Listen to how the spring breeze
Brush the matured buds on the trees,
And the humming birds’ melodies
Tease for the summer’s reign.

Watch as the times change;
As humanity rearrange their appearance
To phase into the next state –
When the sun and the moon
Are the only things that remain the same.

Reach out and touch, what once use to be brittle air;
Embrace, but let go of, a season that you can no longer repair –
Inhale the aroma of a new beginning,
And exhale with purpose
To use the opportunity you are given.

We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

Above all else, I felt complete.
They were confused - thought me eerie –
But they were vastly intrigued.
Because to them,
That which appeared to be chaos,
I found to be peace.

Eventually,
You’ll realize that I left
Solely because I didn’t know
How to love you
The way that you
Deserve to be loved.

Let not thy purest face deceive me,
For I wish not to stumble as I stride after you;
And lock within your heart that which I crave dearly,
Till I be Man enough to prove, that you are my everything –
Everything to lose.

By:: Cedric McClester

Woe to the sons and daughters
Of Flint Michigan
Who under the Governor’s orders
Were forced to drink
The unclean waters
From their local lake
Which was lead contaminated
For heaven’s sake

Woe to a governor who ignored
The overwhelming evidence
Which he could ill afford
But he did anyway
So rest assured
It will come back
To haunt him
Now he’s under attack

Woe to those who bathed and drank
From the polluted waters
Dark and dank
So the Governor could save money
To put in the bank
And now they have him
To point to and blame
Because the children will never be the same

Woe to the future that is uncertain
For the young and the old
Who are under the curtain
Of the after affects
Confused and hurting
From what they ingested
Water that should have been tested
That ultimately proved to be infested



Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

Scribe until you cannot
Scribe no more!
Scribe until your fingers break
And fall to the floor!
Then pick them up and stitch them back on,
And Scribe!
Until you cannot Scribe no more!