Lost...Somewhere

My mind is simple yet complicated, totally intoxicated with what seems to be a concoction of cognitive processes commonly known as thinking

Thinking about thinking about feelings relating to existing in this place I’m residing in: A place where only I can control my mental state without the risk of influence or interjection, its killing me.

My thoughts are controlled by my emotions

Thoughts and perspectives diluted by the element of life, the process of living and the realisation that the world is not concerned

I’m out here alone accompanied by myself...I converse with my conscience; we’re reasoning and toying with the idea of doing this unaided in order to avoid any foreign bodies that may take away or get rid of the originality of my pure judgment; I’m trying to figure this one out by myself without assistance.  A plan is made...made in the hope that one day my observation, principles and emotions will be at one

Events in my life have cause this enigma...I don’t know how to deal with these new experiences.

All I ask is that you understand my ignorance as, in this case as I understand yours

Although you may appreciate the basis of my feelings; the concept of my pain is understandably foreign to you.

Thoughts to Paper

My urge to write far exceeds my want to fight the feelings I contain within me.

These indescribable emotions frustrate me beyond no end but admittedly give me more to write about.

The thing is; writing gives me the opportunity to express my thoughts, feelings and views in the most raw form.

My aim is to create a piece designed to enable you to understand my understanding

But there isn’t enough words in the world that allow one to completely comprehend the contents of one’s being

So in deep thought I lay in darkness; allowing nothing other than words to disturb me

Ink flowing from my heart through my veins via a biro bleeding on a blank canvas with lines on it

As this canvas becomes immersed with emotion in the common form of blue pigment, my eyes brighten up; the sudden recognition of what being a poet consists of excites me

My poems explain me; so read on....

Writing/Reading

I awoke; not knowing the contents of my soul

So I flicked through the glossary of my imagination and decided that I'll read the first chapter of writing and reading my own poetry

Chapter by chapter I thought of and dismissed many ideas until I decided that I'll be happy; what I wanted was to be happy

So, as the story continued I was continuously interrupted by my thoughts; thoughts relating to happiness.
I put a bookmark in the book that I was writing that i was reading and allowed myself to think

Heres the joke; I thought I knew what would bring me happiness but then I realised that writing this book that I was reading was actually my personalised manual to happiness.....and I wrote it

My poetry was indeed my happiness

I vowed to entrust in my words and with that, happiness would soon come

So I came to the conclusion that I'd write, read and edit my "Book of Happiness" in order to suit me

It's essential that we all write, read, write and read the "Book of Happiness".

Discover what makes you happy and be happy with your discovery

By the way- the "Book of Happiness" isn't actually a book...its errr...its actually about the message in the poem....Create your own happiness

Hi I'm Dom

I cannot change the person I am to suit everyone...yet people believe my person is interchangeable;

Accept me for the person you first met;
The person that greeted you with "Hi, how you doing?", accompanied with a firm handshake and a smile
Instead of a "Whats good?" and the 'Im-so-gangsta-I-can't-even-smile-face'

I'm the slim, not skinny (actually quite athletic) built black man
Skin filled with ink; the same black man that wishes you all the best upon his exit

I am not the person you want me to be
I am not the person society tells you I am
I am not the person that will prove the stereotypes truthful
But the person that will prove my worth and purpose

I am worth more than what stands before you; my purpose is to make an impact and I will make a fool out of the doubters

Opulence

I'm imprisoned within the walls of my own mind;
My mind encapsulated in wonder...wonder of what will become
Thinking outside the box leaves me sitting underneath it struggling to master a formula leading to happiness

Happiness being the element of life that I long for
Happiness being the way of life that I long for

They say we cannot predict the future;
But I refuse to let that statement stop me from creating a legacy to remember

But let's not be fooled...happiness is not the non-existence of sadness or negativity...but the methods in which we overcome

Appointment With Life

I visited my Cognitive Dentist this morning;
He asked me "What's the problem?"
I replied "I've been kicked in the teeth.....by LIFE."

So I explained....

I hopped on the train of existence and lost my Grandad and job on the way
Grieving & broke; I lost my independance
My confidence was shattered
Life was getting it's vengeance....for the 'life crimes' I had committed...

Like lying to my mum about why I was late from school
Or smoking to impress friends coz I thought it was cool
Or even the times when I doubted myself...
Told myself to FIX UP
If I didnt believe in me, who would? Certainly not you.

Anyway, by the time I reached the station of Realisation
It was brought to my attention, that this life journey has made me who I am
So remember; SELF-BELIEF, DIRECTION and OPTIMISM are the Veneers of Life
While distrust, misgiving and the absence of LOVE are the cavitities.

Make your journey worth travelling for....
Oh yeah and top up your Oyster Cards, £20 fines aint cool!!!

My Mind's Vacation

I may stand in front of you and be totally absent
They say the brain controls our being; so while my mind wonders into the abyss of...
I don't know
My body remains where I stand
Without my mind; I am merely a 5ft 9, 11 and half stone, tattoo covered, brown skin object

We're engaged in a conversation but all I could think about is this foreign city called HOPE
Where my mind comfortably sunbaths under the rays of PROSPERITY, sipping on cocktail with the sweet taste of FAITH...FAITH in me and my ability to expand my mental capacity and experience life for what it is;

I don't mean to be rude.

Turning a dream into reality becomes our biggest priority
Our conversation is still important to me but I am no longer here

My body remains but my thoughts are inattentive
I am here but I'm not...

I'm Me...

Do not accept me for what I am; accept me for who I am
Actually;
Thats an unfair request since I do not know the man I've become
Since the battle between my conscience and imagination is won...
But by who?

You see...

My conscience answers questions relating to subjects that will implicate my future
While my imagination answers questions relating to doubt and self belief
So which one do I focus on?

Who I am is me; its that simple

Until I understand the way in which my mind works; I cannot demand that you as my peers understand the pains and struggles which I battle each day;
Inside my mind while trying unwind the tangled thoughts my life has created
And inside I'm berated, in fact I'm infuriated that I cannot understand the person I've become

So how could I possibly expect you to?

I am me; just accept me for who I am