Here’s the bouquet you say you deserve

After all that you’ve been through
Here are some flowers

Symbolic of whatever
I couldn’t care less

It’s on the table next to the dinner that you said I never cook

Off center is a hallmark card about how I don’t love you enough
But should

We are stagnant like holy water
Which is stage three in the second half of a relationship  
according to Knapp’s Model

I did the math and researched the reasons why we don’t work anymore

Here is the math

Sometimes

I is less than or equal to U

Not that

I could or ever should be greater than U

|But I want our equality to not be a battle to maintain|

We don’t need each other anymore

I don’t need you like I don’t need teeth in my *******

And you don’t need me
Like an extra head on your shoulder hanging so heavy

So here are your flowers
Here is your dinner
Here is you apology letter to the both of us
For how long it took for me
To tell you to go

It’s simple math

It’s 20 minutes over dinner in silence
+3 bags I’ve packed for you
+1 20 minute drive to your friend’s house

It’s the remainder of me
When the fractions don’t fit
And I want to be whole

This is me becoming whole

The square root of dying to an over-exaggerator

Maybe you deserve flowers

I deserve to deal with life in whole numbers

I’ve fallen from your fractions
Been rounding out my edges
And I’m almost done

Now go

And leave me to the simple math of being alone

Believe me when I say
I am an above average equivocator;
A hyperbolic exaggerator;
But I love to listen to the experts,
Their promises of love, wealth, justice.
Now, I'm also a reflective skeptic,
Remembering in tranquility and such.
And the wellies fit well.

Her mind is as loud as a whistle blow
I can see it in her smirk
As we talk over dinner

I hear her silent sarcasm
I’m not psychic
But her wheels turn quickly enough
That I know to be ready to dive into the dirt
And out of her path

I hear her train comin’
See the coals burn in her eyes
The way her eyelashes flicker flakes of cinder away

I feel one fall on my arm
It singes my arm hair
It smells like the square-root of burning bodies to an over exaggerator

This feels like

People who have prayed in silence
And caught fire
Because they were begging for the answers
Before the bomb went off

They are souls who have been told
Praying is a waste of time
Wondering is a waste of time
You don’t always get answers when you ask for them
You don’t always get answers when you ask for them

Sometimes you’re lied to

Souls who have to learn to accept
The helpless agenda of living

Whatever happens was supposed to happen
If it wasn’t
We wouldn’t be here

Ready for the fire
Ready for the whistle blow
Ready for the hog-tie train track love she has to offer

I ask
Do you still love me?

She picks up her glass of wine
Sips it
Leaves a stain of lipstick on the rim

She says
I do

She says
I do

By: Cedric McClester

Call me a hater
But Trump is a traitor
Who’d like to be a dictator
Or a George Washington
Our nation’s pater
Though we should call him
A thin ice skater, or better yet
A democracy deflator

Call me a hater
Or an avid debater
But Trump is an alienator
Who right from the start
Wanted to keep us apart
And he seems to have succeeded
He’s what his base needed
I have conceded

Call me a hater
More or less, an instigator
Or something much greater
One who tells the truth
Because he has the proof
And without a doubt
Plainly lays it out
In a whisper or shout

Call me a hater
Not a fabricator
Or an exaggerator
Unlike a hell-bent
Kind of President
Who betray his oath
And shows no growth
As a product of both








Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019  All rights reserved.

Neither a feminist nor an exaggerator,
Just in search, where was the flaw made by the creator?
Heard of talks on equality!.....Hey!Now listen!
See real and remain anchored to the reality.

So now let's assume it's her fault,
I'm not saying she can't commit one!
I'm not saying she's always the victim!

But once she was shocked to hear,
"It's your smile or better call it the other way...
It is when you laugh among people,
Which creates the whole issue,
And this is why "people" stalk you."

How hilarious is that , now she cannot even guide her own smiles.
It's fine, it happens once in a lifetime,
And they won't see the same old girl next time.

Clearly, because the solutions offered were as follows.....
1- avoid ......No?...Well you have
                                 another one
2-ignore........Pretty yea??....No? Go for
                                             the next then!
3-neglect...... And the last which is in
                         trend these days..
4-block!!!!!!