"wacked" poems
And when I met that girl in San Francisco
Off a dusty little pier
with rotting wood
and squawking seals
And screaming bayside wind
She caught me off-tropics
and danced with the grace
of a palm tree
lines between the quaked
concrete
off telegraph avenue
On an obscuring Sunday morning
and no
she didn't go
to church or any silly thing
like a temple or synagogue
She said those were no places
for god
God was the trees
We smoked cigarettes and got off to each other's
carcinogenic practices
oxidizing a little faster in conjunction with hopeful
Formaldehyde
Deriding the formalities
of small talk and trivialities
She liked her guitars with nickel-wound strings
I with nylon
But I couldn't play songs
that sounded any good with them
while she could
and did.
and girl did it ever sound good
She'd laugh at the contests on the radio
while we drove on a half-moon
to half-moon
full and whole of ourselves
We'd stopped in the lobby of a cheap motel
And waltzed to background
muzak
wacked out of our minds
Sniffing in deep huffs of subliminal
divinity
Understanding
loving
that mind-numbing
monotony
muzak...
ppsh.
Who ever really listened to that?
And then she left
at the end of one fine winter day
in a cloudless sky I waved
watched her plane
skip off
towards the edge of a pale blue horizon
back south
to warmer climes
to wherever she truly stayed
The tugging on my heartstrings
chimed grotesque in
precise
D minor.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
I know a lot of eve's and some get naked
But, I got drunk somehow after shopping and banking
Now I don't need no how on keep waking up wasted
I shot him in his brain and sliced his neck
I wacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
Now it's Christmas Day, I have him here
He's hung in my backyard. Oh, what a deer!
Today's a holiday. We'll serve what's near.
And Rudolph's venison will bring on cheer
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
I'm slicing jerkey
I'm slicing meat
I'm cutting steaks
I'm slicing lean
I cut his brains out
Threw them away
His guts and his *****
Have been turned into hay
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
There's no room for a butterfly
in this half-wacked world he's created.
He even ***** the color out
Of rainbows after rain, destroying
Both foliage and flower;
Now nothing sacred has a place to land.
He just wants to keep this butterfly
pinned on display, to study it, deny it freedom.
But when it escapes, (and it will)
it will find beauty again
far away from his captive world.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
What is happening to me I thought as I lay on the marble floor.I had no idea of where I was or how I got there !It must be a dream I quietly soliloquized.
My head felt like a thousand talking drums had been set in motion.The beats were in such dis-harmony that my head began to twirl in response.
I tried to get up to take some aspirin ,only to find out I couldn't move.I was tied to a chair.Just then did reality hit me -i had been kÍdnapped ...but who was my captor?
A question that sent my mind on a reverse mission.Fortunately, I recalled the episode and realised my drink had been spiked with whatever it was and I was taken away from where I seemed to have been having fun
'alone'.
Something had told me not to go back to my drink after the phone call but I neglected that voice.
My captors were definitely lurking around waitin for me to awake.I had to put up a fight with them no matter what. Thank God I had acquired some 'taikwando' skills way back.I hope it comes in handy this time!
Wait a minute! I'm dead drunk again,and I'm lying on my marble porch right next to my rocking chair.So no captors! but just my drunken imagination!!! 'I'll pass the night here' I said to my wacked-up mind. I'll be sober in the morning and maybe just maybe I'll say 'asta lavista' to the drinks.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
The tranquil light
In the quiet night
Allows me to escape
To take a break
The silhouette of the waning moon
Bring a sense of peace
To this wacked out world
Through the eyes
of a child to old for her age
A broken girl
Who stays unspoken
The silent girl
She has her dreams
She looks guidance
Her world is timeless
The night whispers to her
The illusion of dealing
with all her emotions
Leads to commotion
Her desperate devotion
To a night who never loved her back.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Like my finicky constrictor with one third of his body
Erected up like the Eiffel Tower he looks to the top
Waiting for the next meal to be delivered to satisfy
When the pain becomes too much to bare
On the move he goes searching for the next treat
Around in circles is all he can do confined in a glass music box
When normally even in nature they just lay and wait
I too am like that serpent that suffocates and then consumes
Waiting for that early morning call to start my day off
Too start it on the perfect note don’t matter what side of the bed
Finding myself at the pumps to go the extra mile I see out in the distance
I know of a place, heart is banging ever so hard here I come now
As if a pitcher on his dirt mound flexing before his throw
First pitch makes it a fast ball then I run to the plate to try and hit it
Strike one! Too fast, bases are loaded ninth inning uneven score series at stake
Second pitch makes it a slow ball and uses precision, articulate the words this time
Ran again and missed now Nero’s stadium of the dead is chanting, “Send Us Home!”
You can do it; I’m doing it for the home team that is all that is on your mind
Like my bag of tricks I pull out another, I’ll show them who spits out diamonds when he talks
Last and final pitch I send out a curve ball ran ever so fast and grabbed my club
Looked to the heavens and wacked a GRAND SLAM sending the dead to home, we won!
I know someday later I must follow, till then I’ll take my time rounding the bases
Smelling all the flowers and listening to the melody of birds along the way
For I look at people different now and I take time to look at all of them in their eyes.
(CARSr. 5-16-12)
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I'm waiting for the messages to be sent back, rejected. My hair unkept, heart wrecked. Smothered in the spilt coffee, because the nerves are bad again. Eating something so gross, you have to throw everything back up. I can't watch tv, or start a new series of books, I tell my brain im not ready for that commitment. So I'll sit, as cars pass by. I met an old lady, who saw the Grand Canyon seven times. My mom screamed," I'm losing my mind" I shut the door & walked away. There's no adventure, left inside. Just a catacomb of lost secerets, I'll die & die each day. But smile with a unearthly sernity. I like listening to people's wacked out theories about the universe. It's like doing **** on acid, while drinking ***** on the highway. Going 78. Even though you're only 19. This is a one way street, and baby im speeding.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Wishy washy
wondering
why
whine
this is me all the time
welcome to my world
my chaos
my prison
wanting
waiting
for pure joy
hold me tight don't let me go
let me feel your warmth
watching
working
whispers
all night you by my side
I want you as my guy
walls
weak
wishing
years of fear have made things so unclear
writing
wrongs
wiping tears
willing
wild
without
these emotions are out of control
wacked
wisdom
waving goodbye
WOMAN WITHOUT WORDS
this is absurd
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Wicked, wacked,
Watch as we about-face this perfect paring because
about now
the timer ive set will be going off and, GOD knows, we CANT brown the silly crust this time. ***** Fake ghosts and roaming shores, pack them and go $i die$ somewhere with more tranquil winds, quiet skies. Earth, with you i have coalesced- alas, fae tongues have yet to forget to grab ankles and pull.
I apologize for the imprints of my claws.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Young
Easy
Older
Tough
Old
Easy
You learn from your mistakes.
Life knowledge increases as you grow.
But then what?
You know all these facts at the age of death.
In this society no youngin' wants to listen to me.
They rather watch cartoons,
That make no sense to thee.
Okay,
So the cat got wacked in the head,
But wears the message?
It makes me want to cry in bed.
Why create such a thing with no meaning?
Life has meaning,
But slowly drifting away.
You ask yourself,
Why should I live another day?
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I can't figure out
if I'm supposed to be
an oddball Eros-laced
poetic artist of sorts
this revolutionary
evolution redesigner
with wake-the-fuck-up
typographic punches
or a sower of seedlings
via silly rhymes scheming
with wacked-out visualizations
for story-time imaginations
to mold future generations
ideally,
I want to do all three...
praying for the mind
time and energy
to manifest all
I can
Be
(including
rocking the ****
outta this day job
that's molding me
into a better model
who knows how to float
merrily upon her dreams
obsoleting false me)
happythankUmoreplease
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
Hold up hold up
I see the world corrupt
Since
I took a sip of the potion
I gotta swole up
Mobs like Luciano
Sound the instrumental
Watch the vocals turn detrimental
Servin' peens
Lyrically dumpin'
Out my magazine
You who I be
Straight wizardy
Fools thought i was soft
But I was taught
Combat so now I sinbad
Chased afta things
I never had
I scarfaces like Brad feel the brass
If you wanna be put on
Your ***
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Yosef the don
The only one
Puttin' suckas through pun
And stun
Any poems
I'm so deep you'll love em
They wanna keep me
Bound but I'm above em
Drowning competitions
So I shove em
Out the scene
Puffin nature's green
Still wear guess baggy jeans
I'm old school ghetto as
Rallo
Many claim leadership
But they just follow
Others after creeds
I been a soldier
So I know when ******** feeds
Greeds
Made from a ***** deeds
Romance without finance
Is a slim chance
Its stuck in a fire with the devils dance
Fools out with open hands
Reeady take a reprimand
But I stand strong even grippin'
The slim
Knockin out flakes the world is mine
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
I walk the road I chose to follow.
Playing ***** screamed your shot is wacked? How to escape the truth you don't want to show your real self.
Like a shadow your self image lies like spray painting a broken angery mind that won't admit weight from wrong.
Insanity or guilty of all your mistakes you ran instead of writing the new storie you justchews to cras an burn.
No creative ways to redeam your self.
The house if truth will make the light as bright if you speak the truth or just keep lying.
Being fake may just smash all your teeth out being fake fit you is ditch
Now it's your grave.
Being true speaking your mind making the road turn to pathes to all crazy opportunist .
Be true your own willl write society's next move.
A posey is just a flower but
A rose is the truth about your life.
A rose is a reward for guiding the broken weak lost to the next game.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Is it playing the race card
If the deck is stacked
And everything you state
Is an established fact
Michelle opened up
And almost got wacked
So we weren’t surprised
When she was attacked
Is it playing the race card
When you acknowledge
Certain social realities
Rarely taught in college
Or should all banalities
Suddenly be abolished
Because someone’s ego
Needs to be polished
Is it playing the race card
If you’re in a rut
And the cards you were dealt
Are all that you’ve got
Don’t preface your answer
With the usual but
Causing me to say
Tut tut tut
Is it playing the race card
Though politically incorrect
When it’s the only thing you have
What would you expect
It doesn’t require
A tremendous intellect
If you take pause
To stop and reflect
Cedric McClester © Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
So tired
even the wrinkles are yawning
same in the morning
what good is sleep?
I should have kept all those hours
I've slept and saved them,
I could use them now,
bags under my eyes?
guess so
and that's how I know
I am so tired
but you treat me keen
and I'll stay
mustard mean,
I am
hot and have you seen
these bags?
haha I must be warped,
if I talked like this
who in their right mind
would want to kiss
me goodnight.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC