You come
Into my
Life with
A perfect smile
For my lonely heart
I've found my
Love your beautiful
Your bright smile
Your Smile
Has light up
My lonely heart.

With all creation,
Comes responsibility, necessity.
A purpose which drives those to do good, do better.
A turning point for those who have lost,
All meaning in themselves and their abilities to push beyond.
The creation of some thing, or someone.

Each of us, with our own plans in mind,
Has tried at some point,
To create something in recognition of our minds.
This explains the automobile or a plane,
Creations which bring back a thought of,
Well who made it? Or
Who thought of this idea?
The funny thing is that,
Even an idea can be considered creation,
Its not just a life form or a simple statement.
Creation comes with responibility in all its nature,
A reason to strive to do better.

The sun did come up bright today
After the dark election
And we did go grocery shopping...

Though it rained
The immediate day
Next to the announcement
Of the results...
God was sad too...

The baton has been passed on
And let us see
How well he runs...

Be alert
And keep smiling
The world is not
Coming to an end...

Be ready to voice your opinions
On whatever happens
Now onwards...
Do not cry.

God is listening
And everything
Will gradually
Turn okay.

One day
I will be your refugee
I will be your migrant child
I will be the one
Knocking on your door

No warm croissants
No safe train rides to work
No comfy sofas
No birthday cards and presents

One day I will be your refugee
A homeless traveller
Seeking asylum
Longing for safety
Searching for humanity

One day
One day

One day
You will be my refugee
And you will come to me for help

You will reach out your hand for money
For something to eat
For a roof over your head
You will ask me for a shelter
For your family

And my door will be open to you
I promise

So are you in?
Or are you out?

What lifetime are you in
In this lifetime?

Are you one of the lucky ones?
One of the us’s?
Or one of the them’s?

One day
We will all have our part to play

In need
Or helper

How we play
Is our legacy

By: Cedric McClester

This is breaking news
We all have the blues
Because of what they chose
When everybody knows
All he's done is lied
He's not qualified
But he wouldn't relent
Now he's the President

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Don't you find it strange
That a man who is deranged 
Would take everything
Including the brass ring
He came out on top
Though we thought he'd be stopped
Besides asking who knew
What we gonna do

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have  guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Now Hillary's been dumped'
Guess you could say that she's been *******
But that's the way the cookie crumbles
When you're caught in certain rumbles

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Life has got to still go on
Even when your heart is torn
We must all hope for the best
Even if we get much less
And in spite of our dilemma 
Hope may still come in a glimmer
So despite where we're now at
We've got to hold on to that








Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.

The
Cast iron Bells of Rome
Clashed and clinged
Oh load
The
Scent of joy
Was in the air
Above
Our heads
The
Place called earth

White middle-class men.
I've heard them
Referred to, as the trans-emasculated.
Then the great white wave of women
Found him appealing, and then irresistable.
Hands down.
Who could hear the leaners, whispering,
Not daring to utter a name too loud,
Without bell, book and candle.
Surrogate or subrogation.
Rich in image, and derogatory by degrees.
Sugar Daddy, or real Daddy.
Enigmatic.
And I, being a ******,
And not in need of support,
Followed her,
Then raised my hands
In supplication and prayer.