"restate" poems
A conflict crippling beyond my will,
My mind, my own capacity,
Abating to the point of dread
A broken soul, now broken inanity
The words I can't resist to restate
Again and again and about
Can I have the will to keep it--
The meaning, now to saturate
I sit in my muddled state of disarray
Contemplating the worst--
Or perhaps,
Just honesty
I love my scattered, esoteric mind
I love to squirm as I think at night
Alone, I know, not just in presence
But in ethos, judgement, sense--all the rest,
Still who can help but want another
A mind to love for lonely days
Any mind vaguely the same, just wise
Who could think in ways of deep insight
Can both be given?
In my life of ungraciousness
My world of willful sorrow
My feeble ways of petty days
A weight held fast in the heart
That's what my conflict is made of.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
a foreboding
photograph
startles to memory
our war's beginning..
this named entanglement
darkened and dampened
the frivolity
the expected brevity
of our war with ourselves..
a blood soaked becoming
of machinery and death..
the foreground a
cannon on wheels
replicated in the distance
and we assume
again and again..
these engines of conflict
dominate a distant
'tho insistent background..
the sun's
fiery reflection on
an expectant treeline..
coupled with sky
turbulent and echoing
the cannon's
forthright entrance
with purpose unmasked..
this our battle of
separation for reunion
a Manassas pattern
oft repeated through
all of these
our rebirthing years..
flanking and horses
surprise encircling
a wall of stone..
agony and sorrow
the fever of war..
all to reframe
then to restate
our collective.. sacred
I Am...
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
Could I ***** us up more?
Doubtful my love
Seeing as you haven't noticed, i'll let you know;
I don't know what i'm doing
It's been seven or so months
Three break downs
one breakup
and one day where we got back together
I broke when we broke
I cried for you and for me
but for different reasons
I cried for me because I hurt you and you because you hurt
I only cried once for missing you
I felt it
I ate the feeling whole
But i only let it leave me once
So what does that mean
it means you should hate me
before I ***** us up worse
because, seeing as you haven't noticed, I am a bad girl for you.
I'll break your heart with the words I say
the honest ones that you hate
The ones that tell you we're so **** young
and the future is so far away
When I tell you i'm scared of long distance because,
lets face it, how will that work?
I'll see you once a month maybe while you're at college
with girls and boys who will want you
And I want you to want them so what does that say?
Should I think that while i'm your girlfriend?
I just want you happy and healthy and fulfilled
and I don't know how I can do that for you
Remember when we got back together?
The stipulation of it all?
You would wait for me to catch up to you
but i think you forgot about that
Or maybe it was a miscommunication
You thought those few days we weren't together
helped me to grow and prepare myself
for what you want as your eternity.
But I don't want the same as you want for us
I want to pass my AP US History exam
and get a high A in math
and I would like to spend time with my best friend who hates you
And you want us to live happily ever after
but that vague notion isn't enough
it needs to be a plan, written out
a plan that sounds sweet but poisoned us once.
And if it comes back why do you think
it won't be poison again?
I can see you bringing it back to us now
trusting it all so blindly.
I love you my dear as far as i'm aware
though I have been told several times over
that what I feel is not love
i'm not even near to it yet
So if that is true, let me restate it;
I care for you the most that I can
the most I have ever
and the most I will for a while
I hope that is enough for you
because deities know I want you to be happy
And you say I make you the happiest you have ever been
so instead of letting that scare me, I will try to be flattered.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
*Biden come and goeth now , quickly doth he run
Whilst wielding compulsions deadly smoking gun,
Coercing this allies need to restate
Defiance to China’s political take
Of tactical ****** in the South China Sea
And belligerence spat…. when we all disagree.
Like meat in the sandwich we twitch and we squirm
When thrown on the spot like an early bird’s worm,
Risking primary markets of pine tree and milk
Midst Asia’s burgeoning tourism’s ilk?
Kiwifruit’s sales meeting China’s demand….
Risk all this ….for America’s leveraged command?
Do we sit on the fence in a balancing act?
Or throw caution to wind, redress or retract?
Do we hang like the Swiss in neutralities’ air
Attracting contempt…. as both parties stare?
With superpower leverage approaching white heat
The decision demands that we’re quick on our feet!
A questionable pleasure to dwell in this spot
When the wrong moves consequence, clearly has got,
Too disastrous an outcome for Kiwis to call
Should China’s great markets vanish and fall?
Or the Western Big Brother’s umbrella withdraw
Leaving us, militarily, adrift once more?
Strong armed tactics, they both brandish here,
The quandary posed is starkly clear….
Shall we tip toe through the tulips, soft,
Or tell them all to.... GO GET LOST?*
M.
23 July 2016
Auckland N.Z.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
By:Cedric McClester
They smoke, they drink
And fornicate
Then claim a religion
That they must hate
While trying to form
A new caliphate
Made up of gullible people
Led by an apostate
He’s studied Qu’ran
And got a degree
But routinely misleads
Muslim wannabes
By proselytizing
He makes ‘em agree
With his twisted logic
On how things should be
At the risk of redundancy
Let me restate
What I’ve said before
He’s an apostate
With his own religion
That’s comprised of hate
And most of the uumah
Does not relate
Some call him Sheikh
Other imam
But I call him apostate
Cuz I don't give a ****
Despite all his followers
Who’ve been programmed
Into believing his dogma
See they've just been scammed
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
I'm sorry for confusing you so,
Trying to restate what we both already know,
I did hesitate,
Now I must contemplate,
In an inwards form that I can't show.
I'm sorry for muddling your mind,
Overstepping the role I'm assigned,
But you know you're my friend,
A bond that can't end,
Because I can't ever leave you behind.
I'm sorry for jumping the start,
For causing a reason to part,
I'm sorry for jumping the gun,
Leaving you to run,
And being an ephemeral part of your heart.
I'm sorry for acting so rude,
For not stopping even when I was cued,
And even though this list,
Is not full of my mistakes that exist,
Here is where my apology must conclude.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
in oneness of hope
we go forth
to taste the last tear
to face the last fear
indeed to cup the ear
on the cusp
of eternity's scream
bound by our fealty to reason
brought on by the savage mad-seasons
where legions of treasonous lesions
straddle continuum's seam
well versed in the precepts of sorrow
immersed in regrets of tomorrow
ingest we the beating breast
and pick the chest-bone clean
in life as in death
we resound
RE-SOUND
reverberated requiems
RESTATE
reinvigorated impetuums
RELIVE
unadulterated invectives
REVEAL
unemancipated objectives
we mustn't recoil
we shan't recant
upon words aflight
our spirits alight
in oneness of hope
we write
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
as the pages turn and our story grows
your once obvious feelings become reluctant to show
your intentions remain hidden, burried under the shelf
the edges are bent, the pages are weathered
not even a clue in the world you have yourself!
eventually, our pages together will no longer be marked
my bookmark will fall out and be torn apart
so please, not a sentence we have to wait
no fragment, paragraph, nor phrase be left out
add in your details, restate your plot
maybe our tale can end as good as we once thought
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
Origami flowers and paper cranes
cloak my desk and litter the floor,
and one more
for each day that you haven’t been mine.
But it’s fine, I’ve more paper.
So I’ll keep folding, and repeat
step one through step eight. But now
it’s getting late and I can hear you
around the corner.
So in order, I’ll rehearse step eight through
fourteen as a means to bridge
the rift at the ridge of my
mind.
I can’t afford to be alone,
adrift inside.
Because I fear if I weren’t folding this paper,
I might foolishly try to manipulate the
stars
in the deep purple sky. My nights spent
mapping a light dotted guide. Then it’s
inside reverse, crimp,
and crease, until it’s one
perfect piece of art.
I fold, in part, because I know
that without this sheet, I would aim,
in vain, to
crease time and space into pretty paper shapes
where I’d reside in the folds with you.
But I am no Asteria, and the stars
are not mine to hold.
So I continue to fold, and
restate step one through step eight
and I’ll wait for your resonance to
dissipate.
I overheard last week that you need a new hobby
and since you know it can't be me,
consider origami.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Initiate....
Bit the bait
Big rebate
******* skate
Running late
Potential mate
Blind date
Recessive trait
Ill fate
Hell's gate
Trepidate
I hate
Restate
Subjugate
Annihilate
Remediate
**********
Heart rate
Hydrate
Terminate
Clean slate....
Initiate
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Why create trouble lie in between
When your're obviously unseen
Make a mistake & it will restate it was wrong
What are feelings anymore ? can my heart hold on more
Why be upset when, all it does is make a mess?
*Can't exchange the truth with broken Well what else is there to be chosen ?
Show me what your capable of Tell me your fine with
No pain inside
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Silence and shapeless images
Dancing naked on the edge of a sword
We are spinning our breath into meager sediments
And what’s left are my only relationships
Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion
Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination
Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms
As if my soul was undergoing oxidation
It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware
We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie
A shining monotony as the moon
Lights the way to our observation towers
We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill
Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it
We are human beings doing but just barely used to using
Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination
If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations
Then must we be immaculately nascent
Or veritably complacent and understated
In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies
You have the blues and the reds too
The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration
Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations
By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows
We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics
As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets
And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands
To tell time just how we would like it to be
Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves
Are you understanding my odd way of speaking
Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations
We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake
Underlying visitations from our highest escalators
Concentrate and digest, we move forward
And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often
We are clever and undefinable formulations
Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication
I speak elated seances and fancy equations
Which underlie our negated vituperations
A Motley array of monkey business
Fizzles in the vaporous mist
It's an evaporative way of saying i love you
We are tender and tangential
We are offended by the examples you forget to administer
In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel
To reply to your confessions
Underneath the premonitions you make
Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
Dear Readers
I am no philosopher, nor had I taken any course in philosophy.
Furthermore, I have read very little though there are some philosophers who are close to my heart---Montaigne, Marcus Aurelius, Epicurus, Seneca, Epictectus, Nietzsche, Sartre, Camus and a few more.
However, I have plunged myself into the writings of Confucius, Lao-Tze (author of Tao Te-Ching) and his followers', Buddhism and Zen.
I never planned to write this 'life series'-- after having written a few,
I couldn't stop. But these were not 'forced' thoughts--it's as though they had been latent somewhere in the labyrinth of my mind--in incubation- waiting for the right time to hatch.
A writer must have honesty and integrity. I did not have a book in front of me so that I could copy an idea and then ventured to restate in my own words--all the ideas I have expressed are my own.
It's intrinsically me thinking about life and my own experiences
and my way of perceiving things.
They had been written at home, in the tram, in the library, in coffee-joints--even mentally when I had my regular walks.
No doubt, some would not agree with what I have said and I am not the least offended or unhappy in any way as such---I welcome their comments so that I could re-examine what I had expressed. I would even learn from them.
I realised right from the start that I could inadvertently stir up a hornet's nest but I was prepared to take that risk, even to the extent of
being challenged or ridiculed.
No one looks at life in the same way as we are all unique. At the same time, none has the monopoly of knowledge or wisdom--not even the brightest among us. Life is such that we could only understand some parts of it with most being unknowable. There are limits to our understanding but we don't throw our hands in the air and give up-
we are thinking creatures and are never content to stay stagnant-
it's in our nature to explore, to reach out, to understand and try to make sense of things that matter or our life would have little meaning or value- we have to push frontiers and test our limits to be able to come to our own.
It's in the light of the above that I have marshalled enough courage to
write this 'life-series'.
I sincerely hope that readers would come forward to talk to me.
My best wishes to all of you.
4th December 2017, Melbourne
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
just pick up
the pen
let it flow
just pick it up
and you will know
what needs
to be said
or rather read
someone
will read it
relate it
restate it
just grab
the pen
let it bleed
let it bleed
for you
for him
for her
for them
for us
let it bleed
altar wine
savior's blood
permanent ink
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
Recounting the times you've curled your toes in the bed you made yourself lay in.
When you repented your sins, were your fingers pressed together?
Did you get condolences?
Recant and restate your apologies, all heartfelt and hopeless.
Lie and wait for the next one you'll rope into absolution.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
Let me be clear,
I will not restate or reiterate.
I will not make clear.
I will only imply.
After all,
What good is a puzzle if it's put together for you?
I have spent many a minute weighing my options.
The wall shall come down.
Not completely mind you.
But a door shall be put in.
If you want to visit me, you are welcome.
I will do my best to be pleasant.
Just remember that a wolf's den is a dark place.
I'd like to thank you.
I'd lost my faith in humanity.
Now I see there are a few select individuals who are just as estranged as I am.
Perhaps companionship won't be my undoing.
Provided your offer still stands,
My answer has changed.
Soon? No.
Someday?
Perhaps.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC