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...