I call you forward to witness thee,
The nightmare, crimson reality,
Red soaked sheets,
A story of once an innocence, now is gone,
Torn away from my flesh,
I ask you this, where is my choice in all of this,
I have had snatched what is mine, robbed, I seek justice but there is no answer.

My cries, cries fall on silent ears,
Through the years, my cries are also now silen-ced,
I have become a story to myself,
When I now tell of my tragedy, I don't cry
Nor do I give that bitter, characteristic laugh,
I look hollow and stare hollow and feel hollow.

… People think that I’m shallow.
I am fine with that,
When has it ever been my choice?
I cry and scream and no- one helps, and passers-by snigger as they go.
...’’She got what she deserved, she had asked for it, what, dressed like that!’’
‘’She should thank her stars, that someone wants her anyway!’’

After all, ‘**** is a kind of... love.’

That’s part of the irony…

I don't feel that loved.      

- Felinely, Aisha.

to kiss your neck with these here lips
just once
to place my hands upon your hips
just once

to draw your body close to mine
our legs and spirits intertwine
to take you and make love to you
just once

to wake one morning on your arms
just once
to be sedu-ced by your charms
just once

To lie and watch you get undressed
to feel your hands upon my chest
to see into your very soul
as our two halves become a whole
just once

throwing caution to wind
just once
sinning like we've never sinned
just once

A passionate intensity
that gets the best of you and me
and lets us be all we can be
just once

and i’ve lived years of
turbulence; to be loc-
k’d out. problems str-
iking as an adder. pro-
blems adding to the
strike out. end of the
game we all play but
for the lone individ-
ual, and i was hand’d
the pack of smokes
with a ten wrap’d ‘ro-
und. not an act of for-
ced reliance. act of:
  – save your money.
     you need it more
     than i.
and i’ve learn’d to ac-
cept. to receive with
grace and charity, to
offer in grace and ch-
arity. that other ten
percent.       braking.
     January,
year prior, to be found
destitute yet suffer no
one’s restrictions. and
the numb fingers rem-
ind me of my obstina-
nce, remind me that
i’ve been made to suf-
fer the cold.
oh, how the frigid
men slept with a rotg-
ut shank prepared. en-
ding dreams in which
survival is their sunrise.
and i pull’d a scarf over
my face to obviate the
cold. and in the false
spring of year prior, the
trees were trick’d to
give up their leaves
budding life as an
early spring sacrifice.

By Mr. Ced.. To SelinaSharday Ros3y
Life is a fraction of what time could be.
Standing in the midst of what things could be.
Waking up with her is not hard to conceive.
Enduring the pleasure of what might could be.
She's thought about to this world as status quo.
But no one ever truly knows what makes her Go.
Her beauty is only elevated by the consensus of her
smile as you sit back and wonder.
All the worthwhile what makes this woman so formidable.
Sleek and agile though she's instinctively intelligent sensual and fragile
She endures a man that would be more than just handsome.
With a smile for she needs a man to be there ready even when things are not so mild.
To be all the things she needs to make her want to stay awhile.
With the entire package of a grown man and not a child.
by Ced.

TIME_2
Her smile is like hands that transition into time.
That flows thru you like numbers trapped and embedded in your mind.
Like a soft melody that rings & chimes.
Even for the existence of being the very first time.  
I induce this parade of getting deep into the crevices of  your sublime.
Even when its hard for you to Let go the thought of doing that at any given time.
I plan on treating u with the benevolence of class & respect that reassures your mind.
And not having any regrets even when we travel into this mystery in time.
As I foreplay this moment of being with someone so fine.
Captured by the thoughts of her laid-back and sipping wine.
And her knowing that we could do this more than just one time.
As I played with her intellect and she starts to unwind.
keeping those thoughts she could explode at any given time.
By Mr.Ced

Didn't even have to use my AK.
Plus nobody I know got killed in Stabinkill,MA
So it's safe to say,
Today was a good day

Unless you were the creature.
The creature in the sink.
He fought like Dylan Thomas said,
He put up quite a stink.
Yet I received no scratches,
No bites nor pier-ced flesh,
And now he is not itching,
and looks his very best.

Heavenly Sweet
Fig frosted treat
With fancy minced meat
Steamy latte cup
S  biscuit
A sloppy sup
         M  aple apple cinnamon
         E  atable fruitcake panettone
         M  ound of coconut bars                      
         O  range pumpkin muffin jars
         R  aspberry peanut butter jams
         I   ced sugared yams
         E  ye candy almond brittle
         S  now butterball mouth spittle
Cherry jubilee on velvet cheesecake
A proud baker proclaims, “I make”
Bread pudding’s caramel sauce
Cannoli center chocolate ricotta gloss
Anise waffle layer powder dust
On warm iron it crusts
Vanilla cookie shape
Crystal sprinkles after it bakes
Celebration feasts
Of sinful delightful sweets!

That age-old adage is trotted out so sweetly,
but what do I
                         even
                                       know?

Maybe the basics will help:
-I'm 23 years of age.
-I'm finally in a place where I can succeed.
-I've been broken for some time.

That last point seems poignant, let's look at that.

Despite my age, I've acted like a real child recently. I hope my future self will read this with a mirthful grin at my toddler-tantrums.

Still, it is really not funny.

I've talked and rambled and gushed forth about it at length, so there seems to be no benefit to dragging the painful shards of memory over my skin once more- until I'm sli ced to ri bb on s.

I heard a great line recently, 'Whether you do something about it or not- next year is going to come.' It's been nearly two whole months of this.

Yet I know the answer and I refuse it.

Some men bring out the poems in me
I fear your one of these
A pirate girl names ships about
To sail the world with ease

I fear not what you do to me
I fear not what I know
Someday your heart will melt and be
Repla-ced with the snow

So on she’ll sail
Through snowy veil
To fight the world deplete
And She and I
Through wind and rye
Will storm the army fleet

A salient heat
Will soon repeat.

My father; my hero
My mother; my Angel
My Guardian my friend
For your centuries of support
Thank you

For centuries of love
Self denial and support
That i be educated
In a crazily literate world
And be liberated from oppression
Thank you

For years
I ran your race
Successfully with laurels
Thought to make you proud
Especially amongst your friends
That you be proud
But within, unfufilment brewed

I 'A'ced my courses
Accolades poured on you
As parents of the best student"
Even though it earned me a place
As a valedictorian
I was dead within

Crowded in the hall
Many saw the smiles
The media went frenzy
An academia was born
But behind the smile
Lies a lonely soul
For i was dead within

You never asked who i was
Never exploited my gifts
The reason God created me
You turned me to a machine
"La cram", "La pour"
Then with honours i graduated

I love you Dad
I adore you Mum
For programing my life
That you may be happy
I hated you with passion
I loved you, then i hated you

Tired of the statusquo
My best friend too is
Victims of circumstances
We made to satisfy you
That we may embark
On a journey to self discovery
And truly find fulfillment

As i make to receive my scroll
It is a gift i owe you
Receive it in peace and joy
That i may be free
Free to pursue my course
And take responsibility therefrom

The scales are fallen
Awash with sea salt
Surely i will fail
But in failure i will learn
It is a condiment for success
For surely
Every balloon can fly
If we can just try

My son is a Doctor
My daughter is a Lawyer
I want you to be a Pilot
She will make a great Accountant
The Porters plan you distorted
But HE awaits you
Your time in judgement you'll have
For every was created for a purpose

On the part of self-discovery
Many destinies are tired to mine
Therefore i must manifest
On land the Cheetah reigns
The Sailfish dominates the sea
While the Eagle rules the sky
Each operating in their timezone and space

If you are in my shoes
You have a voiceless voice
Don't worry
Your time will come
Even if they pretend all is well
Play the fool and breast the tape
It will all end in praise

This torment is but for a while
Then you can gift it to them
Your certificates and laurels
Only then can follow your path
Like a Bird iniquitously caged
And fly to the sky
Where creativity and talent reigns supreme