"fabricator" poems
Love in essence is the value of dust beating along the dunes of oblivious desert
I see the shores of neglect beating along the desolate beaches
solitude is crashing through my ever weary soul
the lively feeling of the ever brilliant sun
pierces my visions of incantations
sounds of voices coming up from the chasm
speaking of the love long lost in the midnight
beating drums of the sinful fabricator haunt me now in my waking hour
only in shame and anguish i shall flee
how queer that one must think about the inner feelings of alienation and self doubt
I feel like I’m in this rapid change of emotion as time goes merrily by
The lucid point of my journey in this ever changing existence is nothing but an illusion for vanity and self hatred
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
I much prefer the sadness.
though overwhelming, choking
it is rooted in love, in remembering
in the loss of something real, tangible, beautiful.
The anger is much worse, wicked
a fabricator of the truth:
that it didn't matter to you
and maybe never did.
I'll take salt water filling my lungs
burning, flailing, gasping for air
if it meant never forgetting you
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
Spider with hair down to there.
Hips out to there.spinning tall tales that glisten like
Golden beams.
Fabricator with no recollection ....lost her sense of....long ago. But
Lie to me Darling.
Feel me tugging on your string...... wrap me tightly in your cocoon daily and nitely.
Lie to me. And I will make you swoon.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
Do we
Live in a world that we didn't even choose
Utopia, Dysphoria, War Zone?
Or stay
Safe in a place that is nestled within a womb
Placenta, Myopia, Safe Home?
Or should we
Stay in a county with possesions we own
Dictator, Fabricator, Planes drone?
Can't speak
A language that was created by us unknown
Metaphorical, Native, Foul tongue?
Is there
A Universe that we by chance could exist
Uninvited, Alien, Pesty Guest?
Or would
A world of full of boundaries let me find
A Nation, Peace, Permanent home?
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
trump - hide and run for headline cover before armageddon
arc de triomphe interesting facts
if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ***
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Let's talk about today
I was stuck in my dismay
Anxious, trapped and sick
****** with a candlestick
I was a moth to her flame
I'll never trust her again
Victim or perpetrator
You are the fabricator
In the chapel, He's not there
Why is life so unfair
I'm on my bended knee
Why did you pick on me
It hurts and I am scared
Impotent, struck, impaired
I wear my cross and pentagram
For you maybe real or a sham
I guard against your cursed ways
I feel threatened by your gaze
I need to keep myself safe
With my reason and my faith
Now I see you for what you are
I've seen your full repertoire
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
yes I am a liar
I'm a lot of things
coming clean
isn't me
I keep my secrets stuffed inside my pockets
can't catch me red-handed
you said you love me
that's nothing
would you lie for me
would you ever hate me
I trust everyone
so they can trust me
don't look behind my mask
I always come back
tomie's inside
my poems are rotten
I'm the poisoned fruit
this is my getaway
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
I work a lot
And I write when im off
I sit around and think
that im pretty well off
my mother calls me daily
and my brother is in the navy in cali
my bro works for harley
And im the writer
Every christmas I share one of my trending poems
And this only happens when I come home
my dad he's a fabricator
and he tells me and my brothers
anything can be created
if you just make it
Don't let someone else make it
before you
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Call me a hater
But Trump is a traitor
Who’d like to be a dictator
Or a George Washington
Our nation’s pater
Though we should call him
A thin ice skater, or better yet
A democracy deflator
Call me a hater
Or an avid debater
But Trump is an alienator
Who right from the start
Wanted to keep us apart
And he seems to have succeeded
He’s what his base needed
I have conceded
Call me a hater
More or less, an instigator
Or something much greater
One who tells the truth
Because he has the proof
And without a doubt
Plainly lays it out
In a whisper or shout
Call me a hater
Not a fabricator
Or an exaggerator
Unlike a hell-bent
Kind of President
Who betray his oath
And shows no growth
As a product of both
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC