Nov. 10, 2010

Scarred Walls (and more)

by David Troupe (author's profile)


Nov. 5, 10

I'm sending the only picture I have at hand. It's a bad one, and I no longer have hair nor much facial hair. I shaved it off.

My name is David Troupe. I'm half Mexican, 1/4 Dutch, 1/4 French, 5'3", 140 lbs, tattoos and physically fit.

I was born in Panama (Military Brat), but raised in Tacoma, Washington, since I was a year old.

Most of my life I've been a pain in the butt, which caught me a prison term. I'm in for robberies and weapons.

When I was free I enjoyed camping, skiing, swimming, climbing rock faces, partying like a wannabe rock-star :), and just enjoying life.

I do draw from time to time and write poetry when struck by inspiration (see enclosed poem) and (enclosed drawing).

I'm a cougar lover (yes I do mean the female human variety), but also enjoy any women with a personable disposition.

I'm big on reading and love books & magazines. Not big on newspapers. Had a bad experience with white clothing.

I'll go ahead and end this for now. I'll write again soon. If you want, drop me a line via my blog or my physical address.


David Troupe #765714
1313 N. 13th Ave.
Walla Walla, WA 99362

Scarred Walls

If these walls could speak they'd tell stories
of young and old, some tales heart warming,
others bone chilling cold.

Frail innocence preyed upon by vultures,
Concrete courage unshapable by sculpters.
Warriors battling within obscurity,
Oppressers clouding divine creativity.
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Entrepreneurs,
Victims of circumstances raised in sewers.
Angels forced into maturity,
Unyielding fear striping sensitivity.
Ugliness runs beyond skin deep,
Beauty reaches above hights peak.

If these walls could speak .......

Emotional apathy rules the norm,
Very few maintain original form.
Corrupting winds blow slaves whichever way,
Rooted solid within fighting each day.
Memories and dreams embroidered upon,
Voices crying empty filled songs.
Nurtured with love one may shine,
Robbed of understanding ponders new crime.
All in all we are who we are,
Massive characters seared with scars.

David Troupe (signed)


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araneae Posted 13 years, 7 months ago. ✓ Mailed 13 years, 6 months ago   Favorite
You have the most awesome handwriting I have ever seen.

Liza Posted 12 years, 5 months ago. ✓ Mailed 12 years, 5 months ago   Favorite
That was beautiful! I loved the poem! It was deep and a little haunting, with just the right amount of sadness. Seriously, that was really good... make sure you save that one for sure, we can compile a book when you get out. :)

XOXO, Sissy

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