I don’t know where it went
  I just know it’s gone
    I don’t know how it happened
      I just know I did it
        I don’t know what it even was
          I just know I miss it
            I don’t know where to go to find it
              I just know I have to try
                             ljm

By: Cedric McClester

What does it mean,
To be the greatest artist ever?
That you come up with rhyme schemes
Some people find clever?
Or, you design clothes,
That pull the cash lever?
Or, that you do other things,
Categorized as whatever?

What does it mean,
To have an ego so large,
That it becomes obvious,
That your id is in charge?
Or, you occasionally lash out
In an unseemly barrage?
Or, that you have fancy cars
Parked in your garage?

What does it mean to
Submit to Christ,
If you think what you do,
Is twice as nice?
Or, you’ve never taken
His Good Book’s advice?
And you can’t keep still
Like a bad case of lice?

What does it mean,
To be big bad and bold
Or, for that matter,
Have a million records sold?
Or, to be known
For having broken the mold
If your life is measured
By the people you’ve rolled?











Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

I love you
in so many ways

that if one way
wasn't enough,

there would still be
a thousand different ways

for me to love you.

Labels are not necessary
Making a point is
Quality will always reign supreme
Quantity does not always cut it
Unless counting is your thing
Simplicity has its place
Utilize that one
Mistakes get you on the road to improvement
Acquiring things lises its luster quickly
On the other hand people,places ,and memories
are the best reruns ever

C@rainbowchaser2019

Its times like these i wish i could just fade away. All the worries of the world just gone. I just blow away like crumbled leaves