"corrupter" poems
the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason
fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn
to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail
to unhope
and all of this minus the mercy
©Jason Cole
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
why does the monster have to come out of the shadows
why have i become this evil being with no cause
is it because i fail and i have decided to Take whats mine
Choices we make reflect our actions trust me i am not your savior i am completely a demon to your parents eyes
the Corrupter which is false oh well past is past because i am a dark soul but i am still caring and will forever Love is a sick sick feeling full of idiotic happiness and false reality sky high then your on the ground broken in half
Aren't all of man kind carry a black spot that is pure evil pure sick twisted hunger for revenge and the craving of wanting more and more
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
I keep on telling the truth,
You know, like you never do.
I call you by name and say
All I say about you is true.
I wrote poems about you,
What the hell do you want?
You ignore all I have said
You ignore all my taunts.
I want you to sue me
Then with proof that you lie
The world can finally rest
And bid you goodbye
As they drag your fat ***
Off to Leavenworth jail
Where you won’t have Twitter,
Internet or even email.
I hope you get convicted
As the Corrupter In Chief
Because you are nearly
The worst kind of public thief.
You steal from the poor
And have kidnapped children,
And you think your cowardice
Is a secret and is hidden.
Daily I hope someone intelligent
Will go sue you for defaulting
On the promises you made us
That have been obviously insulting.
You broadcast your hatred for us if we
Are not rich, perverted Republicans.
Now you are reversing all the good
That decent people have done.
I am ashamed of the millions
Who act like you are Jesus
When it’s as plain as your nose
You are like an obese Rhesus.
I’m sorry so many people are nuts,
Too weak-minded to recognize
What an ugly fate for America
You are unveiling before their eyes.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
She wonders why she wants more
More of what she shouldn’t have
Like poison or acid in her lungs
She should not want this
She should not want him
He is the poison running through her
The acid that’s tormenting her mind
She feels his presences inside of her
But yet she does not worry
She likes the feeling of losing hope
Of losing self respect
She does not care of what she sees herself as
But of what he sees in her
His eyes burn into her soul
They have corrupted in more ways than one
And therefore will lie forever
In her veins, in her mind and in her heart
She will look back on those days
And try to see what she saw in him
She will see nothing
But only remember of what he did
His kiss, his touch, his lips lingering along her neckline
All these will come back to her
And she will not mind
For her veins, and her mind, and her heart
They will all want it back
But now it will be to late
She has grown up and seen what he really is
A corrupter of the mind
Of the heart and of the veins that run threw her system
He will be there forever
And there’s nothing she can do
But she does not mind
For she wants him
No matter how he has possessed her
And has ruined her forever
She still wants the devil
And he still wants her soul
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Uncomfortable days
And sleepless nights
He eats their souls
In tiny bites
While promoting the
Supremacy of whites
The kind of controversy
In which he delights
They find themselves
Acquiescing
To various things
That he’s addressing
It takes a while for them
To learn their lesson
After they’ve become
One of his possessions
In good time
No one denies
Everything he touches
Eventually dies
Or becomes someone
For him to despise
With reputations tattered
Otherwise
If he’s not Satan,
Who is he then?
A corrupter
Of women and of men
Who swallows their souls
Like only he can
Which his victims
Eventually understand
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC