I.
See these marks on my fingers?
They're not from my bark
They're my bite's fight with dinner

II.
These cuts and bruises
Have calcium to blame
And the food my body refuses

III.
The scars on my middle and pointer
Remind me of the acid burn
That made my image so much lovelier

I feel like a hole
without a doughnut.
  ~MCE

By: Cedric McClester

I’m lookin’ for a place to belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place to belong

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in

I’m lookin’ for a place to belong
Where the weak aren’t victimized
By the strong
And the meek aren’t trampled on
By the throng
I’m lookin’ for a place to belong

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me  
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in

Now this may strike some as
A hopeless dream
If you can’t make the cut
Or the team
But it don’t matter
How bad it may seem
Never give up
Hold on to your dream

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers sometimes
Tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit i

I’m lookin’ for a place  to belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place to belong



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester,  All rights reserved.

heaven calls
my name but i'm a hard-headed man who
turns soft at night

heaven knows
it ain't what you got it's the way you shake it

heaven says
keep your hands where i can feel them

heaven is waiting
outside the gas station
in cut-off denim shorts
on our way into the mountains
over dolly parton bridge

And the city lights remind me of you

The unforeseen encounter captured me and is now
turning me into a drowning mess.
My thoughts are completely dominated by your feeling.

The familiarity of his gaze pierced into my soul, yet again,
and unravelled
my
long
built
armour.

His face, his presence was shy and reminiscent of the time we first met.
The first time we fell in love and rapidly became the little pieces of each other.

The city lights witnessed our dizzy waltz, as we danced and spun into
the cloth that wove the same garment.
We will always be fibres of the same being.

He was nervous
I was nervous
His hands shook as he showed me a picture on his phone.
He looked smart, wearing a jumper very similar to one I bought him
years ago.
We were open, never at a loss for words.

My smile never left my face, his glint never left his eye.
We were warm and almost luminous.
Our words, old and new, were forming our new poetry,
Our story still continues, hopefully always will.
We are something else, we are beyond ourselves
At a point so high, so firm like cement but with a strong enough force
could be
S H A T T E R E D

Will you always be there to save my life?

My heart is with you, after we left, my heart stayed with you.
My random meeting has stolen my present state and removed me back into my past.

I went home and thought of you, tears kept falling,
my pillow was drenched in the morning.
The phone starts ringing and I am still mourning.

What is it like chasing the sun?
    Like waking up to race it?


And what’s it like chasing it in the opposite direction with me?


Is it like falling
     or like lifting
                  
                      off

                            

                              
                                   a cliff?


Am I a weight on your eyelids?


    Do you feel fresh and full
                          of power
When you're carrying the daybreak
         on your back?


Are you dreaming
when we slide into sunrise

           through
                 sleepless eyes?




Will we forgive ourselves



            Once the moon is small

And the stars cannot hide

         The rising tide in my eyes?




Behind a curtain of clouds
from the sun
I will hide.