My Writers Block

As I sit here with an empty tablet and a pallet that has yet to be satiated,

I, feverishly tap my pen against the desk, in hopes of blemishing this tablet with my thoughts

However I am stuck..A constant and consistent case of writers block

One says that a poem is never finished but abandoned,

However if one has poetic thoughts and has yet to place them on a sheet…the poem is then neglected and dampened awaiting the warmth of a poets eyes to ease the words onto it

Whereas a vision can be used as a conduit of ones thoughts, but if ones thoughts are dangerously intertwined it makes poetic creativity destitute.

So I wonder in dispute as to how to approach the beginning of this piece

But so much is on my mind I stop and retreat in defeat because my vision and my thoughts do not cross the same intersection so that they can meet,  creating this fork in the road of my cerebellum that is begging me to go left, but I am so lost I don’t have a sense of which way that is.

So I stop…and I

Think about the reasons that I write…

I think about what makes my pieces, although seen as the same as thousands of people, remarkably unique..

I think about the beginning of my journey of being able to speak by use of a single, yet powerful part of a persons being that if used the wrong way can cause harm…the mind

And…as those thoughts being to formulate, my hand begins to hastily write in accordance to the thoughts that I have..

And at that very moment, the fork in the road converges into one

And the writers block that has been strategically placed thus causing the road to be closed for repairs is now “under construction”

As this road has now become a single entity of my thoughts, visions and desires

I look down at my pallet and it is now saturated with the blood that flows from my pen, 

thus providing a literary IV giving the sheet a voice, 

making it as vibrant as a figurative vagabond that has found life and

presenting a mentally assembled case of literal remedies that essentially can give whoever’s eyes fall upon it the utter feeling of pleasantry or jealousy, depending on the intensity and complexity of their mental dexterity

And the melodic chemistry of words, fragments and sentences flow together as one as an indicator of my integrity as I continue along this path unregrettably while planting seeds of my utter being ever readily, in hopes that they grow into trees of my inner identity

As I realize that my writing, and my work isn’t created as a  dependency of things that I think that people allegedly wish to see but in all actually I do this…to create and strengthen my legacy

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.

Social Genocide

A wise man once said that if you cannot find tranquility within yourself, that it is useless to seek it elsewhere...

But where else would people decide to seek tranquility?

We live in the society where whatever is in the streets can be spread in the matter of a retweet

Where you make your everyday decisions based on your peers, and followers...

But if one has a number of followers, but seeks the opinion of what to wear or how to look from them....then who is following who?

We live in a society where all physical interaction has now been exponentially divided and has been replaced by 140 characters
Where "if it ain't on Facebook it ain't official" actually matters to those seeking self efficacy.

So yes...the revolution will not be televised....it will be retweeted, followed, commented. Liked, checked into, twitpiced then deleted...as we let it bypass us because our head is deep into our phones..

While some possess control some are mindless drones that catch heat for a subtweet and making attempts to clown others behind their device...when in all reality if the interaction was physical they wouldn't be about that life.

While most are just providing updates of their life some are actually seeking a husband or a wife and those that are together use their alone time to share with the world that they are.....alone...

In this country of "free" speech, we use social networks as an escape and release and
as a way to please others...
So contrary to what the wise man said, its not that we can't seek tranquility within ourselves,
We just choose not to...sadly we seek and yearn for it...from each other.


So I ask...are social networks equal their net worth?
Are they a gift or a curse?
Have they assisted to unify our people..... or did it make matters worse?

Broken Shell

Her beauty is as such that it embodies the essence of purity
Divinity in motion
And I'm
willing to offer my devotion in order to experience her blessing
While Putting my mind in a constant whirlwind and
while taking this mental tailspin I realize that....I'm entranced.

And I begin to ask myself...

How did this occur?
How did she possess the ability to shine her light through the narrow dimly lit path of my tunnel vision, and speak to me although I was so focused on looking at the negatives, however this time I actually listened

How was she able to find the guy who after all the pain he has been through was able to see past this facade into the eyes of man he once was?

How did she slowly chip away at this shell
a shell that was formed due to years of mistrust, lies and mystified lust...
A shell hardened and solidified over time but showing signs of rust

A shell that...made this man weary of embracing a new novel
when the previous books were only paperback sequels of one another..
Having doubts to prolong before reading the prologue in fear that when the plot thickens, it would all end the same way...her gone and him kicking himself for again allowing his ability of being kind....to be his one true vulnerability.

Even though I ask why, I should ask myself why not because even thru the pains of the previous there is always one adamantine diamond in the rough who will possess the ability to look at your past and ensure you that the future will surely be a present if she was in your presence

And with this i stand
with her hand in hand...with the remnants of my shell all around us I
decide to reuse them because they always say that one mans trash is another mans treasure

And as I look back at the man I used to be I realize that I can start anew
And use the remnants of my past to design the blueprints and the foundation of a blessing and something new....

And for this....I'm grateful

Casino

In this game of seeking a partner which game determines your fate?
It's crazy how ones quest for love can be compared to a casino ranging from the triumphs and mistakes.

Always rolling dice you hope not to crap out but at the end you want to get the crap out because you are mentally tapped out, although u thought u had your future mapped out by thinking this was the one....so you went "all in on red" but took a turn for the worst.

Putting too much trust in the dealer, thus turning beginners luck into beginners curse

Even while you decide to take it slow and steady by playing the slot machine of love, each time you unsuccessfully pull the lever of realization, you slowly begin to realize that even then you still find discords in your e-harmony

So you begin to think to yourself that the casino of love is all about luck....

when in actuality it is about beating the odds
proving the dealer you can keep up
Maintaining a straight face proving your ability to bluff while
Keeping your hand to yourself until the time comes when you make your move
...will you raise the stakes or will you fold?....you decide.

No one hears You (co-written with Prentiss Dantzler @Scholar_357)

Love Me!
No one hears you…
Love Me!
No one cares for you…
Love Me!
No one understands that it was your rhythmic circuitry that brings existence.
That existential monitoring life came from your robust plight,
Altering actions caused ejaculations circumcising your magnetic pulse,
Pulsating as you said him to….
Love Me!

So he entered in a cosmic journey into your vortex, no latex, just pure sex.
He tumbled in your galaxy until he found your Milky Way,
He sought thoughts of your Nuva ring around Saturn spinning in your eclipse,
So with this he found a new constellation he named Orgasmic,
Climatic as you said to him, Love Me!

He dug deep into your graveyard reaping grimly the epitome of his masculinity,
It was the melanin in your skin that made me look deep within,
So I chew spearmint spearing any sentiments of time spent.
Painting color into your pigment. Hoping that you will….Love Me!

Love you??
How can we hear your faint beckoning as you constantly and consistently carry yourself as a
Scantily clad façade of what you once were
Going to clubs to swindle men out of a couple drinks with nothing but an ass shake and a smile
So we perceive it as, the more you take off, the more we listen
As we objectify your existence, but it seems that
you have already objectified yourself within

Love you??
How can we even begin to heed your request
And hear your moans that indicate your detest
When to get our attention you lean over and show the cleavage between your breast
Which makes us think…but with the wrong head

How can we love you for what you possess,
When you flaunt what’s under that dress
And you wonder why you are under constant duress
From us to get in the sheets
And you claim that “Niggas Aint Shit”,
But you deal with these ain’t shit niggas out in these streets

I beg of you to remember that it is supposed to be a woman who makes a man complete
So make an attempt to focus on the words that he speaks, instead of the shoes on his feet
Dress conservatively so we can look at you in your eye first and
Then, and only then will our views begin to intertwine regarding your self-worth,
Worthy of royalty, with the stench of purity sweating over your neck.

I also beg of you to disrespect acts of neglect,
Reverb degrading remarks of marks rewriting taunts in your nerves,
I beg of you to reposition your stature so he knows even a statue speaks to some people,
And your silence stands on a steeple, screaming one day he will revere you as his equal.
I beg of you, see the blessing of your birth to give birth,
And one day he will truly…Love You.

In a Sentimental Mood

In my house
Listening while sitting by my window,
As the raindrops reverberate on my window sill
Inspiring thoughts cross my mind
Poetic scriptures of yesteryear commence to formulate within my soul causing the ink to flow on this canvas
And it puts me in a sentimental mood
And as these sentiments begin to sediment I lie sentient, and all that is left are my thoughts.

Thoughts of the poets before me,
the Angelous, Dunbars, and Hughes, and
how they paved the way so that the words that I speak and the blood that flows from my pen onto this sheet
are heard, read and understood
Because in order to hone and appreciate your passions you must remember those who made it possible

Thoughts of those mysteries of life that continue to baffle even the most brilliant of philosophers
and how the answer to those mysteries are right in front of our faces,
but we are so blind to the vision that even 20/20 is a mystification

Thoughts of those who told me that I would never amount to anything,
who said that I was worth just as much as the hallowed grounds that I grew up on.
And told me jail or dead is the only future I should aspire and cling on
And to this day those words continue to cling on to me as I remember
Humble beginnings of a man who transcended all false beliefs

So while what you see is a man, what lies in my spirit underneath are my desires

The desire to finally meet the woman of my dreams,
who possesses that sought out trinity of brains beauty and personality,
who can look through all of my inequalities and find purity through any sliver of dust….
who loves me for what I am…and not for who I was…

The desire to become successful.
Playing dog catcher in this dog-eat-dog world and remaining a step ahead of the carpenter that is the media.
Not falling into the pitfalls of those social conformities that make people of distinction seem so eerily alike as uniqueness remains in extinction because real people are a rarity.
And it is that scarcity that causes me to be different

So as I sit, all of this crosses my mind, thoughts and desires intertwine both depressing and sublime
The rains stops falling and the drops stop beating on my windowsill,
But just that mental photograph will be etched in my heart
Long enough such that as the sands slowly fall from the hourglass,
I will continually dwell upon those things that put me in a sentimental mood.

African Queen

African Queen
“Just like the sun…lights up the earth, you light up my life”
Words never rang so true about her
For she embodies all that would make any man sink to their knees..
From her ebony skin to her rich full bodied hair…
If her touch was labeled as forever then I have entered the realm of infinity
She possesses that sought after trinity of beauty, brains and personality
And it is that compatibility that draws me to her

“The only one I’ve ever seen, which a smile so bright”
With the uncanny ability to illuminate a room with her beautiful smile while,
Making me feel giddy inside as if I’m a child…damn she drives me wild.
As I think about her I wish I can clutch to her as women clutch handbags
Encapsulating every essence of our experience as if it was our last.

She is African beauty,
That all natural no frills, come as you are, beauty
That “You don’t even need make up or jewelry” to turn heads beauty
That “God broke the mold, when He made you” beauty
If beauty is skin deep then you are close to the bone…
With a style so pure, it is personified by elegance and confidence,
As you gracefully saunter because you know that you are from royalty
She is… my African Queen….

I had a dream

I had a dream...
That it was just me and you alone, as we
Slow danced to the ocean waves as our feet sunk into the sand while,
Staring into each other’s eyes as the crescent moon is our only source of illumination
Etching into my mind this mental illustration, hoping we can stay here forever,
I had a dream…
That Time stood still as if the earth orbits around our memories
Our hearts synchronized in the same cadence as if we were one in the same.
Our love for each other set adrift aimlessly in the right direction
And as I think about this encapsulated moment of perfection
I digress…
Because it was all a dream
I woke up from this dream,
And I realize that it was what it was
Just a figment of my imagination as we
Meet each other in person but we struggle to remember each other’s name...
But I can feel the connection that we would have
If our paths intertwined
If by some strange instance in time you were mine…
But I can only hope….I can only wish…..
But I know that happiness….
Is just a dream away….

Humble Beginnings

Contrary to what you may see and believe…I come from humble beginnings
My life hasn’t always been flowers growing and birds singing
But more of a trying upbringing, filled with tears and broken promises
“Whats humble?”
I will gladly tell you
Humble
Is growing up in a house with 3 people, and having only enough money to make one meal a week and make it last… praying that the cornbread rises because we couldn’t afford eggs to put in the recipe…because that was what was left until the WIC check came in
Humble
Is being taken away from my parents, and placed into custody of someone who made my life a living hell
Humble
Is wearing hand me down clothing that was a couple sizes too small, because your foster mother spends your check elsewhere.
Humble
Is choosing the option of selling drugs to put money in my pocket so that I can provide for my little brother because that was the ONLY way you was gonna get money.
Humble
Was being able to muscle a smile through the pain, while holding false hope as we thought this situation would never cease
Humble
Is crying myself to sleep hoping that each day would get better
Humble
Was getting through it alone, just me and God
No one to talk to…
No one to confide in…
No one to trust…
Because everyone thought I was crazy because she was a “nice lady”
Humble
Is being able to swallow the bullshit and take the punches as they were given.
I look at my life now…
And I think of where I came from
And while I can proclaim how blessed I am, I can lose everything in a heartbeat
So I take life one day at a time, while constantly thinking of my humble beginnings.

Old Flame Emotion

Have you ever thought about an ex?

Or even have an ex as a friend?







My feelings are all over the place

Even more as the day progress

Trying to figure out this conundrum

That drifts back to a romance blossom,



An old flame, from a wilted candle

Ancient emotion has risen into temptation

Wrapped me up in a silent vow

And makes me forget here and now,



Despite all the hurry all around

Little details sit idly in my mind

Chaining the time inside

While the world spinning outside,



Both love and lust, pulses through my soul

Reigniting the past, getting those sparks to roll

Invading ability of thoughts to conform

Dragging them over a huge brainstorm.



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Elevators

The elevator of life



Elevators

A convenient way

To reach our destination.



The elevator of life however

Is not as convenient or simple

As up is down the path of delusion,

And down looks up toward awareness.

The open door button is the negativity that you let into your life,

Thus ruining the insides

The close door button represents your pride,

How you wouldn’t let everyone see through you at risk of being seen as vulnerable

So as you see someone running trying to catch your life’s elevator

You close the door….



And sometimes your elevator breaks down

But you refuse to take the stairs because you realize that they do not possess that adamantine luster

Because you was mystified in thinking that it was crystal.

As much as we hope that our elevators are different…..realize that they are all going in the same direction

Some go up, some down, some start at the ground floor and some….start at the basement

But just like in life, an elevator doesn’t stay down…..something or someone wants it to go up



So as we accept the journey of the ups and downs that is our life,

The elevator finally stops.

Capturing serenity through balance.

She

She…

Is a beautiful black woman who knows what she wants out of life

A beautiful head upon positive shoulders

A sister, friend, aunt and inevitably…a wife

That is what she is



She…

Is constantly physically and even metaphorically portrayed as a,

Scantily clad façade of pride who is only appreciated more, when she takes off less

When approached my men, she knows they are thinking about how she looks under that dress

Because of her coke bottle figure and her perky breasts

Under constant duress because the media made her this way

Made her to feel as if she isn’t a person, but an object

Because of porn videos, music videos and reality TV.

And to her dismay whatever reputation she has established,

Would demolish at the mere sound of “make it rain trick"



She…

Is constantly reminded that she is not beautiful

Because every ad, tv show, movie, and magazine portrays what society considers beauty

Has truly taken away from the true denotation of the word

Sex sells and those with a nice body, make the most commission

So it is her mission to get like those women on TV



…But it isn’t what she….looks like



So she starts dieting, and working out,

Wearing make- up and changing her wardrobe,

because of what the media has etched in her head…

Wearing lip gloss and eye liner to bed, JUST so she can look good in the morning



She isn’t she….anymore



She…

Is now a mere shadow of what she used to be

She… has allowed herself to fall victim to the “Barbie”, Top Model and “Maybe it’s Maybelline” America

She...would now rather listen and pay more attention to Nicki Minaj, than Nikki Giovanni

Now a pawn in life’s game of chess and the mover of the pieces is society

She…has now taken on a new identity to conform to the “formalities” that the media has deemed “current”

She…has forgotten where she has come from

And although her parents brought her up right…even she….couldn’t escape…..

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Tribulations of Life

In this dog-eat-dog world that surrounds us

We sometimes brake down and fall

We try too hard to satiate the approval of all

And sometimes we feel that those who stand above us

Can make us seem unimportant and small

So we begin to tremble under the weight of the problems that,

like a paperweight, holds us down



We maintain a smile on the outside but that smile is really a concealer to our frowns

And when we start to collapse there seems to be no one around

So you feel as if you are alone…as if you knocked a tree over...and no one hear its sound

So, we’ll hide away in corners

Put upon ourselves pain

Walking thru life’s thunderstorm without anything to guard us from the rain

Realize that although the way you feel towards those idiosyncrasies of your life are of disdain

No one is immune to the trials we face in life… we all must suffer the same



So although we may struggle

And yes we sometimes slip and fall

Just know that I’ll stand by your side

I’ll stay with you through it all

And if while riding the wheels of life you feel yourself tremble

Or even brake down to the point where your feet are scraping the ground

I’m your shoulder to cry on, your spare tire, there to pick you up

And I’ll always be around



Yes, We all have our faults

Our valleys, our hills, ups and our downs

We cant always smile all the time

Everyone has to go through their fair share of frowns

No, no ones perfect

And no one is the same

We’re in this world together

And although in distinct levels, we are all playing the same game

We try to fight in this world the best way we could,

but it always seems to be on the mode to attack

Sometimes we’re not strong enough though

or we feel that are too many things we lack

But realize that although it seems as if you are in a corner, and everyone seems to turn its back

This minor setback is just a setup for a great comeback



If we stick together through thick and thin

No matter whats to come

With faith and trust in our Lord and Savior

Anything in His will can be done

Trust, we all get those bad times

Those times where all is lost



But giving up on your passions would just be at a greater cost

Each and every one of us goes through a part in our lives that is tough

But I promise it will get better..just don’t you ever give up


But when you feel like you want too

just please remember this

One can die at any time…

Without anything else to give

But it takes a strong person to keep their head up, keep the faith....and live

Scars

I’m sick and tired…..

Of people staring at me as if I have a red stain on my white shirt and not in my eye in respect

But what can you expect when you have visible scars?

When the first thing people do among first glance…is stare at your forehead…

My first impression is to question your maturity,

but what gives me the authority to not act normally

When what is just a blemish is now my biggest insecurity.

Oh how I wish these were just hidden in obscurity

And I can erase that accident and the effects of it away from me



But….more than ever I realize that now….these scars…..are part of my identity

A visual testimony...

Of strength

Of God working to prove..that I am not done yet….

So….continue to stare….continue to question

Yea….to me it is more of a personal transgression

But your minute obsession and facial expression as you try to process the congestion of marks on my skull….flatters me

Because what you may consider as an imperfection

I see….as a blessing

Why

Why?



I sit here

Pondering, thinking to myself

Why?

Yes…that is a vague question and a

Satirical subject with a plethora of predicates

So how would one go about answering this type of question?

I will try and I won’t be too delicate



Why?

Do we live in a society where our role models are those who speak false truths

Modern day coons, who instead of wearing black face have tattoos…

Who would rather shuck and jive, turn their swag on with their sagged skinny jeans

In videos with women whom we all would want in our wildest dreams

Then speak the truth

Why…do artists like Nas and Wyclef who actually speak about the translucent truths

Do not sell records while the ones that are….are just saying empty words



Why?

Do we focus more on the “realities” of TV as way to escape our personal reality

How the water cooler discussion is about Darwin and Melanie and not about “How is your family?”

When in all actuality, the real true tragedy is that we face, are hidden by images of

A celebrity getting married or the latest Jersey Shore fight



Why?

Do more people apply to be on shows like American Idol and The Real World,

Than apply for colleges where they can utilize their talents for the real world?



Why?

Do we use our fingers to speak our mind?

Trying to get a point across by use of a text and we assume that these messages would convey the emotion…..of a voice

And although we have a choice, we choose what is convenient

Maybe I’m being too lenient

But why should we get upset over a 40 character message that truly has no meaning?



Why?

Do we live in a world where we spend beyond our means?

Where one faces the dilemma of paying their rent, or buying these jeans

Paying their phone, or buying these foams

Why must you sacrifice things that you need

On something that you will not use everyday?





Yes….What I am writing is just words on paper with no true meaning

And words do not mean a thing unless there is some action

But it doesn’t mean that I will allow myself to let the mainstream be a distraction

To let them dig their feet and leave traction in my skin

Yes my words are powerless

But hey, someone had to begin



Yes, even I have done some of these things,

I am not a perfect guy

But have ever sat back and truly looked at some of the things you do and ask yourself




Why??

Mindset

Marching onward and searching forward
As I look toward the future while dwelling on the past,
I realize that it is hard to think about the future
When you still retain remnants from the fallen sands in the hourglass
I constantly think about what this life has to give and already given to me
I try to conquer all obstacles, missed opportunities and endless possibilities that make it hard to live.
And I realize that God will is in my corner and I can handle all burdens that my life gives.
The obstacles we dodge in life, so harsh they can be,
they're set before us every day and can transform any dream into a reality
Does anyone ever accomplish what they set out to do?
I feel like I have but more is left to the imagination which hopes to be true.
I know that my time here is limited and obstacles with continue to be placed in my path are here indeed,
but I will continue to live my life, under Gods will, in hopes that I succeed

Scars

I’m sick and tired…..
Of people staring at me as if I have a red stain on my white shirt and not in my eye in respect
But what can you expect when you have visible scars?
When the first thing people do among first glance…is stare at your forehead…
My first impression is to question your maturity,
but what gives me the authority to not act normally
When what is just a blemish is now my biggest insecurity.
Oh how I wish these were just hidden in obscurity
And I can erase that accident and the effects of it away from me

But….more than ever I realize that now….these scars…..are part of my identity
A visual testimony...
Of strength
Of God working to prove..that I am not done yet….
So….continue to stare….continue to question
Yea….to me it is more of a personal transgression
But your minute obsession and facial expression as you try to process the congestion of marks on my skull….flatters me
Because what you may consider as an imperfection
I see….as a blessing