<br />
What is happiness anyway? Is it overrated?<br />
Do we under rate our ability to be amazing?<br />
Where are the words?<br />
Is it ever truly over? Can we start over?<br />
Is there a beginning and an ending, or are there only hello's and until laters?<br />
Am I projecting? How does it feel when I say I believe in you?<br />
Do you believe in yourself?<br />
What am I believing?<br />
Are we still saving the prettiest lies?<br />
What are we saving them for? Who are we saving them for?<br />
Is admitting defeat the same as losing?<br />
Is grace defined by humility?<br />
Does this sound like music because it feels like music?<br />
Is this freedom I'm feeling?<br />
Is freedom only defined by what you can or can't do or is it more?<br />
If I feel it, is it real?<br />
When do I listen to my soul?<br />
Am I making sense?<br />
Do I inspire you? Do I aspire you to?<br />
Does this type of insecurity go away?<br />
I can't hide it anymore, can you hold it for a while?<br />
Why do some people stay in our hearts and others don't?<br />
What is forever?<br />
How do I find it?<br />
What am I avoiding?<br />
Is it the answer?<br />
Why does my heart hurt?<br />
Do we hurt on purpose?<br />
Do we live on purpose?<br />
Do we love on purpose?<br />
When we hurt why does the lesson never seem important in the moment?<br />
What do you like?<br />
Do you know I always think of you?<br />
Do you think?<br />
Do you think the truth is helpful?<br />
Why did I go back?<br />
Is there an undo button? Is there an unsee option?<br />
Is imitation really flattery in its greatest form?<br />
Do we just want to feel better?<br />
What do we feel bad about?<br />
Am I just a copy?<br />
Am I an individual?<br />
When will the words end?<br />
Where have you been all my life?<br />
Is my life over?<br />
Did I end your life?<br />
Do I make you happy?<br />
Do I make me happy?<br />
Why do we base happiness on other people?<br />
Isn't that too much for them to bare?<br />
Why do we bear the weight of our world?<br />
Shouldn't we ask for help?<br />
Don't we already have help?<br />
Why is my heart still hurting?<br />
Hasn't it hurt enough?<br />
Am I the one hurting it?<br />
Will it ever get better?<br />
Does it heal itself?<br />
What is self?<br />
How do we know when we found it?<br />
Will we look different?<br />
Will we act different?<br />
What difference does it make anyway?<br />
Does it matter?<br />
Do you matter?<br />
Isn't it all matter?<br />
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If you like what you read I would be grateful if you left comments and you can find other stuff at mallchi.bandcamp.com.<br />
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Thanks for stopping by and checking me out.<br />
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Peace JThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-59203418269515007132014-04-18T19:53:00.001-04:002014-04-28T14:31:45.373-04:00Re:Evolution of Love The Track ListThis post is for those who have been waiting and for those who purchased the preview album at the Slam tonight. Its also for those who just want to know what I've been doing. Also, this may make me actually put out the full version. We'll call this the rough draft.<br />
<b> 1) Intro - What is Love by Denise Music by: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 2) Love Poem #9 Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 3) Highlight </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 4) Silhouette Woman </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 5) The Motto Music by: S. Carter</b><br />
<b> 6) Fighting Temptation </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 7) The Feeling </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 8) Satisfaction </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b> 9) Bluz Speaks </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b>10) Stalker Poem</b><br />
<b>11) Feels Like </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b>12) This is Love by Twint4k Music by: Beats by Jake</b><br />
<b>13) Sinking </b><br />
<b>14) Self Portrait </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b>15) Beauty </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b><br />
<b>16) Thankful </b><b>Music by</b><b>: J. Truth</b>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-33988670352622064002013-10-15T23:04:00.001-04:002015-01-06T18:55:58.171-05:00Game ChangerSo its been way too long since I've been here and I plan to be here more often but here is a little something I've been working on how you enjoy and let me know what you think<br />
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I wanna be next to you like sunsets on Sundays, some days I just like to stare at you, but not in a weird way, in a mind clearing way, I'm admiring one of God's hidden masterpieces<br />
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You're the Mona Lisa of my mind, a world wonder no wonder why you move masses when you walk by and rivers still rise to bow in your presence, your imperfections are still perfected<br />
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You show me truth when you get naked and I still appreciate it<br />
I still appreciate that life lessons don't lessen the glow of your aura and how your words still flow like water out of my mouth and into existence<br />
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And your persistence at being better today than you were yesterday inspire change that can be believed in <br />
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All politics aside you're a game changer and I don't need a thousand words to tell you why, they often get in the way,<br />
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Like something in the way of things, like similes, like like as, as if it changes everything<br />
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You've changed everything from the way I phrase words to the way I say your name. This is what makes you a queen like Sheba, like Cleopatra, like Hatshetsup<br />
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The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-51418263833431161912012-12-07T09:47:00.000-05:002012-12-07T09:47:16.164-05:00When The Limelight Is Not EnoughNew blog, old poem. Enjoy!<br />
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We all want our moment in the limelight<br />
Our time to shine,<br />
That point we go from ordinary human beings<br />
to extraordinary human beings<br />
But what about the grind<br />
The come up<br />
The blood, sweat and tears<br />
The sacrifices<br />
The disappointments<br />
The point when giving up seems smarter and safer<br />
Yet we still keep going<br />
Because the limelight's just not enough<br />
We tough out criticism<br />
Appreciate applause<br />
Know the road less traveled is our path<br />
Because the main way is the cause<br />
For the fall of men and women alike whose main flaw was<br />
They only wanted the limelight<br />
They didn't dare to think different<br />
Didn't dare to act different<br />
Didn't care that they were clones<br />
Scarecrows with no heart they just knew they had to get on<br />
False hopes of fulfillment from the shine<br />
But the time has come<br />
Because we are here<br />
To help you see clearly now the bling is gone<br />
No more minstrel show niggas<br />
No more just for show bitches<br />
we deal with the real so if its artificial let it be<br />
And maybe, just maybe<br />
If we push past fears and insecurities<br />
Intooo happiness and our dreams<br />
We will see what it means<br />
When the Limelight's Not EnoughThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-11751742874278743732012-11-17T15:31:00.000-05:002012-11-17T15:31:07.051-05:00No Title<div style="text-align: left;">
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Where's your mind racing?</div>
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Wish I could stop chasing</div>
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Never look her in the eyes</div>
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For disappointment is near</div>
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Never trust with your heart</div>
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Don't believe your reflection its mission is clear</div>
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<i> It's not you I'm after, it's what's in your dreams</i></div>
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This may seem sporadic but its all inter-weaved</div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">I lie to myself about you until its perfect.</span></i></b></div>
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How does it feel</div>
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You asked for my interpretation of life, well, here it is</div>
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Painted as poem,</div>
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Placed as plainly as stars in the sky</div>
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No need for more imagery because images often lie</div>
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But your energy doesn't</div>
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Feels good like similes</div>
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We're more similar than I believed us to be</div>
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Never believed us to be means freedom to me</div>
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And maybe give birth to beauty for me.</div>
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The beauty to refine lines and replenish lives.</div>
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The beauty to take scattered thoughts & make conscious decisions</div>
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So what do you decide</div>
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How do you decide</div>
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How do you decide</div>
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What's made of our time</div>
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I knew I wasn't good enough,</div>
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But you insisted I was</div>
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Finally made sense of my life</div>
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Tried to walk away twice And twice you stopped me</div>
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Now you're doing the same</div>
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And we're doing the same dance over & over again</div>
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You're my infidel, uninvited consumer of my thoughts</div>
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The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-13556574609981094862012-10-25T13:59:00.003-04:002012-10-25T13:59:50.828-04:00The Re:Evolution <br />
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It's been such a long time since I've been on here I'm not even sure where to begin. So I'll just provide an update of what I've been up to since the last time I was here.<br />
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I've been diligently working on finishing this Re:Evolution of Love project and I'm glad to say I'm almost there, I just need to get a couple of people to record some things for me then I can finish mixing it. I've been listening a lot to it and I am excited about how the poems/songs came out. I definitely have to thank some people for helping me out, my homie my brother 24K, Melissa, Denise and L.A. for providing me with their definitions of what love is they definitely make the album. Ms. Stuart for being my cover model. Carlos Robson for (eventually when I stop procrastinating) providing some vocals for me on a track. Lyric (again eventually) for assisting me with the business/legal side of protecting my work. LaShonda for pushing me consistently and last but not least LaToya for letting me be a bum and looking out for me. I will have a more<br />
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This ride of putting together a project like this for me has been an interesting because it has gone through so many transformations since I first thought of the idea. I went from wanting to have three sections which explored different concepts of love to a conglomerate of the different aspects of love. When I listen to it I get a feeling that it's a really good project but I want to make it a really great project so that is what I'm working on. So until the next time you can check out a track (and download it even) from the upcoming CD. The track is called Fighting Temptation and you can listen/download <a href="http://www.soundcloud.com/jtruth/fighting-temptation" target="_blank">here</a> or <a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/jtruth" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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I won't promise to blog more consistently but I will blog as much as I can and not just about my poetic/musical endeavors.<br />
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Peace, JThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-62293829782170209222012-07-15T15:23:00.000-04:002012-07-15T15:23:03.768-04:00The Edge“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” <br />
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― Audre Lorde <br />
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So the other night I was watching "The Best Man" because I don't have cable and I didn't have anything else to watch and near the climax of the movie the character Merch said this quote speaking to Candy. That is neither here nor there just providing some context on why I chose this quote. <br />
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Anyway, the past few months have been rather rough for me if I should say so myself. In addition to being laid off again I have been unable to find any employment, I've had to have THE TALK with my son, I've barely made rent each of the last two months and I had to pawn my keyboard. Now I can't say that its been all bad because I was apart of an awesome show Thanks to Michael Clayton you can check the reviews <a href="http://nticemusic.com/music-2/akoustics-culture-vibrations/" target="_blank">here</a>. I felt like I had a pretty good performance and want to do more. That was a step in the right direction and I will be attending a songwriting workshop next Saturday and I am in a grant writing class with my sister so I am definitely in the ebb and flow of things. However, I am just feeling like I'm on a path that leads nowhere. I feel so on edge lately like I cannot do anything right financially and I keep digging myself deeper into a hole trying to get out of the hole. Its crazy. I've been looking for people to give me their honest assessment of what love is and means to them for my Re:Evolution project which I will be finished with in a matter of weeks. My friends/business partners have started an entertainment website called <a href="http://www.dreamweavermediasite.com/" target="_blank">SoundWavez</a> Studios its your one stop shop for all your production needs. We will soon be opening a full service studio on the beach. In the meantime click on the link and get some <a href="http://dreamweavermediasite.com/free-music/" target="_blank">free</a> music. <br />
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I've always known this road I travel was never meant to be easy or paved with glitter and gold, but I am finding myself losing my faith and determination and motivation. I'm hoping that by writing I will keep the willpower I need to make it to my destination. I'm learning that I can't do it all by myself and that I need people in my corner and I need to take advantage of the connections I've made and just build with those who are on a similar journey as I am. Its difficult because I feel like on the one hand I should already be there and on the other that I don't belong. Still, everyday I thank God for the breath that I take, apologize for the ones that I waste. Until next time, keep doing what you're doing and keep moving towards your goals and dreams no matter what they may be or how far away they may seem. It's never too late until you stop trying. <br />
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Peace, JThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-39103184266234153532012-06-19T22:07:00.000-04:002012-06-19T22:07:09.656-04:00Self - PortraitHere is my latest video doing a poem:<br />
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Hope you enjoy thanks for watching leave a comment.The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-43302523139074277732012-04-25T21:53:00.003-04:002012-04-25T21:53:49.642-04:009/30 Well TechnicallyOK, so this poem was technically written on 3/27/12 however, I think its a dope poem worth sharing. It came on a sleepless night when Rose Royce was on Pandora.<br />
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<strong><em>Sleep don't come easy</em></strong></div>
For lover's who keep picking at the scabs of their wounded pas<br />
<strong><em>Sleep don't come easy</em></strong><br />
For writer's who block the path of words by choosing not to write<br />
<strong><em> Sleep don't come easy</em></strong><br />
For mother's waiting for the return of their son's, whose last words were<br />
"I'll be right back", who knew death sentences were as simple as Facebook statuses<br />
Or as complicated as laws that say the last man standing can claim self-defense<br />
Whether or not the victim was pleading for his life.<br />
9-1-1 tapes are a joke in your town and Public Enemy number one<br />
Wear hoodies and eat skittles <br />
Or have football scholarships and are about to be somebody.<br />
<strong><em> Sleep don't come easy</em></strong><br />
For father's who pray that their sons and daughters make it our of adolescence and into adulthood safely<br />
<strong><em> Sleep don't come easy</em></strong><br />
For the broken-hearted who refuse to take a chance on love for fear of falling<br />
Or the heart-broken who didn't get a chance to make amends & say goodbye to their loved ones<br />
No, <br />
<strong><em>Sleep don't come easy</em></strong><br />
In the early hours of the morning when the holy spirit is speaking through you or <br />
Speaking to you through song<br />
<em><strong> Sleep won't come easy</strong></em><br />
For the inmate on death row, convicted of crimes not committed<br />
No retrials or appeals<br />
No stay of execution<br />
No presidential pardons<br />
There's no rest for the weary or the soldiers <br />
We all must carry on, <br />
Rest when we die and sing our redemption songs<br />
Songs of freedom<br />
Know that <br />
<em><strong> Sleep won't come easy</strong></em><br />
But joy<br />
Comes in the morningThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-36091623186066981552012-04-25T21:35:00.000-04:002012-04-25T21:35:45.621-04:008 of 30 More Poems for Me<br />
I'm so imprisoned by my feelings I can't escape their hold. They have me under lock and key, unable to express myself truly. So I hold back or better yet censor how I feel in some misguided attempt to protect myself from falling again and possibly looking foolish again. So I maintain that I have no room for love, no time to be loved, No desire to be reacquainted with how it feels to be desired.<br />
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I play make believe with other's feelings, believing if I have no feelings, theirs will fade away. I say I'm so faded, jaded by the past, only holding on to it so I won't be forced into an unfamiliar future. Say my issues with love are financial, like I lost a fortunate on a love tip that proved to be nothing more than Cupid's drunken thoughts of how if you tell her, she will notice.<br />
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Don't mind me right now, I'm imprisoned by my feelings. Won't allow myself the satisfaction of satisfying needs, addicted to being needed so bad I'm needy. Only to say I don't need you because misery loves company so I take your hand, get you on my level by being everything you say you need only to say I can't be the one to fulfill your desires.<br />
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Write my fears in love poems, to hide all I think may make you like my words. My solitude strangles me. I break free of my feelings only to feel the need to go back to them like I'm institutionalized.<br />
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I internalize my feelings, express them as passionate poetry, speak plainly so there's no reason to read between the lines. I tell others to believe in the power of love, I'm so hypocritical, put myself in critical condition, like life support will make love easier to bear.<br />
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But I'm just a prisoner of my feelings, keep them bottled up like they're in solitary confinement. Trying to expunge myself of them like they are on consignment. Just trying to feel again, knowing that I'm going places but back isn't one of them.The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-88820182318468944282012-04-25T21:19:00.001-04:002012-04-25T21:19:34.003-04:00More Poems 7/30I haven't been as committed to the poems as I should be. Various reasons could be made as to why I haven't kept up well but I won't get into that. I'll just post some poems.<br />
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A Thousand Kisses<br />
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I'll kiss you anywhere,<br />
Even there, behind your ear <br />
Listening to your body's desires<br />
Mood music moves inhibitions to the back of our minds<br />
So I'll place kisses down your spine to send messages of lust<br />
Through your neurons<br />
A kiss on your neck, soft enough to represent<br />
The Gentle nature of my intent.<br />
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I'll intentionally kiss your lips, <br />
To get a full taste of your sweet embrace<br />
Syncopate my lips to the gyration of your hips<br />
Make me tongue tied, while I suck your lips dry<br />
I can keep up with your pace<br />
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I'll kiss your inner thighs,<br />
From back of knee to inner crease<br />
Cause you know how much of a tease I like to be<br />
I'll kiss your gift-bearing hips,<br />
Make this my second favorite place<br />
To the small of your back<br />
Because I like to make you wait<br />
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I'll kiss your rib cage, <br />
One for each rib I gave<br />
For us to be made whole<br />
I'll call this your body's appreciation<br />
I'm going to show my dedication for learning your wants<br />
Like the back of my hand<br />
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I kiss the back of your hand to represent your royalty<br />
Call you Queen because I am serving thee<br />
So I place kisses at your feet<br />
Run my tongue up your mid-section<br />
Because I know it makes you smile<br />
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I'll make sure to make you laugh often<br />
Since you said it turns you on<br />
Like when I caress your breasts<br />
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I know I'm supposed to be using my lips but <br />
I can't keep my hands off of you<br />
Lady, I'll kiss your cheeks like we are best friends<br />
Kiss your collar bone to make amends<br />
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A kiss to your forehead to signal the night just begins<br />
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Yes I'll kiss you anywhere<br />
Especially there<br />
And ThereThe Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-91537783333894529342012-04-09T22:41:00.000-04:002012-04-09T22:41:28.186-04:0030 Poems, 30 Days - Day 6<div style="text-align: left;">Gorgeous look, softly gazing my way</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her eyes melt my ice box, stone-faced barrier</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her smile, reminds me beauty is only skin deep</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I get lost in those soul searching windows</div><div style="text-align: left;">Searching for her truth,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wondering if she's knowingly doing this to me</div><div style="text-align: left;">Or if it's accidental like an F sharp</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the middle of an E minor chord,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her theory is undeniable</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She still doesn't know, </div><div style="text-align: left;">I still haven't told her she's my dream girl</div><div style="text-align: left;">But somehow we're still here in this moment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She brushes her hair from her face so gently</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm wondering if she's doing this to me on purpose</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like my purpose for being is </div><div style="text-align: left;">To be mesmerized by her subtleties</div><div style="text-align: left;">She subtly moves in a direction closer to me</div><div style="text-align: left;">And my breath escapes me</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She smells like angels ought to smell</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything about her is perfect, yet I know she isn't</div><div style="text-align: left;">She moves like the daughter of the wind</div><div style="text-align: left;">And in an instant</div><div style="text-align: left;">She's gone with the wind</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nothing more than a memory</div><div style="text-align: left;">And a reminder</div><div style="text-align: left;">That time waits for no man</div><div style="text-align: left;">So if you're going to do it,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Its best to do it now</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-71675219025507060552012-04-09T22:26:00.000-04:002012-04-09T22:26:56.582-04:0030 Poems, 30 Days - Day 5<div align="center"><u><strong>Beauty Within</strong></u></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I want to make you feel beautiful</div><div align="center">Like portraits of the abstract</div><div align="center">Like poetry in its purity</div><div align="center">Like seeing God in children</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Beautiful,</div><div align="center">Like stars being aligned,</div><div align="center">Your magnetic pull makes my sun</div><div align="center">Orbit around your Earth</div><div align="center">Causing shifts in my planetary design</div><div align="center">Your waves crash</div><div align="center">My sea shores reminding me</div><div align="center">You're forever engraved </div><div align="center">In my memory banks</div><div align="center">And you make me rise like high tide</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I want you to feel sexy,</div><div align="center">Like the way you sip wine</div><div align="center">Or how your clothes fit so fine</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I want you to feel sexy</div><div align="center">Like unspoken lines,</div><div align="center">Or the right compliment at the right time</div><div align="center">When I say I want to see you naked </div><div align="center">I'm not asking you to take your clothes off</div><div align="center">Though it is much appreciated</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I want you to feel sexy in your vulnerability</div><div align="center">Let me caress your self doubt into self affirmation</div><div align="center">I want to explore your body's wonderland</div><div align="center">Find the buried treasures</div><div align="center">That make you feel beautiful</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Like chord progressions,</div><div align="center">Like love songs,</div><div align="center">Like fore play</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Let me play for you</div><div align="center">Songs that make your heart open</div><div align="center">The touch that makes your mind wander</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Wondering how I know where you like to be touched</div><div align="center">Its kinetic energy</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I'm drawn to you like you're my canvas</div><div align="center">And I'm your pen</div><div align="center">You'll be my greatest work</div><div align="center">I'll call you my Starry Night,</div><div align="center">Then cut off my ear</div><div align="center">If that means you'll feel beautiful</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Like portraits of the abstract,</div><div align="center">Like poetry in its purity</div><div align="center">Like seeing God,</div><div align="center">Beautiful</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-19304919758707306592012-04-09T22:16:00.000-04:002012-04-09T22:16:43.323-04:0030 days, 30 Poems: Day 4So I have been writing just don't have internet access at the crib, so this is where my problem lies. But I have poems four through eight that I'm about to post as I haven't done one for today yet. As always, enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated..<br />
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<div align="center"><strong><u>Day </u></strong>4: A Poem for my Son</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">If I never say I love you enough, I'm sorry</div><div align="center">I know I'm not the man you need me to be</div><div align="center">Or the man I know I can be, but I'm with you</div><div align="center">I'll never forget you or what you mean to me</div><div align="center">So don't let anyone draw conclusions for you</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">When the storm clouds form & the rain starts to fall</div><div align="center">I hope you feel my love in the wind</div><div align="center">I hope it carries away those empty feelings</div><div align="center">Those lonely feelings</div><div align="center">And I know words aren't actions</div><div align="center">But don't think they aren't important</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So it's important for you to know that I think of you as often as I breathe</div><div align="center">And I know I'm not perfect, I won't pretend to be.</div><div align="center">I still remember, listen to the sound of the wind</div><div align="center">If you can hear it, listen with your heart.</div><div align="center">To the whispers that will comfort you,</div><div align="center">Just listen, to the howls of the wind,</div><div align="center">Let it remind you of a time when everything was peaceful.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I remember, the feelings, all of them</div><div align="center">Good and bad, right and wrong, </div><div align="center">You will feel them too.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Know that storms come & go but the wind,</div><div align="center">The wind moves thoughts & emotions & sends messages</div><div align="center">So you are not alone because I'll always be in the wind</div><div align="center">Whether its a summer breeze </div><div align="center">Or the eye of the storm, thinking of you</div><div align="center">Wanting you to learn to move like the wind</div><div align="center">Be strong but gentle</div><div align="center">Felt but unseen</div><div align="center">Known but not understood</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Son I just want you to think free, like the wind.</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-46901155742859082282012-04-04T20:07:00.000-04:002012-04-04T20:07:11.511-04:0030 Day Poem Challenge... Up Through day 3Happy new year... Yeah I know its April but its my first post since forever and a day ago. But I'm back because April is National Poetry month. I know I missed Black History month and Women's History month but hey what can I say. My goal is to post 30 poems in 30 days. I will try and post everyday the poem I did so to catch up with the first four days of the month.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u>Day 1: April 1, 2012</u></strong> Haiku:</div><div style="text-align: center;">She moves fluidly with the music,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her steps are as graceful as time</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u>Day 2: April 2, 2012</u></strong> Haiku</div><div style="text-align: center;">Free speech is a right not to be taken lightly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Think before you speak</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u>Day 3: April 3, 2012</u></strong> Free Write</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's Talk, take a minute to focus on words.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not too careful, not too care free</div><div style="text-align: center;">Say what you mean to me. Don't think </div><div style="text-align: center;">Just say, what feels right pour soul into each word like</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will represent who you'll be remembered as</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't think, just say what's on your third eye's mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just be, like chords that show more theory </div><div style="text-align: center;">Than Big Bang's or conspiracies</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't think, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Let words flow through, speak to who you dream to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even if you aren't sure who that is.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't look back on previous lines</div><div style="text-align: center;">They've gone pass like time never goes back</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let the past be the past.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stop trying to write for audience members </div><div style="text-align: center;">Who will never fully understand what you mean</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just speak, make sure to choose your words wisely,</div><div style="text-align: center;">They shape other's lives.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you say things, they listen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Listen to your thoughts</div><div style="text-align: center;">But don't think. No censorship because everything has purpose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ask God, be true to who your core responds to</div><div style="text-align: center;">In moments of anxiety and fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do what your gut tells you to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Be faithful by taking chances</div><div style="text-align: center;">She's always worth it,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everytime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being random is worth every line.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't write because you have to</div><div style="text-align: center;">Write to be free, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Write to be focused</div><div style="text-align: center;">Focus on the things you say.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Say them with dignity and determination</div><div style="text-align: center;">Say them with passion and purpose and prose</div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember being revolutionary has multiple meanings</div><div style="text-align: center;">So don't think, just write.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Choose your words carefully</div><div style="text-align: center;">As if they will be how you're remembered.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speak with dedication and desire</div><div style="text-align: center;">Empathy and inspiration</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love and understanding</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because we are all just poetry in motion, </div><div style="text-align: center;">A walking mass of words</div><div style="text-align: center;">Energy that's combustible </div><div style="text-align: center;">To set the world a blaze and leave trails </div><div style="text-align: center;">For others to see what all we really gave</div><div style="text-align: center;">To think about the words we say</div><div style="text-align: center;">So don't think, just be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who ever you are meant to be</div> The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-42502624943996088882011-12-24T04:35:00.000-05:002011-12-24T04:35:23.541-05:00Let Me Hold Your Hand<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0Che3zESOL6zNxFN51GyooTYvkaiR3b8sHzhk-83JVlkKJ80eg5vuss1QVrKjlVK9pdvptO87R6GdmGCHpOyF_1DPs_WaluIxBX-lvXLGcZd-AuS_so0QiFiaHYxws_ylXO9KXOjyK9g/s1600/imagesCAXCGK65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0Che3zESOL6zNxFN51GyooTYvkaiR3b8sHzhk-83JVlkKJ80eg5vuss1QVrKjlVK9pdvptO87R6GdmGCHpOyF_1DPs_WaluIxBX-lvXLGcZd-AuS_so0QiFiaHYxws_ylXO9KXOjyK9g/s1600/imagesCAXCGK65.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing... What took you so long? I have been on a hiatus to say the least, and while I haven't stopped writing, I have gotten out of my writing "groove" so to speak. So this is me getting my "groove" back. <br />
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This post was inspired by my training class at work, I recently shared some poetry with them and was explaining how I was asked to write a poem for a lady about the love she has for her significant other and how while I was intrigued by the idea, I had no idea on where to begin or how to convey her feelings for a man that I know nothing about. So, naturally I've been giving her the run-around about when the poem is going to be finished because one, I haven't begun and two its hard to write a poem when all I have to go off of is his blue eyes and her undying love. Basically, I'm trying to make sure the poem doesn't suck because I have a reputation to uphold, even if it is a small reputation. Anyway, as I began writing this piece on like Sunday or Monday of this past week, I thought about how a simple act of holding hands could mean so much, which brings me back to my training class. One of the ladies said something to the effect of we do a lot of things with people, but we don't hold hands with everyone. Which I would say is true. I can't begin to think of the last time I held someone's hand that wasn't my son or a family member or someone whom I really meant to hold their hand. In some ways holding hands is even more intimate than having intercourse with someone. <br />
There are so many different emotions that go along with holding hands from being scared and needing to feel safe and secure, to being made to feel wanted by your loved one. Which brings me back to the poem for this lady (I know I'm going the extreme seneic route but its been a while since I've been here) I want the poem to convey all of the feelings she wants me to convey through the act of holding hands. I just feel this would be an awesome love poem so with that said, I began writing this like Sunday or Monday and by no means is it finished and it didn't even come out the way I wanted it to. I can't decide if this is a poem or lyrics to a song (Re:Evolution anyone?) <br />
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So I will share what I have because I have been meaning to blog for the longest time, hope you all enjoy and leave some feedback and/or comment and thanks for reading, I really appreciate you.<br />
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<div align="center"><strong><em>It's been a while, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>since we had this time to talk,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>to think, to say,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>the things we really mean to say</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>It's been a while,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I remember the day infatuation</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>faded away</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>And we were left staring</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>At the truth of one another,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>and there was nothing left to say,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>but baby let me hold your hand</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Stand the test of time with you, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>together we can shine if you,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>just let me hold your hand</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>These questions that I ask of you, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>are merely a reflection of who you push me to be,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>hopefully I push you too,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>out of this plane, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>so that we finally learn</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>we can fly, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>But if we should fall</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I promise,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I'll be there to hold your hand, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>the entire way to the ground,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>I'll be grounded when you need me to be, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>a silly dreamer if you want that of me,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I'm not asking that you fall for me</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I'm simply asking that you</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>let me hold your hand,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>When life's disappointments are too much for me</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>or nothing goes how it's supposed to be</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>and when I'm not strong enough </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>to stand</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Baby won't you let me hold your hand</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I like how you're not impressed so easily</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>and the fresh perspective of life you see</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>But one thing I want you to understand,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>we weren't meant to be alone</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>so let me hold your hand.</em></strong></div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-41916916883032521872011-07-22T13:05:00.001-04:002018-05-18T13:33:40.481-04:00The Manifesto of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I declare that this manifesto is my profession of the act of love and how it influences my everyday life so those I interact with will have some idea of where my communication efforts come from and how it impacts my train of thought</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">1) <b>God is Love</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">2) <b>Love has no timetable nor time limit</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> There is not a set time love happens and/or ends. Love just is. Love is the moment when you care about another person's well being not just because of how it affects you but more importantly how you can help this person(s) to get better, to be better. Love does not care if you've known this person(s) since you were children or just met them yesterday or an hour ago. When love hits you, it is undeniable and inescapable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">3) <b>Love is not (just) a feeling</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> The love I'm speaking of here is not the physical "I love him or her because they do things for me or get things for me or give me things." This love is more than just a feeling. Its the sun rises and sunsets, summer thunderstorms. This love is a living metaphor. Loving like this makes you better, makes those around you better, makes life more peaceful and fulfilling. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">4) <b>Love is a language, a way of life</b>: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> We can choose to live a life of love. To begin, all we have to do is simply desire to live more lovingly. Once the desire is burning inside of us we must take action to begin the journey. The first step of this journey is to learn the love language. By this I mean learn to speak to everything in creation with love. When we do this what we will find is that we are doing more listening and less talking, more thinking and less impulsive acting. We will be more conscious of our word choices, which will make the things we say more meaningful. This does not mean that we only say things people want to hear. When we are living a life of love and speaking a love language, love is felt even when we're having differences with our loved ones and our enemies. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">5) <b>Love is the truth</b>: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Pure and unadulterated, love is the truth. The truth is never easy to find and never finite, as is the same with love, the commonality between the two is that when they are pure, we never question their absolute existence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">6) <b>Love is never easy</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Love is work. Love doesn't just happen, love is the culmination of efforts to gain an understanding and appreciation for someone. We work openly and wholeheartedly to learn those we are intrigued by and infatuated with, therefore, we are working towards loving that person. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">7) <b>Saying "I Love You" means something</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> With that said, we must learn the meaning of the phrase and how to accept the phrase. "I Love You" means more and less than we want it to mean. In a romantic scenario it means "<i>I'm committed to maintaining and building this foundation we've started called a relationship.</i>" It does not mean "<i>I will always agree with you or your thoughts, but I will respect them and honor their validity</i>." It does not mean that we will be together forever but we will be better for knowing one another. In life it means "<i>I care for your well being and I will do my best to be my best so that you can be your best and we can have a positive impact on our environment.</i>" It does not mean that we won't ever argue or disagree but when we do I won't berate or degrade you emotionally, physically or mentally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> We should strive to never love selfishly or for our own personal gains. Love should be our gift to the Universe for allowing us to be. Love should not be used to torment or degrade others. We never use love as a means to control another person, love should flow as freely through us as the air we breathe. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">9) <b>Love is (in) all things</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> If we look deep enough, we will find love. It is all around us in everything from (most of) the food we eat to (most of) the music we listen to. So take some time each day and feel the love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">10) <b>Love is faith</b>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Love never questions its authenticity, not saying that everyone loves us perfectly but we must know when a person is loving us to the best of their ability and when we're loving to the best of ours. If it doesn't feel like love it most likely isn't. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Love isn't blind it just doesn't perceive things the same way we perceive them. So just because you can't see how love is working doesn't mean it isn't working. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Love feeds off of itself so in order for us to love more fully and more effectively we must learn to love ourselves. This is no easy task with all of the negativity that surrounds us, but with work it can be accomplished.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">These are just some of the things that I try to remember in my daily life and I'm not saying they are set in stone or that I do each one perfectly, I just strive to do this everyday and I have days when I get there and days when I don't. The main thing though is that I attempt to be a better person each and every day and that to me is what makes the difference. Enjoy.</span></div>
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The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-62684312944230924372011-06-29T22:10:00.000-04:002011-06-29T22:10:08.696-04:00Love in the 4th PersonThis post came to me after looking at some old poems and some friends Facebook pages. (No I wasn't cyber stalking, this time lol) but it reminded me that when we love for selfish reasons, we can not accept selfless love. The poem that I'm going to post was written probably six years ago. Earlier today I wrote an apology on my FB page that said "I apologize for loving you selfishly, I thought it was selflessly, its funny how similar the two are." That was intended for a certain person but she doesn't believe it and I can't make her. Maybe I should have said it to her directly but I thought its better served for everyone to see because I can think of multiple times where I have loved selfishly under the guise of unconditional love. Hope you guys enjoy this piece as I've never read it for anyone or shared it with anyone. Oh and I also got some help from some co-workers of mine from my Hartford days. Anyway here goes;<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">She kissed me with the same betrayal as Judas did Christ<br />
Lacking serendipity to escape being deceived twice<br />
She penetrated my mind like the crown of thorns penetrated His head<br />
She pierced my side, feet and hands like the nails they used to <br />
Hold Him to the cross<br />
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She crucified me<br />
Said her heart was broken<br />
and living wasn't an option<br />
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I opted to stay up, not able to sleep<br />
Something she said plays on my mind <br />
Like a song on repeat<br />
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I didn't see the signs<br />
I knew she was heartbroken<br />
Still in love with the one she said kept her breathless<br />
He said she kept him breathless<br />
Touched his mind, body, spirit<br />
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They connected from the mind,<br />
To the body, and<br />
Soul mates they were<br />
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And here I was in the middle<br />
Three's a crowd, not company<br />
What's comforting is<br />
I want her to be happy<br />
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But not with him<br />
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She said she loved me unconditionally<br />
Except for the fact that we were raised differently<br />
I told her I was raised to see sunrises and sunshine<br />
But to know the rain was never too far behind<br />
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So I had a melancholy outlook on love<br />
She said she had the same outlook on life<br />
But we gelled together like a Thelonious Monk song <br />
Round Bout Midnight<br />
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So far off time<br />
But perfectly in time<br />
We were perfectly in line<br />
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The next moment in time that's imperfect</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-76469777798810547792011-05-26T11:10:00.000-04:002011-05-26T11:10:36.708-04:00Re: Evolution of LoveI'm back and even though I haven't posted in weeks it feels good to be back. I'm working on a new poetry project entitled <i>The Re:Evolution of Love</i>. Ever since I completed my first project <i>Morning Service</i> I wanted to do an album of love poems and songs. This is what the new project is going to be. But putting it together has been more eye opening than I thought. First I was just going to take some of the poems about love that I already had and make backing music to them but then I got the idea to make sections, three in total <i>Eros, Philia, and Agape</i>. Each set of poems within the section will describe the feeling of the particular type of love. As I was/am going through my archives I am finding things out about each type of love that I had not known. I'm also finding out things about me that I didn't know. To say the least this project is a struggle, from finding music that is moving to writing new material I'm finding it difficult to get it out, but I know its in there. So I began to look inside myself and my surroundings to see what the problem is.<br />
This journey where ever it leads me, I feel like on the other side I'm going to be a changed poet, a changed person and have a renewed spirit. <br />
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I'm beginning to no longer believe in the notion of love as it pertains to romantic relationships. I have no one to blame but myself for letting it get to this point. Its easy to fall into infatuation with some one, its hard to love them and almost impossible to have that unconditional type of love for a person. I fooled myself into thinking I had achieved this for a person but that was before the "end" of our time together. I thought not caring was the same as loving unconditionally but I was wrong. Not caring in itself is self-sabotage to truly loving when you break down the reasons for not caring.<br />
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For me it was "well if it doesn't bother her to treat me this way, it doesn't bother me to act apathetic towards her" but what I really was saying was "I'm upset that you aren't loving me the way I want to be or deserve to be loved." I know a lot of times when people think of <i>Eros</i> they immediately think of physical, sensual, erotic, sexual love. In my opinion it also is selfish love meaning we give our love selfishly. For instance, "I love you because you do this or that for me, and if you stop doing those things I won't love you anymore." Its like we have to have a reason to give love, make it beneficial for us.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong I'm not saying this is a good or bad ideal, I'm just saying that it is. So, how do we transcend to loving more selflessly? This to me is partially what the Re:Evolution of love is about. Showing the different types of love, the different phases of love and the transcendence we all have inside of us to love differently. For me, I want the listeners of this project to feel like," yeah I've been there," but to also feel that after listening they have the power inside them to love differently, more effectively and most of all more fully.<br />
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Hopefully it won't take me too long to complete this project but I will make sure that you get your monies worth and hopefully it will be something to talk about that changes the way we think about love, loving and being loved.<br />
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Peace, J<br />
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<div align="center"><em>There's something in your eyes</em></div><div align="center"><em>That makes me wanna know your mind</em></div><div align="center"><em>There's something in your mind</em></div><div align="center"><em>That makes me wanna know the time</em></div><div align="center"><em>And place best suited for this race to your heart</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>You know the one where</em></div><div align="center"><em>I'm wanting to win it over</em></div><div align="center"><em>You want to keep it from being broken</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I know at times love gets lost in translation</em></div><div align="center"><em>Though I'm not saying I'm in love with you</em></div><div align="center"><em>But your words flow like water</em></div><div align="center"><em>Out of my mouth</em></div><div align="center"><em>And into existence</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>See I believe in you faithfully</em></div><div align="center"><em>While technically we haven't met</em></div><div align="center"><em>You've indoctrinated me</em></div><div align="center"><em>So I'll attest to your teachings</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Just lie to me like you mean it</em></div><div align="center"><em>Tell me the truth like it will set me free</em></div><div align="center"><em>Let me belive, what I want to believe</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Like I believe in your beautiful spirit</em></div><div align="center"><em>Your kind soul</em></div><div align="center"><em>That, smile that puts my whole world on hold</em></div><div align="center"><em>And even though we've never met</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Our energies have crossed paths</em></div><div align="center"><em>And I'm a new being</em></div><div align="center"><em>But don't you dare ask me if I'm heaven-sent</em></div><div align="center"><em>And I won't ask if you're from there</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>You're too truthful to be human</em></div><div align="center"><em>Too humanly beautiful to be angelic</em></div><div align="center"><em>It must be the God in you</em></div><div align="center"><em>Because you know my heart so well</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>And although I've never physically been in your presence</em></div><div align="center"><em>Whenever I'm mentally in your presence</em></div><div align="center"><em>I feel connected</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>And the highlight of my day is when I </em></div><div align="center"><em>Step into my train of thought</em></div><div align="center"><em>And you just so happen to be there</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>One day I'll gather the courage to ask your name</em></div><div align="center"><em>And we can have this conversation in person</em></div><div align="center"><em>That sounds so good, </em></div><div align="center"><em>In theory</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-31413820902703914512011-03-19T13:02:00.001-04:002011-03-19T13:02:42.050-04:00jtruth<object height="225" width="100%">
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The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-59058334232629880522011-03-16T01:09:00.000-04:002011-03-16T01:09:31.816-04:00Chain Letters and the LikeI know it has been quite a while since I've posted but I haven't had constant access to a computer and internet in said time. With that said, this latest poem was/is inspired by a chaing bbm (black berry messenger) that I received tonight. I won't put the message here but let's just say that my poem will explain almost every type of chain letter/email/text. So without further ado, here goes nothing.<br />
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<div align="center">I don't see how raising minimum wage in 2008 is going to help me</div><div align="center">I mean inflation helps keep me knee deep in debt</div><div align="center">So no matter how high minimum wage gets</div><div align="center">I still can't afford that Phantom I seen on Trade and Tryon street</div><div align="center">Much less alleiviate the stress I feel when creditors keep calling me trying to collect</div><div align="center">They ain't getting no money</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I ain't trying to get rich quick</div><div align="center">I'm trying to get shit done in life</div><div align="center">I'm trying to get shit done right now!</div><div align="center">Time is money and I don't have much of either</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Just a mouth full of ether</div><div align="center">Lungs filled with S.A.R.S.</div><div align="center">And blood that is lethal</div><div align="center">To put it plainly, I'm sick</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Not sick like Wolly Vinyl on the mic or </div><div align="center">Not sick like CP Maze with metaphors</div><div align="center">Sick like you get when you hear another child's body has been found</div><div align="center">In a back alley way beaten and raped by a two-time</div><div align="center">Convicted child molester</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Or sick like you get when you played the lotto all week</div><div align="center">Just to see the fifty bucks you spent on tickets</div><div align="center">Go to somebody in Iowa, who just hit the jackpot for $450 million</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Now all you can think about is how you can get away with robbing and armored truck</div><div align="center">Because you just realized your college degree provides you just enough</div><div align="center">Opportunity to be over-qualified for flipping fries</div><div align="center">But not enough experience to get that $45,000 a year job that you were</div><div align="center">Promised when you entered college</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">As you try and survive your BS nine to five</div><div align="center">You also realize that your dreams come true</div><div align="center">Through the passion you place and the faith you have in them</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Not some dumb chain email that sells</div><div align="center">"You've been visited by the wish fairy"</div><div align="center">Send this to twenty people in thirty seconds</div><div align="center">And the one you secretly love will suddenly realize </div><div align="center">They love you, when you've really been held back by </div><div align="center">This restraining order</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Or the, "send this to 500 of your closest friends</div><div align="center">And something amazing will happen to you</div><div align="center">Twenty minutes after the 500th person finishes the last sentence</div><div align="center">And passes it back to you</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Or the, "number one through Z, in the first three</div><div align="center">Pick your favorite colors and closest friends</div><div align="center">Then pick your favorite month, followed by your favorite seasons</div><div align="center">And make a wish</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Then send this to eight people you don't know</div><div align="center">Wait three days at whatever time you opened this email</div><div align="center">AND SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN"</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Or my favorite, if you delete this email </div><div align="center">It means that YOU hate God </div><div align="center">And He'll never forgive you for kicking Him out of your inbox.</div><div align="center">Which makes sense because I know for a fact that </div><div align="center">God checks His reply messages daily</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So the next time you receive a message that says, </div><div align="center">"THIS REALLY WORKS"</div><div align="center">Do me a favor</div><div align="center">Slap the shit out of your co-worker</div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920058493774403163.post-29199321121561051402011-02-14T18:55:00.013-05:002011-02-14T19:16:20.078-05:00A Valentine's Day Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSe7qCGrmYFTFhVKjqolnXRrpewibSV3KiDmD8fghITidGdAtqIvJ4fd70P" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSe7qCGrmYFTFhVKjqolnXRrpewibSV3KiDmD8fghITidGdAtqIvJ4fd70P" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>I have to admit, I'm a sucker for pretty eyes and a pretty smile</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But I'm a mess for a beautiful spirit</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The total package and your sometimes wild side</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Enhances the attraction</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Yeah, I like my ladies a little feisty.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Crazy even.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm talking leaving bricks through windows</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Because I was on the phone with my momma too long</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm talking sleeping with one eye open</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Because she jokingly said</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>She would cut ya balls off pa'tna, and</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>You know she doesn't play</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I need to know you love me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Write me a "love letter" out of newspaper clippings</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That make me feel on top of the world, but also</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Watch my back because </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I don't know which hedge you will jump from behind</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Girl you are fine, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The type of fine that makes heroine</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sound like a really good idea,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The kind of fine that makes you </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Steal another poet's lines... Twice</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Make me a believer, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A believer that my health would be in serious jeopardy</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I even thought about opening the door</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>For an old lady to pass through,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A believer that I best not pretend to ask the waitress</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>For another glass of water</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Or find myself missing</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And I know you cursed out my sister</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Because you thought she was trying to get in my car</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>When I was just giving her a ride home.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But that's the type of love you give me</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That real love,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That something I can feel love</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Even if it is a knife to the arm</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Or a frying pan to the back.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So baby don't worry, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I got your back</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And that little three to five year bid</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>For "keeping it real" won't break us</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Because I'm pretty sure </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That no matter where I go</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>You'd find me...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And that kind of scares me</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So I'll be there every visitation Saturday</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Flowers in one hand, a shank in the other</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Cause I wish a mother fucker would</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Try to break up this good thing we have</em></div>The Revolutionary J. Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561059405397595889noreply@blogger.com3