Social Shackles with Dashun Cathcart (@justicethepoet)

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE televised....
However the evolution of our society will continue to be chastised for remaining stagnant...
While minute fragments of the “Dream”, the vision and the Talented Tenth still exist, our minds continue to remain absent.

Absent from the truth of the lies
Of dreams not quite deferred but dreams revised
Because in today's world there is no Black pride.
Only selfish egos that will do anything to get televised.
So they tell lies
And distort our culture's vision. Bringing nightmare to the dreams that Dr. King had once envisioned
And what's missing is the knowledge
Of what makes our people strong
So they just say YOLO, work for solo
And lead the children wrong.

To the point where their minds are gone
Misled by the mystique while being spoonfed the utter critiques of the media.
Living in illusion and shrouded in confusion
because of their blind assumptions that everything that they see on TV is reality
While they fail to see past the mist into the fallacies of those trying to deteriorate their mind while the blind continues to lead the blind

Not blind in the sense of sight, but blind morally from what's right
Blind to the knowledge...that life is deeper than Concords

But they turn blind eyes to anything
That isn't wrapped in a rap verse
And remain blind to the realization
That rap makes these facts worse
So these blind cannot see the revolution

But CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Please...
Let's find a resolution

1st round

She rests beside me and
The feelings of "we" reprise me as her
Head is fixed on my pillow
She wistfully lies there with a seductive look in her eyes that creates a message yearning for me
Her want is my own and although she knows of my intent, my manhood begins its ascent while I long for her body
The tensions augment

So..My lips feel for hers, soft, mellow and meek as it soothes the fibers of my soul.
Through the depths of the night
Caressing her face I find delight
As our kisses interwine, and dance in accord to our hearts rhythm as our
Tongues muscle in and reap their reward My hands are in awe as they move in to tease, in order to please.. and as if it was in an instant, time begins to freeze because it is all about us...
I promptly withdraw and she reaches in quickly while she passionately kisses me
slowly I remove her clothes expeditiously and she mirrors the efforts diligently as her flesh I expose
my tongue starts to slow dance, leaving her entranced as I navigate across her beautiful skin as the inception of lust flows out from within
Traveling further down her body in a stream of lust, Feeling her pulse while
My mouth does its part as I watch her moan and convulse and I taste and begin the buffet of the furtile land of her oasis
She whispers to me and beckons me inside of her so I prepare by
discarding my previous task as our gazes collide
She gives me permission to enter, so I abide.
I open the door and although we’re just beginning, I’m yearning for more as I am
Sweetly surrounded by her unfolding delight of rhythmic motion
Cautiously thrusting and our sensations ignite her audible moans that drowns out the music.

She turns over and arches her back as I give that ass a rough but subtle smack just enough to make her whimper
While pull her hair and going faster as she grinds her teeth while calling out my name in harmonic symphony
I know not to quit although my leg is cramping up
But she clings to me tightly and my
Defenses submit, her thighs lock, as she begins heavily breathing and digging her nails in my back, as every moment is encased in this moment of time and space
The room begins to fog up rotate and we enter into a new world..My passions explode and the sensation surrenders
As I erupt, and she does the same as she continues to scratch me up, and in that position we remain
The end to this story is euphoric and as the caviat of pulsation ceases I
lose my strength as I rest on her chest as we cherish that sexual whirlwind
.... as we wait for round 2 to commence.

Doing Just Fine

Doing just fine

It's crazy how time really does heal the deepest of wounds..
What once was the biggest factor of our emotional attachment is now used to soothe and cope from the fact that I ended up losing you.

There was a time when we were inseparable, you was the ying to my yang, the treble to my bass, the copy to my paste, the cup to my tea, the left side to my siamese ....and now we barely even speak

What once was a bright future became suddenly bleak all because two minutes of anger that led to two years of silence.
Thoughts of what if have intersected the inner fibers of my cerebellum maybe a thousand times but this time....I've realized I'm doing just fine.

You were once mine, allowing me to demystify the troubles of life, thoughts began to muster at an early age of you being my wife because I knew or at least thought i knew that you were the one. You was the checks to my parabolic balances, urging me to follow any challenge that crossed my path...little did I know that you yourself would be a challenge

I had thought that without you my life would be incomplete like a 10,000 part puzzle missing the 9,999th piece...it messed me up so mentally.... that without you there would be tears everytime the mere utterance of your name or the "how is she" questions from outsiders began to speak...but now I have come to peace with the fact that you never really loved me....in fact you never really knew what love was...

The way we ended our journey had much to be desired...due to the fact that closure was never established and
Now I'm left wondering if I ever crossed your mind, if as you go through your everyday life you realize that maybe this was a mistake or that I am missed, take from the fact that the person you are with was the same person that you left to start our journey....and the same person used to finish it...

Today, those thoughts are now a figment of my imagination, what once was a vivid dream has lost its pigment and symbolization as I have understood that you....never had my best intention in mind.

Real eyes have realized those real lies that you have told me...so with all the tears, the good times, the bad, the kisses, hugs and even the sex, has all been forgotten as the lasting image of you is leaving me....for an ex... and doing it in such a fashion that it seemed that I was so easy to forget like hitting the top 'x' on a browser window on a lagging computer screen.

So it's crazy how time can heal the deepest of wounds....what was once deep scars on my heart have proved to heal...and although I have forgotten about you I must thank you for allowing me to grow and realize that what we had wasn't real....in fact even years later as you cross my mind I smile and realize that without you....I'm doing just fine.