Oh this pain
withers me
to my old bones
I wish I had a hand to hold
but every man that touches me
eventually turns ice cold
I always have to fly on my own
til I find the warm heart
That I'll make my home
then maybe
I'll learn to be happy
and warm
safe from harm
But right now
I'm lonely
with love
losing it's charm
I feel the familiar feeling
reeling up to the goodbye
I don't know what to do
So I just let it lie in silence
And I give up my reliance
Wait in defiance of how we will become you and me.
How I'll try to forget your name
That will scar my heart
As another one, who I believed could be the one.
And I'll remember how I said I love you,
And you didn't say a thing.
And I'll give up on what we had between us.
Kick myself for caring to much.
And brush it off, and be strong.
But maybe, I am the one who is wrong.

992

The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like ***** upon a Floor—

just an ode a eulogy to the man who
brought us "Ziggy Stardust" .
"Starman"  and so many more great songs.
David Bowie ,David Jones
rest in peace.
You spent your life creating
reinventing.
"Planet earth is Blue and there is nothing I can do"

By: Cedric McClester

I heard the news
And it was numbing
Cuz so few of us
Saw it coming
The icon had
A sad homecoming
To a funeral dirge
And muffled drumming

Bowie dead at 69
Yet again reinvented
Read the headline
Now he belongs
To the annals of time
The rarest of treasures
You will find
It’s so sad that he’s crossed the line

I can’t imagine
Where to start
Was he an artist,
Or was he art?
A master of
The record chart
From Paris France
To Germany’s Stuttgart

And now the world
Must say farewell
To the clanging of
A cathedral’s bell
But he left music
To compel
Those of us
Who wished him well























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

No matter what new trick he tried
A new deodorant or mouth freshener
Sideburns, swagger or rascally scowl
She yawned, wore her pretty little frown
And swore that he was playing the gem
When he was just another line in her poem

No matter what new-fangled idea he brought
She told him plain and square in caustic words
He wasn’t an iota of what she wanted or sought
So he went back to nights of pining and misery
And morning vigils for the postman’s delivery
Hoping to be more than just another line in her poem

Thinking and believing he could leave and learn
He went abroad to build his sunken profile
In places where none could ever him deride or stifle
Since there’s always some safety in anonymity
But when finally he landed on their shores again
He was still not more than just another line in her poem

So let's live and learn to read the writing on the wall
No matter what; and no matter how this order might be tall
For it matters not what fantasies or novelties you conjure
From what exotic lands or eccentric peoples far and wide
She remains spoken for by the high ideals of her imagination
And you forever will be just another line in her waspish poem