Is there any wonder
why you're niche?
You speak of specifics,
in a world dumbfounded
by careful detail.
What the hell's the point of this?
Its creator better explain it to me,
if they want my sweet green sheets
of superfluous pillow stuffing.
Is there any wonder
why you're niche?
You speak of specifics,
and America speaks with money,
"Give me Very Easy, as
at the end of the day
I just want to wind down
my thoughts, and turn off my brain."
You're alone,
because you go,
"Hit me with that good ****!
I wanna think and speak
tongues with a loved one,
til we both change into eggs."

This is my song:
Where are my loves?
I thought misery
loved company.

Once,
a while ago,
we were
eagerly in love,
so, eagerly
we were in chains.

Once, we were members of a party.
Parts of a whole. A hopeless oath
of devotion to another, to durdle,
intimately, through the grandest lie.

Once, we were eagerly in chains.
(Now, contemptuous in disdain)
Once, we were excited to be.
(Now, that's just not what we're about)

Once, we were bonded in a gamble.

Now, we're barely willing bystanders,
no more an adventure, than it is
   a situation.

Almost like you just get an honorary mention.
A footnote not worthy of more attention.
But without your guidance and heart of love and respect.

The three wise men would still be looking for the child to come.

You did what only a few still do?
Step up and accept the role you too took on.
But the history of your importance vanishes when he became grown.

We know more about his mother.
Heck, even more about her cousin.
Hardly enough about your death or burial.

And many know he deserving of all that glory.
But if here in the flesh, he must admit that the man he grew into has to owe a little to you.

A man called Joseph.

But you a footnote, we hardly or barely know.

If truth be told which in many cases they are not.
Many wives have been mistress and now pretending not.
Just remember the woman before you hadn't forgotten.

Don't jump on this mystery train of throwing blame like many within the Metoo blame game.
Truth be told.

Truth be told, many high executives and lawyers worked their way through school to get that degree by being strippers or exotic dancers.
We all, I mean we all have a past hidden behind the myth.

Be not surprised, we can pretend.

I looked at the moon
And got lost between her eyes
I conform to her moves
Like the ocean and its tides
I hear her whispers
As she reflects the bright of the sun
Telling me
To lose all the doubt

You may be young
But you don’t have a lot of time
Take the initiative
To go out and live life

She spends her time lighting my way
Making sure I’ll make it to the day
She protects me
As she were the love of my life
And I thank her for lighting my nights

I’ve gone through valleys
Wondering if it’s my place in life
Little that I know
That I was there to lift the status quo
You were there too
Waiting for your paramour
But alas I’m here for you
In the same manner
That you are my moon
You’ll light my path
And I’ll light yours
Together we’ll see something more

No.
It is not good to use your
powers for evil.

It is much better to warn them
of their demise.
Reminding them
that flesh is an easy target.

we all wear.

but the Spirit is still.

and sometimes
exists without consequence
being that

You.
Always know your intentions.

But remember.
the Universe has the ultimate
Say

No.
Do not speak with a second tongue.

You could end up believing your crafty
little hell. then forget about alchemy.

Instead be brave and
Go
alone.

Say no to anything that does not resonate with
your being.

Then walk away very slowly with
absolute
clarity.

We seem separate.
like we are living as
the mimic of
the other.
Mirrors. all of us.
deciding to make
faces on the
shiny walls.
Funny. to bring life
to the pain of
existing. Separate.
but we'd like to exclude
part of ourselves.
and forget
we are like the other. Them.
We think they
are enemies to
the state of our being.
But we cannot live
without the other.
Nor can we live
without spirit.
We are The Source
from where we originated.
So save
everything. and
greet yourself with
love. For everybody.

By: Cedric McClester

You’re esoteric
And profound
Is it your melody
Or your sound,
That always has me
Coming around?
Rest assured
That I’m down

You’re so hard
To understand
See you perplex
The average man
I think you do it
Because you can
And I’ll forever
Be your fan

The payoff’s always
Worth the wait
I don’t know,
Can you relate?
How you keep me
In a state
Of anticipation
That you always satiate

I think about
The things we do
I enjoy
Making love to you
And I’m convinced
That you do too
While lying there
After we’re through




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