I will never be
your American dream. Do not compare me to your trophies; they disgust me. I am flesh not your meat I am brain cells do not exploit me (It's not working, it never was). You blind fool decide for you and I for me; get your nose out of my junk. When you attempt to impress me it doesn't impress me. What is it you think you are seeing? How come that is what you choose to believe in? You find it fun to talk women down I'd find it fun if you were no longer around.
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A list of lost poetry
Lies on my bed stand and An archive of memories Rests in your hand tonight Another sob story To another break up song Another solitary cigarette To another, “I knew better all along” So, rather than the ladder I’ll minimalize farther yet Until I can’t believe in anything and I manage to forget She skipped the song and Got right along to her favourite verse She said she practiced, but forgot to rehearse She says, “I hope I’ll be up to par, tonight” She looked so fragile against my skin My favourite probably was The time when I Believed the lie What a pleasure it was to succumb What a pleasure it was to feel alive What a pleasure it is to say I forgot to say good bye She said it’s a control thing Something that looks grim in the right kind of light and I’m an eye sore to the onlooker I guess I never worried much about that Somewhere between wish I may and Wish I might Somewhere between The fire and The flame Somewhere in between everything I forgot to feel anything at all I was never what you hoped I would be but You have to admit, I did try I tried everyday to give you something to believe but I understand that some things Just aren’t up to me Some things you have no choice but To sweep underneath and The floor’s starting to lose shape Under the weight of things She knew the horizon, it wouldn’t change anything We run from our geographical locations Thinking that our region will change Our core being Created in God’s image, we are foolish creatures by nature We ride on hope that’s never been validated by anything We dig our fingers into the sand and revel in our pipe dreams She’s praying against all odds that her rod Isn’t the one that gets struck by lightening “I’m not ready,” she said “How can I let go, When I don’t even know where I’ve been?” At the end of the night She lit a cigarette She watched her smoke Billow into the sky She tucked her laces into her shoes and Brushed off her jeans She picked her keys up off the ground Then she leaned in, and kissed me good night
By: Cedric McClester
When it’s more than about A club full of **** And we run out of toe tags Or body bags To identify the dead And we’ve half mast the flags Will we face the ***** Low Down I’m thinking Bozz Scaggs What you gonna say then About your right to bare arms Have you joined the militia Or succumb to the charms Or an errant gun lobby Who don’t give a care About how many die As if they’re unaware Our right to live Should trump any amendment Because it’s real basic And also ascendant It makes me wonder Why some are dependant Upon assault weapons Like a kind of appendage When it’s more than about People some might hate Or minimalize Like they’re second rate I wonder what then Will be the debate Around sensible gun laws See I cannot wait Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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