DOES THE HEART REALLY KNOW?

Does the heart really know
what it wants?  Each gratification
leads to another--desire must be satisfied
without equivocation

never mind if desire
leads to destruction
what is life
if not lived in passion?

let the fire of desire burn
let love erupt in the most violent explosion
the heart will not rest
its longings know no obliteration

Does the heart really know
the pain of loving? Passion
dies too soon and in its trail
brings an end to gratification.

By: Cedric McClester

What lessons can we borrow
Cuz despite our tears and sorrow
It could happen again tomorrow
And words would still ring hollow
If we’re not committed to change
Or those we elect remain estranged
And do nothing that’s long-range
As a consequence of this exchange

It’s been said that insanity
Is doing the same things, don’t cha see?
While expecting the results to be
Completely different for you and me
Once the tables have been turned
If there’s nothing to be learned
As long as we stay unconcerned
Then our destiny is earned

Aren’t we tired of coming here
To the valley of despair
Offering yet another prayer
Because of this sordid affair
What’s it take to have some mustard
Haven’t we all been disgusted
And betrayed by those we’ve trusted
Because the law never gets adjusted

If it wouldn’t be considered a gaff
It would tend to make me laugh
We’ve been down this primrose path
But we haven’t done our math
Cuz like a never ending fountain
The numbers just keep on mounting
So we’re left to keep on countin
Until we finally scale this mountain


























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

And no one else. Not a touch.
All the girls say they want to be you but you.
It feels like you're here. Like you're face is here.
I love all your smells. From the neck up and
The neck down. There are no outer limits,
Nothing too much, no one that could ever
Come between, or say words that could trump
The sounds of you that still linger in me.

I have bread and time for you always.

Poems come of sailing boats
On the rivers of ink,
- of pens skiing on
Papers in the icy nights,
- of guns firing bullets
On ambiguous foes,
- of brains brimming with
Gales in dark forests,
- of hearts filled with
Heaviness and loss-
I don’t know –
I know this much that
They ooze out from the pores
Of the whole being!