"infringed" poems
By: Cedric McClester
It’s a shame
And the disgrace is
A neon shirt
And pink shoelaces
Resulted in an act
So tasteless
That the victim wound up
With stitches in some places
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
Why you ask
Was he under attack
Homophobia
And as a matter of fact
Though it’s not a case
Of white or black
The bottom line is
It was a hateful act
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
What people do
In my point of view
Is a matter of personal choice
Not up for review
Unless it’s hurting others
Or causes their rights to
Be infringed upon
Then ya might wanna sue
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
And here’s the thing
That I don’t get
How is what he does
Considered a threat
To anybody else
Albeit
Even those who object
Shouldn’t become upset – cos
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
.it's called pronoun usage focused upon the experience of claustrophobia, or rather, the lack of... hence: one thinks in order for one to be... unus, cogito, unus se, per ergo; these people went after grammar... not a good idea; i've had my doubts... but... i also have my... rigid beyond religious orthodoxy credos... infringed upon denials! grammar is one of them!
well...
if we're going to go about our
verbiage as we've done...
pronouns...
sorry...
i have to do this...
or rather...
one has to resort to this...
one must think / hinge on such
matters...
one must execute such...
"inconveniences"...
one must, press on such
matters...
just so, one is able...
to counter the trans- pronoun usage...
with a royal,
pronoun usage;
happy?!
go on... two is able...
two think...
figure it out... tow along;
as a Nascar wreck...
because started thinking...
is pluralism intact
pluralism... on the basis of
an isolated instance of
a disfranchised base within
the confines of He... or She?
no?
well... the royal pronoun
intervention...
as one would expect...
or rather, as one would hope so...
hello?!
i think the lunatics have run
the asylum long enough...
their supposed asylum,
formerly known as society?
not good enough...
call the guys in the white coats
that... everyone seems to fear.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
the rugged light stumbles like a foal
the juxtaposition of choice plays
between right and wrong
I recall the cup of forthrightness
infringed inherently
with the sad lady,
for what was said
was not even fair yesterday.
Watch my shoreline sand prints ebb
and decide on forgiveness if you wish.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
Conceived
By the pleasure of the flesh and
By the the discharge of a dispersed fluid, a leech-like cloth was formed.
He was conceived in warmth void, delivered into a space betwixt paradise and hell in a night of oblivion, then baptised with all impurities of hell and paradise.
Impurities infringed from all baptism, the dominant one will determine the direction of his life...
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
We’re the lunatics in this world full of normalcy. The honest liars , unaffected by the universal hypocrisy.
Hand in hand , we’ll take a stand. For better or worse; ash to ash , dust to dust. Keeping in mind , the world has its haters , its got the just. But the right to love is infringed by this superficial bunch.
Their judgmental eyes, prying noses. Sticking in places they shouldn’t be; Judging people who stick it in places they shouldn’t be.
In god we trust , this godforsaken nation. I don’t think god cares if you’re gay or lesbian. Never was it written that it makes you less of a being.
But woe to the one who dreams of equality. Support what I say or you’re just spreading misogyny. Racism and sexism don’t exist for the majority. All of this **** spread by zealotry.
Spreading your legs is oppressing my feminity. Misandry is a lie says she, speech full of obscenities.
Forgotten are those who suffer in silence, The lies of brats masking the violence.
Where is my privilege? I’m straight, white, and male. You sip on your pumpkin spice, Telling me to rot in hell, For the basic transgression of begging for help.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
i was fifteen; disoriented; drunk on shame and a little *****
violated; infringed upon me like a school yard bully
waiting to pounce upon his young victim
i was dressed in white, a pure vacancy
with every drink i was unknowingly inviting the lion
making a bitter den for his carnal disposition-resentment
a secret-i never promised to keep it
we share blood! a casualty, unforgivably forgotten
i wasn't able to bear the weight of his words any longer
needed to relieve the tension building up in my somber, fragile, bones
my apprentice was a slender, silver blade
and i unlocked the beasts' crate-allowed him to flow through the wound
like rain-underneath the bright streetlight on a december evening
looking for anything to help me forget
but the beast i set free, the beast was me!
with that final laceration i desperately looked for the thread
the thread that could stitch my hand back onto wrist
but time became syrup-slowing and sticky
and the moon shone on my left limb, wrongful display
i reach for my pulse. drowning in the cold
in my note-i should have apologized to the maid
for having to clean up
all my pain
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Frosted windows hide
clipped time tells
bells ring alarms
nurturing minds roll
secure zones infringed
needless insults hurled
caution held in detention
gleaming steel sullied
silence, the loudest sound
no more innocence
blood on the playground...
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
There is nothing left to say. You declared with audacity how I was an impediment. I recollected how pitiable I was, desperate for nothing, because it wouldn't, it didn't alter anything. So enamored was I with you, I relinquished half of myself to appease you. The superior parts of me I surrendered willingly to you, as I permitted myself to become illicitly compliant in the scheme of deceiving myself. I believed the half-truths, the falsehoods, and the empty promises. You made a wreck of me, exposing me to such debasingly immoral things. I thought I could trust you after everything we shared. I never knew such passions; I never felt such care. How was I to know none of it was genuine?
Time has elapsed, and I have healed. I have moved on, not as swiftly as you, and it didn't take another to get me here. So, the emails, the texts, the contacting my family needs to cease. It doesn't matter if I'm single. What mattered was that I had so much fight in me to save us I was a willing participant, my own collateral damage when it came to you. I allowed so much and pleaded for so long for you to see me, to love me as I did you. Like you once used to. The fool I played, for it wasn't love at all. It wasn't even lust; it was mere 'usage.' I contorted myself to fit into your world. I reinvented myself to a lower self in place of the worldly woman I once was. I infringed on my intellect and played dumb, forever the fool, all for you. And it still wasn't enough. You told me I was too strong, too independent, and so I diminished myself. My integrity be ****** I lowered my standards and discarded my boundaries to please you. All for what? For you to do exactly what I implored you not to do: to toy with me, to lie and deceive, to harm and torture, to manipulate and abuse. And even then, it wasn't enough. I was never enough.
No matter now. I have healed myself, and I have moved on. How wonderful it is to see I am nowhere near where I used to be, and the me I am today you'll never get close to. So, for all the attempts at contacting me and wanting to talk, I must let it be known I have nothing left to say!
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 7:37 AM UTC
disappointment lingers
thick air, stagnate and unfiltered
looming like impending doom
enough humidity to grow fungi
dampness spreads altering the color scheme
as infringed pits flow with shame
and guilty eyes dart
from the lamp
to the stapler
the most terrifying desk ever crafted
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Worded arrowheads
are fastened to shafts.
They rain down on
our Love-fed ears.
Bowstring at ready
pulled back high-sky,
They strike down all
who lived this earth.
My soul, infringed,
asked, "How can this be,
with heart shut tight
from melancholy?"
Closed cold, a shield,
I thought could withstand
the force of a blow
guided not by your hand.
The force of a blow
guided not by your hand.
In time the sands
will salt our land.
Your words will crop
my sagging skin
and feed the ground
with hollow chest.
Death for the young
never-held as best,
but for this earth
a heart at rest.
But for this earth,
put Death to rest.
The price of youth,
pays for the best.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
This world seems to cruel
For there to be a god
I don't believe anything
That the old testament has to say
The words that once led me in life
Are nothing but rhetoric
Because religion is ambiguous
And everything it has to offer is twisted
My religion is the feeling of success
It's the music that never escapes my mind
It's Bob Dylan's songs
Allen Ginsberg's poems
My religion is your touch
The friends by my side
I refuse to have religion imposed on me
I will not have my first amendment rights infringed upon
I will not say candles are holy
Just because my deceased grandmother believed so
I am a person
I am not a religion
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
he lived with so many faces
so many marbled masks
trapped in listless perplexity
they spoke no sorrows
but bore them as jewelry
on perfectly sculpted fingers
they have eyes of stone revealing nothing
evaporated waters
as wraiths they danced
in ghostly apathy
they rapped on doors
and stared through
stained looking-glasses
concerto of passions
breathing soul into clay
divine flames infringed
as demons deep within
his grieving empty castle
where dying stars above
expells secret riddles
no thinking man may see
he sees her in dreams
her veiled porcelain visage
haunts him endlessly
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Insanity watched by these eyes far away
Sees the tail wag the dog in a deathly, cruel way,
Sees the Gun Lobby wield such a formidable grip
Holding Nation to ransom and shoot from the hip,
Forcing public opinion to heel and rescind
Any right to renege on the madness infringed…
Orlando, Kileen Sandy Hook and Fort Hood
Killing randomly, callously….not understood!
Little children, students, shoppers and cops
Loud bark of the rimfire till emptied and stops!
A terrible silence, warm stench of the blood
Cold terror emanates out and above…
Madness accelerates, reaching a SCREAM….
While political acolytes adjust…to be seen.
M.
Auckland and the world watching a civilization burn.
13 June 2016
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Brown leaves flux the pond
tadpoles elude the sunlight
an eerie fog infringed
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
The hope written on my heart
It belongs to me
And it's mine for keeps
I've got a legal right to it
For I've earned every scar and scratch
Printed upon that beating muscle
So it's legally mine
Has been fought for
In the battlefield of life
And has no right to be infringed upon
To be taken away from me
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
shattered dreams
and infringed vows
left alone
with a broken heart
swollen eyes
and tongue tied
all the tears I’ve cried
my tormented agony
Days are filled
with sorrow and pain
sleepless nights
and a distressed mind
will this be the end?
of a fragment herald
and if you are to love,
love me with a broken heart.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
Your words are soothing, your voice even more
So when I become terrified I run to you and let it pour
Into that ever patient smile, those oh so gentle fingers
Tapping cryptic messages into my shaking spine
Erasing any tensions and fears that might linger
My eyes walk a line, my mind level tenuous
My speech and my smiles, to put up are quite strenuous
It seems every time that I become unhinged
I hold onto your reassurement, but my claws dig in
In efforts to not harm you, I scar my skin
And with every struggling effort, it seems I’ve infringed
The rules you laid down and the promises I spoke
But you of all people should know there’s lies in my speech
So if you don’t like when I’m hurt, cover your ears when I screech
Sorry, that was unfair and rude of me...
I always speak without thinking clearly
Or even worse, I’m inconsiderate and hurt the ones I love dearly
And you! I promise I hold you quite close!
You’re lovely in my mind, a first and foremost
And yet for all my lovely words, and unabashed claims
It seems you’re affected by my hurricane state most
As I waltz on your heart and lay it to maim
You have a precious heart of gold
And yet despite that, the one you hold
Is my quivering, worthless silver one
I don’t understand how you love someone like me
Or in my silver heart, can find beauty
I don’t know which way I love you, what to say, or what to do
But I do know with everything in me, I most definitely need you
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Don’t give any suspicion, no, not ammunition
I wouldn’t want a repeat, but there’s always another lurking.
You’ve checked my closets far enough, breached and infringed on all my stuff
How does it feel peaking, ravaging the room and sneaking
What knowledge are you peeping?
I see that you are freaking.
Yes, I’ll change, yes, I swear.
Go away, don’t ******* stare.
No, I haven’t slept in days.
I’m pondering my next escape.
It’s really quite exhausting,
I’m either paralyzed or resolving
a bleak and bleary future,
maybe drugs and unhinged stupor
But you know as well as I
That I absolutely need to survive
I can’t afford to die
I can’t afford to die.
If not for myself, I’ll live in others
They’ll recall me when they shudder
Something’s in the room? No, another
Hallucination, some type of clutter.
You’ve built my insecurity,
you’ll fall for false maturity
The doctors will say I’m a-okay
Holy hell, she’s changed her ways.
..
But now?
Wellbutrin’s in the flower,
the flower’s in the tea ***
resting by my bed side,
you’d never check my bed side.
Razor’s in the picture frame,
I reminisce of when it maimed
my skin and I felt something,
now I feel just nothing.
I tried to hide, these things of mine,
well enough you wouldn’t find
something wrong the next time,
there will not be a “next time.”
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
Thrills to pills to the body stills, we all will run dry. No dramatic end or cosmic bend, just a speck of dirt on Earth's shallow sigh.
Pencil to pen to stencil to end, carbon copies of an ideal. No man made normality or financial fatality, can mar what you feel.
Skin in linen so infringed in, does the future hold you so? Yes peers and stately fears can bring us to stow.
I know none of which I speak but a subtle weak week. A week far 60 years from now which you reflect how you lived your life without love to be found. And your hand will close and your muscles relax but with a stiffened heart and a metal back you'll whisper to the likes of me. And only drywall will see the cracks and only your logic or sore success will breathe.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
at night
i dream of your abscence
in the dark of the night
i am forced to participate in a sequence
of mad scenes
of a life in wich we are seperate
and no longer one clashing unity
on the insane stage of my mind
i see faces in the laughing audience
familiars from my past life
my mortal life
the life that i used to live
the life without you in it
i scream at them
i plead them to help me
to help me find you
to help me remember something
but they spit and grin
and i am forced to wander this brave new world
alone
but with you engraved upon my heart
somehow i find you
or something that reminds me of you
a figure that represents you
but it is distorted and ugly
it is a shadow
i present to this darkling
my undying love for you
but it is not you
so it cannot fathom the depths of my passion
my passion for you
my passion for us
so i turn away
and venture broken, and alone
into the wastelands
the imperators of my mind
the ones who rule my personal darkness
who sits on the amorphous throne
of my tormenting imagination
creates a dread barrier
seperating me from you entirely
for you are the stars
my stars...
the heavens have been chained
with a dark and terrible force
i am trapped here on this mortal soil
trapped on earth
while you await in the sky
but my love is strong
it is undefeated
i strike up at the skies
tearing a rift in the very fabric of space
i soar up towards you
like a lightning bolt from hell
while the earth crumbles and dies beneath us
i am coming
---------------------------
and i awake
you are right next to me
you always were
i was searching in vain
despairing in vain
my exausted breaths
gently touching you precious nape
i love you to death
so i kiss you
i kiss your frail body
i trace my tongue everywhere
i all the divine places upon you
you tremble beneath my masterly touch
like an exquisite instrument
designed specificaly for my hands
you tremble
i swallow you whole
and your waves drown in my ocean
i devour all of you
nothing tastes sweeter to me
then all is silent
you are pleased and happy
i am infringed still
a demon inside
waiting for you to reach out to me
as i reach out to you
i will wait forever
i will come to you
if you wish it
but i need to know you truly wish it
and when i know...
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
to reach a conclusion, to reach an understanding of one man's prohibition
it's such an affront for the multiverse, made up by him, the curious man
so i sink under the illumination from the moon, bounced lights of curiosity
a glass, made of ice, however clefted, it swings around on the water
i call it an effort, the ice, a reflection of a pessimistic mind, sinking
underneath the moonlight's sonata slowly hums the inquisitive melodies
the ocean... is not made of salty water. those are tears for a concerto
in A flat, those icy reflections delusively broadcast your whole life
and to reach its own: any prohibition has been infringed, it's gone
everyone could reach for the understanding, even for the universal ones
the curious man, yet fallen down, he already knew how weak and fake he is
the melody is a cacophony of his past life, the life of the curious man
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC