Guilt*
It consumes me

I fornicated with sin
That bore fruit
To A child called Guilt

In my stomach it grows
It consumes me
Slowly
Ever so slowly
Eating a piece of me

I tried to erase
The evidence of sin

Five months
It took five months
To cut it open
Sliced through flesh
Amidst the blood that drowned
Guilt was out in the open

Guilt with crying
Trying to understand what was happening
An entire new world was before him

I thought I could erase it
The evidence of sin

But guilt was smiling on me
I could not dare bury

My guilt

I could not

So I decided
To forever live with *Guilt

I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips

I have no idea, really.
I am a Northman; my blood is
Used to leaders

Of a different kind.
My heart and efforts placed
Before strong wills and

Absent egos.
All for the best of the tribe.
A fan of no human,

No single lie forgiven.
No hidden agenda  
Either.

When the longest spear of
Ridicule is thrown, make sure
No one raises

A shield strong enough to
Give Donald time to
Duck.

I ask myself, observing the
Battles of the infants, are there any
Grown-ups here

At all?
We're dealing with the fate of our
Children.

So much more our flesh and
Blood than anything
Animated.

By: Cedric McClester

Terror claimed in Islam's name
Is at best misguided
Because terrorist abandon Islamic understanding
When they make that claim
Despite the Middle East, Islam stands for peace
Suicide and ******'s not condoned
Though some choose to use it
And in so doing abuse it
Thus inventing a religion of their own
Chances are none to slim that a true Muslim
Could ever think the terror is allowed
When there is ample proof of the Qu'ranic truth
What is haram can never be halal


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.

I t is a way of life.
S urrendering one's will to one and only God.
L oyal and loving towards your parents and kins.
A dmonishing evil and inviting towards good.
M uhammad(pbuh) is the last messenger of God should be the belief.

You are the only thing to remind me
that I can feel more than
just numb. An empty room with you
is ecstasy and I don't need much more than your skin to know
I need you with me.
Watch me as I strip
my soul down to its core
to see the mirroring light
emanating into you, glistening in the amber of your eyes. The sun
granted us love and you are my moon,
the branches in my palms,
the sky in my eyes.
You are there until my years depart, when the earth splits, when light becomes air
I want to be with you when all turns to dust and I will kiss you when the sun rises, when dawn becomes anew in my next life

Old enough to be grateful for what you've provided for me.

Old enough to take care and think for myself.

Old enough to say farewell to you.

And old enough to know I am still afraid of losing you.