Alan came into the office with a stack of papers and a story. Apparently one day a man--Derrick P. Clark--panhandled him for a dictionary and a thesaurus. Alan got him what he needed. Later, through a friend of a friend of a friend, Alan got a stack of poems from this man.
I want to share these words off the street (and from the heart) with you...
The World So Cold
By Derrick P. Clark
Waiting victory to come
So I stop fighting from within,
Where my joy coming from,
When all my thoughts are fueled by sin.
Here's a cry from God's child,
Looking back at his life style,
Realizing how self-will can kill,
When spiritual principals are not fulfilled.
The world is so cold, when I don't feed the soul.
It's so hard being society's puppet,
These vacant eyes tell many stories of war,
About a full time dreamer with empty pockets,
Abandoning hope and turning from Heaven doors.
Dumbfounded because it happen,
Pondering, wonder how to sell another tale.
Mad, sad, and despair with the same sin,
Looking at all four walls of a personal hell.
The world is so cold, when I don't feed the soul.
With a heart of ethical seeds,
And a focus mind, lucid from misery,
Watching for disasterous weeds,
So my life can show God's glory.
WHY?
Because, the world is so cold, when I don't feed the soul.
Holding Ground
Derrick P. Clark
I got to hold my ground,
until the last round.
You hit me in my glass jaw
With a kangaroo's, paw wow,
as I lied on the mat,
I heard the crowd's chats,
Laughing and mocking me'
even though the count never reached three.
I stood with buckled knees,
while you hurt me senselessly.
I got to hold my ground,
until the last round.
My inner strength is like molasses syrup
rich, thick and coffee strong black.
My mind iled like a ready Mac 10--always loaded up.
you pinned me against the ropes,
I felt like a fly trapped in a spider web,
with your abusive worlds--weaken my hope.
You told me of all my mistakes,
while rearranging my face.
I got to hold my ground,
until the last round.
You sealed my eyes glue stuck shut.
I still stood up.
In my loneliness, I secretly died,
when I heard, my mame cried.
Thinking of all your whipping, I've taken
In my mind, I gave you one last look,
and balled my fist in desperation, throwing a right hook
waiting--for you to beat me again,
and then heard--the number ten.
I held my grounds,
and you went down!
The Final Touch
Derrick P. Clark
Let me give you something richer than the richest oil.
Something deeply touched by the body, mind and soul.
I want to be the only one to hear your passion calls,
Leaving my imagine in your pretty brown eyes.
Your thoughts of me will be grander than the seven seas,
As you think of the sharing and caring you found in me.
These words are the only touch.
You will enjoy my warmth; I'll keep making love an art.
Never again will you have to settle for a dark heart.
No fighting for silly rights: pulling us in confusion nights.
Girl! I'm going to do what it takes to keep you smiling in God's light,
And give the best of teh best, a heart rebirth,
And love you with the words God's left on Earth.
THESE WORDS ARE THE FINAL TOUCH!!!!!!!!!
