Stereo-what?!

The Valleys of my imagination lead to a destination where stereotypes are nothing more than the makes and brands of musical and audio devices. But society will tell you that due to my background and lack of eloquence in my speech, I am involved in vices...drugs, partying and stolen devices. This is not me, my stream of pure thought create a waterfall of emotion...hashtag no tears! 

Given my age it is assumed I'm a technological fiend with a passion for only the latest releases however....I will not exchange my liberty for the sake of material gains, clothes with names and speech without thought, I am worth more than a look and judgement. 

Yes I'm a 25 year old father of two from Clapton hackney, east London, I've been involved in gangs and violence in my teenage years but like every living being on earth, I have evolved....from an ape to a homo sapien, a child to teen but most importantly a teen to an educated gentleman...stereotype are nothing more than meaningless words of the ignorant. Judgement based on someone else's opinion who knows nothing more about you than your appearance...stereotypes carry no substance yet I...I am more than a stereotype, I am me. 

I say "Sola Virtus Invicta" to the closed minded and ignorant, your strength of character far outweighs any words formed against you.  

Dom Clarke. 

Struggle to Express...

(The following poem is about an 'idea' of a feeling, not about a person). 

Allow me to massage the loins of your mind

Let me exfoliate the surface of your being with the cleansing words of my true feelings

Grant me your permission to exploit your greatness
The pressure of my love for you is considerably weightless

My mind does overtime thinking about you
I become immersed with envy when I see guys winking at you

Everyday The depth of my love sinks deeper within
You are mine and only I can comprehend the fulfilling numbness of the feelings I possess

So re-read what I just wrote...finally got my feelings off my chest

Be in Touch

Sadhguru once said "we live in a world where social forms of insanity are accepted." I agreed. I suffer from cancer of the thoughts, a contorted imagination and a consortium of somewhat odd...emotions. When people try to justify the existence of actions resulting in ill feeling of others....they themselves have insecurities regarding their own personal battles with life...

Inner You...

Strolling through Richmond park; Holding hands with my thoughts  Conversing about the changes that created the strangest of actions resulting in impact that was somewhat irreversible..  We established that u should never lose sight of the inner you U gotta have the same mentality that winners do To never give up and always inspire the inner 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

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

My Minds' Speaking

Here are some key quotes I came up with while having a coversation with the inner me;

Honesty; As a defense mechanism I refuse to be 100% honest with someone if I can't be totally honest with myself...no one can. It creates vunerabilities and allows someone to know you more than you know you.

Temptation; Temptation is self-denial...knowing you want something but stopping yourself from seeking it because of some reason YOU think makes sense...again; another defense mechanism.

Writing; I'm no longer holding back from stepping into foreign grounds; it will give me more to write about and if it hurts me, it will give me even more to write about.

Women; I'm willing to think like a lady in order to establish if I have the qualities a woman wants.