Axiom does not lie upon the
plush bed of the words I've said.
It doesn't flourish under influence of the
flowery texts I've written.
Axiom does not fully exist behind the
actions I've deliberately displayed.

It is ingrained within the subtle folds,
inexplicable nuances
and playful innuendos.
It is present in the lull you find in between
fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats.
It is scored into the unlyricised songs,
sung when our breaths do meet.
It's in the unplanned gazes that
stray into nothingness
only to be caught by yours.
It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared
without ever feeling awkward.

Axiom...
Is the fall that you had anticipated
only after having taken the leap.
It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is
but yet still certain that you are safe.

Axiom is...
My unseen heart as it beats hard
for none other than you.

Part of you cradles a star
that's why the Sun loves you

your dust is cosmic
your spirit eternal

the light of your star
a heart made for love

By: Cedric McClester

Say it ain’t so
I don’t wanna know
That the beautiful one
Did suddenly go
Embraced so it seems
By a death or a dream
Human not machine
But heaven redeems

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

So this requiem
Is especially for him
The Beautiful One
And I’ve Jus’ begun
Pulling out all stops
To give him his props
The beautiful one
Into the setting sun

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

Even though he’s gone
His music lives on
He was so clever
It’ll last forever
And the legacy
He left you and me
Is a treasure trove
From his record grove

So this requiem
Is especially for him
The Beautiful One
And I’ve Jus’ begun
Pulling out all stops
To give him his props
The Beautiful One
Into his setting sun

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

Say it ain’t so
I don’t wanna know
That the beautiful one
Did suddenly go
Embraced so it seems
By death or a dream
Human not machine
But heaven redeems














Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.

So many thoughts feelings expressions emotions
locked behind deadpan eyes and a voice that's toneless.
A mountain of a person consolidated to this form.
A body unimpressive.
A face unexpressive.
The chaos upstairs requires all of my attention.

Conversing takes a back-seat which is why I seem distant.
Too many things to say only leaves me in silence.
I don't know how or where to begin.
If only I could let you inside to weather the storm
maybe you could make sense of this nonsense and bring me to port.

I dreamt of you
Without falling asleep
As strange as that may seem
In fact
I dreamt of you
As only I could dream
While being awake