Clutching Bricks: Poetry Without Apologies
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clutching bricks "ask me no questions i'll tell you no lies" the truth hits like a brick and if you don't duck i won't apologize because i've been hit in the face a time or two funny what the truth can do it only hurts when one is unafraid to face it a knuckle full of lies can give the facts a permanent face lift... which leads me to a question, one which always had a different answer... someone asked me recently: "what do you want to be... when people ask you what it is you do, what will you tell them?" i had to think about that and even then, i'm sure i ran circles around the question because who i am probably is nothing close to who you think i should be... i've had jobs, yes, i've even learned a trade or two, but if i'm being honest with myself, looking back i just needed something to do; for the sake of doing gave my all to something to keep the money steady but that same person quickly reminded me that it doesn't take money to make you somebody... long as a dream is real to me i have not the time or patience to give life to the fallacy of whacked out realities i've quit on many things but this ink has never left it always stayed just where i needed it making paper the bed for the restlessness of my thoughts i've written for so long that it just came naturally there is a message within the words crafted just for me i know now that it is time to take myself seriously... what i do is not merely recreation but a vocation as i know i've been called to touch my generation just how i will get there i don't really know but there is a reason that this pen won't let me go the words keep calling sometimes waking me from sleep i've been called to preach through journal entries to pages full of lines that await my daily testimony this ain't a game... see, i've lived through pain, pleasure, and sacrifice... risen to another level in a journey to find self; i've looked at myself through reflections of my mirrored soul and i have finally gained the courage to view the world from my eyes up and i see something... deep within all that is profound, it's no longer about who i want to be but more about who i am... i'm a writer, damnit! and my words are blocks, making my pen concrete in a mind still under construction phases one and two are complete; i'm just an architect building foundations through words... "ask me no questions i'll tell you no lies" the truth hits like a brick and if you don't see me coming i won't apologize! Leaving A Mark You swear that you know me...but you don't...not yet... I exist within the aura of my own cosmos having been created to bring harmony to the chaotic nature of dissension dismissing negativity with the positive proliferation of change... You swear that you know me...but you don't...not yet... Because you, nor I, knows the path to my destiny only God knows that, and He is teaching me daily how to seek the truth in thee, washing my spirit clean and giving me all that I will ever need... You swear that you know me...but you don't...not yet... Nothing in my life has been handed to me it seems that I always must prove myself not purely for the justification of others but to determine the measure of me... You swear that you know me...but you don't...not yet... I still wear the sutures of reality I have become a man a sculptor of dreams the greatest of my work yet to be seen... You swear that you know me...but you don't...not yet... For my story is still being written someday to appear next to the greats within the pages of those hardcover texts of history... Where words will only tell a portion of my legacy... Wordplay I have chaperoned prepositions so that they may be able to court nouns and date phrases... I have stroked the hand of syllables while accompanying consonants across virgin pages... I have gotten comparative and superlative with adverbs... I have used predicates to build the self-esteem of sentences... I have interjected on behalf of expressive emotions allowing for the exclamation of grammatical pauses... I have ushered conjunctions so that they may be able to connect with clauses... I have gazed into the eyes of adjectives, losing my way on the path to pronouns... I have opened the door for metaphors, allowing them to attract themselves to the elicit contrasts of similes... I have caressed the curves of verbs allowing them to dim the lights, and color the nights of essential actions, leading to the intonation of inflection... I have aroused words, so as to provide mental stimulation in preparation for verbal and written intercourse, so that we may all possess the innate ability to communicate... If only now I could find a quiet place for my pen and paper to be cohabitant, maybe, just maybe we could satisfy ourselves through the art of...WORDPLAY.... Pocket Wisdom Understanding is a lifeguard in the pool of knowledge, yet, many die trying to save their own ignorance...
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Passion, as I have come to know it, is necessary to reach the pinnacle of true happiness. Without it, we would remain incomplete. After a long period of self-assessment, I was able see that life itself is fragile enough without us doing our best to damage it. Priority is precedence for direction, just as reflection is another chance at redemption. It is funny how a mirror can give birth to perspective. My own words opened the window that would come to allow me to appreciate the frailties of what God has given me, teaching me an ultimate lesson. Is it possible to fully comprehend what is seen? Not all the time, especially when looking through natural eyes. Often, we let our emotions block the clarity of what we see. As these words become real to you, may you find not only the strength to believe, but the conviction to make a difference! In this volume of poetry, there is much to ponder as I am reminded of just why I am here…and now, my purpose could not be more evident! Within the walls of this creative space I am clutching bricks that break down the very conventions of what I thought I knew, using these poetic pieces as cement and ink as the mortar hoping to leave an imprint on the mind so concrete that it will stand time’s test in the future of our generations to come. May this volume of poetry breathe fresh air into your life and help you shape your own vision as you begin to leave your mark on those around you. In these times, we can ill afford to be HISTORY, we must make HISTORY!
About the Author
Tre LaVin was born in Fort Worth, Texas and raised in Aurora, Colorado. He is a U.S. Army and Operation Iraqi Freedom Veteran. He is a pastor, husband, father, brother, uncle, and son who is proud to be doing the Lord’s work out in the field. He is also the author of his autobiography, Thank God At Rock Bottom, Jesus Was The Rock That I Hit! He lives in Humble, Texas.