Finding a lover is effortless
for some people.
They only want a few things:
Someone attractive, kind,
funny or rich.

But
I desire
something so much deeper.

I want

an intelligent mind
that wakes up thoughts in me
I didn't realize were hibernating.

I want

to converse, analyze and debate
without being conscious of
the sun rising and falling
between our words.

I want

to make a witty remark
at a coffee shop
so he can reply sarcastically
just for me to jab back immediately
and for him to comeback back playfully
until we're both laughing
stomachs shaking
spit flying
the whole store staring
and we leave
without coffee

I want

our hands to stitch together
perfectly
like two lost puzzle pieces;
one found under a couch cushion
one found inside a junk drawer.
The rest of the puzzle has
already been thrown away
but
these two pieces remain
and they fit.

I want

to fall in love together
then together fall in love with
art, museums, songs, poems
T.V shows, radio jingles,
greek food, backroads,
our mutual hatred for pop culture,
doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry)
wrong turns, piled up laundry, life.
Just fall in love with life.

I want

to hurt with him

I want

to save the world with him

I want

to meet, see, understand
and experience all that is foreign
with him.

I think it will only take us meeting
and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.

It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be
and if a love like that could ever be for me.

my sweet darling,
this is my confession to you --
to not be with you
to not go out and look for you
is the most difficult challenge
and the hardest form of love
i will ever do.

i lost the other half of my self within you
and i have not been able to get it back
ever since
you and  i
fell apart.

i know you do not want me to seek for you
i know you want me to let you go
and i have, in all the ways i can
but my heart cannot,
my mind cannot set you free
for i bound myself to you and only you
for ages to last.

and though some days i attempt to unchain myself,
it is you,
ultimately,
only you,
and your love --
that can set me free.


if you choose to love me right this time,
and destiny decides to tear us apart,
then i will know --
i shall know,
that you've set me free,
the universe and you,
have set me free.

Once I was filled with greed.
I thought money is everything we need.
I thought it will help me succeed.
Oh, **** my creed.
Now I am living like a dead.
Till yesterday
Money was the only thing in my head.
When they are inside of me, they breed.
They filled my mind with greed.
They became the color of my blood.
And now when I bleed
I see these crazy thoughts that need to be freed.
I needed to escape from this deadly ****.
So I rushed towards the door at full speed.
I pushed the **** to open the door.
From the other side, it was locked.
I tried a few times more.
But it stayed locked.
More than a thousand times I knocked.
It did not open.
But my heart it woken.
My heart is the key, I realized it that moment.
And the door opened without a key.
No more I'm living just to make money.
Now I see the world more clearly.
So I decided
A good human being I'm going to be.
And the very next moment I met the real me.
He was the one who locked the door from inside.
Now he is free.
No more he needs to hide.

By: Cedric McClester

I just think it’s wrong
And my conviction is very strong
But you might disagree
You have that right ya see
But it’s also a fact
I don’t need to be attacked
Unnecessarily
See - I’m just being me

If I say it’s not the norm
And that I believe it’s wrong
Even if you can't go along
I hope it doesn’t create a storm

Everyone you’ll find
Is not of the same mind
We see things differently
That’s part of being free
To say what’s on your mind
Not to be unkind
But to share a point of view
That might differ from you

If I say it’s not the norm
And that I believe it’s wrong
Even if you can't go along
I hope it doesn’t create a storm

One size don’t fit all
It’s an individual call
And I’m trying to keep it real
By stating how I feel
As you rightly might suspect
It may not be politically correct
But at the end of this lesson
Hopefully I’ve answered the question

I’m not in that amen chorus
Among those who only bore us
I don’t endorse any agenda
That suggests I must surrender
To a set of dogmatic beliefs
That never desist or decease
What I hold inside is strong
Which don’t make me right or wrong

If I say it’s not the norm
And that I believe it’s wrong
Even if you can't go along
I hope it doesn’t create a storm



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