ms. truth

truth is smoooove chillin'...
she's sitting,
patiently
confidently
backbone aligned with the sky
eyes crystal clear
with a deliberate stare...
she sees them...
the manipulations
excuses,
omissions
and side dissin'
all trying to mask as her
but can't bask in her...
just ask her.
she's naked
free of cover
no shame in her name
confrontational at times
at times,
simply part of the art's frame...
there isn't anything she fears
nothing
she couldn't face
it's
all UP in her DNA
to be the realest one in the place
don't make her up
talk her up
she needs no co-signers
no crafty one-liners...
when everyone
and everything
melts away
flakes off like gold fill
ms. truth struts in
wearing Karma's heels...
she doesn't boast
or begin to trip,
she doesn't get emotional
or skittish...
she sits down,
crosses her legs
and speaks...
and when she does
the drama begins to cease...
the wake calms
and becomes placidly still
while ms. truth
bends the room to her will
and as they absorb
the consciousness
and perfection
she stands for
ms. truth...
badder than a beautiful lie
the idea of it
"what had happened"
or imitation of life...
you may want to get to know her
and everything that AIN'T her
just respect her gangsta...

fall in love with me

fall in love with me

my whole self

not fragments

broken into the

most palatable...

eat me up!

love the crumb of me

the sum of me

the hum

beneath the surface of me

fall IN love with me

my sensitivity

my desire for

your exclusivity

the divine

and incomparable

God in me

fall in love...deeply

with ME

the attitude

that i sometimes can't adjust

the once in a full moon

over the top lust

the more than usual need to bust...~whew~

my need to be right

even when i'm wrong

the moments

when i just need

to be left alone

love ALL of me

fall in LOVE with me

don't recoil from what i can teach

don't flinch at how deep i can reach

don't ice down your heat for me

your fear to be seen

being crazy in love with me...

fall in love, baby

the way i would with you

in love with your truth

not the scripted

and prompted you

i love the you

that's meant for

God, you and your Ruth...

fall in love with me

the one whose love encompasses

vows written

and love unspoken

that touches on notions

and dormant dreams awoken

the one who with pride

your chest puffs than rises

as your "single' knot unties

fall in love

not stumble

or trip

for it's a misconception

that those falling in love

hit pavement with a split

it's a voluntary

RECLINE

back into the arms

of a true love's hold

not some plunge to death

not a nude dive into cold...

fall in love with me...

and i promise...to catch you

the day...the truth

the bright of day

nudged

through morning's darkest hour

forcing my lids to part...

blink and focus

bringing the shadows into form,

lit and clear...

once again

i am awake...

too early to rise

too late to fall back to sleep
too in the know

to ever be blind and dumb again

the vision seen

cannot be unseen

forgotten

or spun into gold

...instead,

it is molded

and ornately designed

to be worn as a reminder

...a bauble of testimony

to the day's newness

to the sun's brilliance in truth

to the unveiling of wakefulness

and it's stark forcefulness

through the night's cradling

i felt cozy...

snug against the

night's quilted comfort

an assent

to yawns of indifference

dreams of escapism

the warmth of my bed

made

and then rustled

fraught with thoughts

of fought intuition

...sought answers

come to fruition

yet,

just like a frail child

preferring pretend

to the present...

when the answers

shine through the twinkling of

an evening's notion,

i beg for shade

for sheets to cover

to block truth's rays

praying for more time

just TEN more minutes

to snooze

resenting the day's

encroaching influence

of the illuminated reality,

and it's gleaming immovability...

i want to roll over

go back to sleep,

pretend this light

is a lucid dream of distortion

and be ignorant to the day

for once...

i want to "sleep in"

...and not deal with what

ALWAYS seems to be

a disruption in my rest

the truth of what it is

instead of what i thought...

what i hoped...

what i needed it to be

...that dozing

half-sleep

sweet unconsciousness

that comes before morning...

BEFORE the truth...rises with the sun

...before i'm rudely awakened

ripped from my sleep

by the bright of the day