Once again there is heart-filled poetry that captures the imagination. Poetic Evolution, the sequel to My Pain, My Passion My Poetry,
gives you refreshingly inspirational literature. This book masterfully
captures the perpetual growth of a poet and his ever-changing view on
life. Using his talents and wordsmith capabilities, LaVar J. Henry
reminds you of the arts in the form of poetry, painting you remarkable
pictures in words. Poetic Evolution inspires you to read and to once
again find love in poetry.
"Poetic Evolution" is the 2nd book in a series entitled “From Worldly to Righteous”.
$ 14 95
ISBN 9780981691404
Paperback; 5.5" X 8.5"
168 pages
The book “My Pain, My Passion, My Poetry” written by LaVar J. Henry is a must read. Filled with substance and diversity, this book’s poetic stories will leave you craving more. Experience the refreshing power of poetry written with raw emotion and feeling. Witness the passion and the pain of this collection of poems.
"My Pain, My Passion, My Poetry" is the 1st book in a series entitled “From Worldly to Righteous”.
The Poet
This is the name of the series:
From Worldly to Righteous
Titles in
“From Worldly to Righteous”:
My Pain, My Passion, My Poetry
1st book in series
Now Available
Poetic Evolution
2nd book in series
Available in the summer of 2009
Poetic Gospel
3rd book in series
Not Available- TBA
Testimony: The Poet’s Pain to
Paradise
4th book in series
Not Available- TBA
Legacy of Life
By LaVar J. Henry
Personally,
My life does not reside in a box
My world is real
My dramas are spun in the webs of reality
And a jester, named Love, has cut me and healed my scars
As a poet,
I am bound to the cavities of my heart
Strapped to my pen is my soul
And in the wind I write the words:
From Worldly to Righteous
In my poems, you will find truths
Un-doctored and un-sugar-coated experiences and views
For this is my life:
Every blemish and every hurt
Every kiss and every curse
But I give my testimony
For it is a tribute to God
I bear scars of imperfections
My poems are my opinions
You can believe my words are my feelings
But I minster to my own shadow
And I scream to a shaded rock
I try not to offend the masses,
Not everyone can stomach my past
But I write, though I know, there is a brick in your hand
