"revamped" poems
The water rushes over me
heart beatin' like a river
Water, water
Rush, rush
And I'm all out of shame
and I've emptied my veins
Father, Father
Hush, hush
Following immersion
spiritual incursion
restoration of sight brought to mind
Water, water
Rush, rush
Wisdom, understanding
knowledge notwithstanding
my very thoughts had gone blind
Father, Father
Hush, hush
Expels the enemy- dastardly dealer
ensconced, encamped
Water, water
Rush, rush
Comes the Helper- unfathomable healer
reborn, revamped
Father, Father
Hush, hush
©Jason Cole
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Here I'm rejected
there I'll be condemned
I'll not be excepted
anyhow--slammed
in my face, subjected
to every form of malice-- crammed
among those suspected
of betrayal--- contempt
raises its venomous# head and I'm hated
for the views I hold-- hemmed
by envious forces-- everywhere hunted
I am an innocent victim--damned
and left to ideas I've constructed
my own pain to consume---stamped
TRAITOR* -- my only hope is to be vindicated
by future generations which would have my thoughts revamped!
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
We all take chances
some more than others
We all want what's bad for us
candy, drugs, a lover(s)
Why do opposites attract?
Why must good always find bad?
To help? To stop? To change?
Why must we always want what we wish we had?
Isn't it easier to take what is within our grasp?
Would we stoop so low to get a free pass?
Would a little hard work **** us all?
We'd all rather just spend time and money at the mall
Socializing, sitting on our *****
Why not go online and take a few classes
Does it hurt to learn or try a little?
I wish the world could be just a tad more civil
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
I don't want to seem like a barbecue **** but please won't you turn that meat!
If it wasn't bad enough you put it on early that chicken just won't stand the heat
Your confounding the issue by loading on bangers for the dripping fat's sure to ignite
With those flames getting higher and your steaks all on fire, you know you're not doing it right
Black on the outside and pink in the middle, is not how you're supposed to do chicken
And even revamped your bathroom's too cramped, for all of your guests to be sick in
"It's time" you declare, as you pull up a chair "is anyone ready for grub!?"
But with no contemplation, I'll ditch this cremation, I'm ******* off back down the pub!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
I work at the cathedral day and night
at rest times I sit looking at the daily hues
from morning to the end of day
the shadows in the architecture shine through
The gargoyles turn from grey to a warming red
and above their sentinel loyal heads
the spires shine like diamonds
blessed in the morning with a pure blue sky
A break or two, three or four
different times of the day
just to watch the patterns pass
in the shadows of this limestone building
I worked my guts off on this building
sweet Canterbury in my cathedral city
revamped it's, I'm listening points
and at times of day, when weather permits
I do read the shadows in the architecture
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
My stand is portable, affordable and neat
Sits on the southwest corner of 42nd Street
Can't beat my delicious, nutritious, expandable frank
My dogs are divine! Now, take that to the bank!
One twenty-five for a dog loaded or bare
Mini-meals readied with caution and care
Merciful and kind, my dogs nourish the broke
Fuels children and seniors and cold 'n drunk folk
I've served sages and I've served nuts
My clients range from brilliant to putz
Usually I keep the screwballs away
But now and again I have a ****** no-good day
Like the time two thugs took off with my cart
They rammed it right into the Super Mart
Weenies went flying and relish SPLAT!
Stunned I saw my dogs were eaten by cats
Two weeks down, my new stand revamped and nice
Maybe those thugs wanted red beans and rice
But dogs are my passion and my life’s big scheme
So buy a hot dog and support someone's dream.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
As you cuddle n **** your thumb
my heart melts with joy and am glad,
as you lay in my arms so helpless and innocent
I find you so lovely and irresistible,
all about you reminds me of me when I couldn't remember,
and now I appreciate the level of love my parent have for me
the joy of a child the parent glows with pride for it
all children are angles and parents see their reincarnation
as he grows a father relives his early days ,
when he neither had wisdom or memory,
every mistake every attempt the dad gets to see how he came to be
and his greatest urge "my son to be better than I"
in my child's eye I see the innocence of the world
let you my child learn, let you acknowledge ,
you are my strength and my wisdom.
I see my future bright in you,
i find my energy revamped in you.
my destiny and fate merge brightly in you
And new ideas new territories i will conquer in you.
my eyes and my strength bring better things in this life
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
anywhere u go
its about what u do
who u know
what u have
take a piece
and one for the road
take and take
is all we do
judged like a book
every single day
in one glance
no second thoughts
hardcover hollywood
special editions
and just for dummies rule
those text book kings
and things of the past
replaced by
sefl-help gurus
with a thirst for power
history books burn
and dictionaries die
bibles and korans
wage war for deeds
written in oil
more precious than blood
lawbooks lie
with family trees
while notebooks fill
with pointless lives
but my story is written
with my sweat
and tears
filled with pages and pages
of love and fears
i dont need to be
hardcovered
reprinted
bound up
and edited
forget the colors
and the revamped image
no motion pictures
just a story
on my shelf
the last of them all
the Paperback Boy.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
In a different place and a different time
I'd find your smile, that pale soft face
The cold hard truth is, I'd follow you down
To the ends of this world, to the end of my rope
I'm all for serious, I'm funny but this my dear is no joke
I'd hold your hand the whole way just to hear you say you need me
Where have you gone, where do you go
In the nights and hours I need you the most
Nobody cares and nobody knows
But to me you're nothing more than a ghost
I Promise I won't say a thing
Just come sit, let me push you on the swing
Share a laugh or two once more
Stay out late, use the back door
We could venture the night, brave our hardships
Solve all our problems with a little hard work
We can work it all out, there's no doubt about it
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
We used to paint oceans of sorio lillies, across the sky pouring tears of life.
Merging memories of sore pasts and saw paths that revamped lost plants.
Without a seed, groomed roses and blossomed fields of dying daisies daily decaying dim.
Her kiss embellished wrathful storms,with red feathers of white birds drifting to the shore, of fine sand born from light zones in dark ends.
Now she's a ghost, a spirit of a wild mild mind in an abyss of enraged beasts. She's alive and breaths still,but her breath passes by the trees as though another leaf carried by the wind.
Is she in a coffin inside a casket buried beneath the garden of joy but only ripping despair, gloriously singing by herself?
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It wasn’t made up no it was real
Can’t you see ‘em can’t you feel
The ghosts of those whose last meal
Was fed at Auschwitz no appeal
Death by labor or by disease
Or the gassed air that they breathed
While the whole world was deceived
By what they could not believe
I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread
The air was musty the train car cramped
That took ‘em to the concentration camp
Before the process was revamped
They were crudely housed tattooed or stamped
And they were sent there both night and day
One million plus from what they say
Human lives wete thrown away
While we all looked the other way
God made us all in any case
There’s no such thing as a master race
That kind of thinking is out of place
And must be discouraged when it’s in our face
I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread
Their liberators could not believe
The level of the suffering that they relieved
To them it was diabolically conceived
By a people who were evil or naïve
How could a human being do to another
The kinds of things that they discovered
Then think that it wouldn’t be uncovered
Ot that the evidence could be smothered
God made us all in any case
There’s no such thing as a master race
That kind of thinking is out of place
And must be discouraged when it’s in our face
I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Alone in this world, yet surrounded by friends
All worried about following the latest trends
But not me, I want to be free from odds and ends
The best styles depend on what the media says
They handpick the physically elite to place in a close-up lens
All calculated deceit, if you fall behind you’ll end up in the back seat
Now anyone can be elegant, employing technology to cheat
Revamped appearances are now displayed on our main streets
Transforming young girls views to make them feel incomplete
Natural beauty is harder to come by, morphing us to an effete society
Notoriety is easier to achieve, our adoration alters confidence to anxiety
I now question our propriety; forced variety plagues our high society
They extort and contort the public’s image to be shown on public transport
Deciding who wears it the best will soon become a contact sport
I fear for our culture, even the most allure now sells themselves short
One day this all may change, but for now the homely get a larger sentence in court
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I have ridden to the peaks of emotions and
I have fallen head over heels at the height of its summit
The jagged edges of the flesh tearing rocks releasing me
Time and time again.
I bleed to death
Then awaken fine to start the process once more
Looking forward to the leap plummeting to my core.
Jagged and torn.
There's nothing like being reborn
-Xin-
July 12, 2013 at 11:07pm ·
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Whom of which can I speak--
When the days are full of heat?
Literary giant old and new,
Revamped, and told,"To thine own self be true."
Everywhere he had his ways,
Found dead, on his own birthday.
Upon his left ear a little ring, what did this bring?
Father of Tragedy,
He spoke, writhing with the lost love...
Nobody knows where he goes,
But at Two, we're going to The Globe.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 7:00 AM UTC
a brighter sun rise dawns this day
and the people did sigh a sigh of relief
they'll be of a disposition less gray
in the halls of power a better brief
the elephants now improving their lot
and the people did sigh a sigh of relief
those donkeys had surely lost the plot
they'd been traveling the wrong path
the elephants now improving their lot
seems the Senate has had a blood bath
so many liberals shown the exit sign
they'd been traveling the wrong path
Americans wanting a revamped design
Washington changing its wardrobe of attire
so many liberals shown the exit sign
the nation's people stuck in a quagmire
Washington changing its wardrobe of attire
a brighter sun rise dawns this day
they'll be of a disposition less gray
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Lord of the Rings,
pinning Kingpins
then Kinging-kings,
Mexi-can
and some can't
you stand a slump chance
peripheral vision, no glance
B-boy stance, more ***** than lance
I'll battle your whole camp,
blowing your speakers, Amp'd
revamped, and clamp't
now i'm stepping over you tramps,
those silly rants, got you stamp'd
for getting carried away-
u can't see my BARS- this ain't Saint Patrick's day.
ever since i started rapping this way,
ya'll flows start'n to look like paper mache
I made so much REAL, paper today, but
these Cheeseheads playing keep away, holding this Green Bay Packer at Bay, they ******* up the play, like a rain delay, feeling like putting the refs, to rest, for the rest of the day.Either way, my pocket's Fannie May, and the Lambo feel Cray, so like Sandro, they go pay, top dollar, no topay. I treat BARS and money the same way- up-up and away- so quick, you'd think I'm saving the day. But i'm no HERO, I dont swing that way. Villian on scene, looking for a fight. I Wonder Women- when they see, My D.C. then left Superman all ****** for acting tight. i guess that make me a Cript -tonight.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
I was never blind to who you were,
what you were at the very start.
you moved like smoke in the room,
the vapor you trailed behind you wasnt hard to see
which gave me the first incarnation that you were no good,
But the way you smoothly made your way to me,
I couldnt resist the vibe you poured out.
moments passed by,
my vision was blurred by the kisses and the affection,
and the "love" that you endlessly flashed in front of my face.
my vision was foggy with your scent -- so intoxicating you came to be to me,
almost like your scent is what dragged me to you in the first place.
my vision was blurred with the lies you told,
the deceit you dripped onto my reality making
what I thought we had a fantasy.
but right before I was going to open up to you,
really give you me like a *******
I realized who the **** I am and wiped away my eyes,
got my eye drops and saw right through you, my love.
the fog clears, and there you are ---
Nothing.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
I want us to go on a long rail trip.
Longer than whatever I experienced,
On the bridges over the trenches,
Victory trip over mountainous terrains,
Existing away from the world.
My life needs to be revamped,
Eerie and dangerous it has become.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
Swoosh, wings glide
across my quiet spot
water babbles near
I imagine
wise owls
limp along willow’s gray limbs
bask among first streaks of
sunlight,
collect my vibes
gather my pains
my joys
together for me
send them
to me revamped,
wrapped with hope
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
For a time I grew up way too fast,
I had to slow down to make memories last,
Stopped seeing complex and looked to the simple,
I possessed the spark I just needed the kindle,
To ignite the fire of my desires,
Walking thick headed on a super thin wire,
Revamped my cause is what it was,
Stopped playing around when I needed to pause,
These days I lead a life of content,
When I realized nothing is written in cement,
Skeletons in my closet were found when cleaning,
I don't have to find it out I create my own life meaning.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
maybe the tight feeling in my chest is a reminder for me to breathe even though it's difficult to do with the words you so emptily used to describe the scars on my wrist in the back of my head i didn't think i'd make it out alive there was just so much blood you had me in your jaws like a snake has a mouse but i somehow managed to slip away from you long enough to do more damage to myself than you ever could it ended up exactly the way i thought it would as beautiful as i thought you were you really were the death of me
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
Ya Know It REALLY IS... !!!
England’s STILL A ***** !!!
Linton’s Words of Scripture...
Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!!
That Showed What It Is...
To... Try To Live...
Inna’ English Lands...
When You Are BLACK... !!!
Well Unlike Him...
I Was Born And Raised...
In A Place That CLAIMS...
To Be The... “ GREAT UK “...
Well Britain Or England...
But Now The Ships Sinking...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?!
To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision...
Cos’ It’s STILL A ***** !!!
A Country FULL of Tricks...
And Working Practises...
That Makes The Masses SLAVE...
To Earn Themselves A Wage...
So That They Can Get A Break...
From Working For Low Pay...
While MP’s Pave The Way...
For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!!
So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!!
... England’s STILL A ***** !!!
If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!!
Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan...
How To Tax and Scam...
The... Average Man... !!!!
And Let’s Not Forget...
About... Immigrants... !!!
Like Linton Said In His Poem...
They Use You... ABUSE You...
Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!!
From Legal Tricks...
To... Political Stings...
That’s Right Like BREXIT... !?!?!
Now Ain’t THAT A ***** !!!
Political NONSENSE...
Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!!
Because of These Wrongun’s...
From BRONSONS' To JOHNSONS'... !!!
NOT Linton But BORIS... !!!
A Chuck With NO Norris... !!!
Whose Talk Can Be HORRID... !!!
So YES It’s A ***** !!!!!
I’ve Just Revamped The Script... !!!
From Windrush' To Brexit'...
We STILL DON'T..... Fit In...
When You THINK And Have Skin...
That’s DARK And Marks Cards...
of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!!
UNLESS You Will FOLD...
And Do As You’re Told...
Like Those Good Slaves of Old... !!!!!
From Being Called Lazy...
We’re Still Seen As Shady...
Because of Things Lately...
Like Street Crime That’s CRAZY... !?!
Well I Guess I’m That Baby...
Whose Now Become Brainy...
Who Sees That The Word...
...... “ STATELY'S “...
Connected To Hades... !!!!
Which Is Where ******* LIVE... !!!!!
So Trust When I Say This...
Linton... Made The Trip...
And Explained The Sitch' Quick...
Through His Truthful Lyrics...
That Inspired This Script...
That’s An OLD... NEW LIK' ...
That I’ve... Changed Up A Bit... !!!
Which Reflects On The Fact...
That.....
... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
We all have a purpose
Just needs to be found
A life long game of hide and seek
Some need to look harder than others
What is your purpose?
If it's too hard some will quit
All I can say is stick with it
What we enjoy the most could be our niche
Can we choose our worth and purpose?
Keep looking, but not with your eyes
We all have a purpose
It's only a matter of time
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
Round and round here goes nothing
I sent myself on a journey for something
They say kick your legs and paddle your arms
I thought this would be easier
I feel like I've been drowning for years
In the vast space that is my mind
Thoughts fill my lungs like fluid
But why do I keep opening my mouth?
Now I pay the price, my thoughts submerge me
I reach for help, with a snap, they desert me
I think too much, and the flood gates are open
But my thoughts remained kept to myself
Unable to float, I'm sinking again
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
I guess maybe it's because I've left more scars
than I've taken
and skidded across the highways of too many
broken hearts
that I've never thought of myself as scarred
but I have to be- I must be,
car crashes leave more than just marks
and I've danced through this world not-too-lightly-
everything I've done has affected me some way, some how,
but they don't feel like scars- even though they're
mentally there, on my heart, forever;
the marks she left there when she saw that green light
and didn't go,
or when my light was red and I dashed through- destroying everything in my path.
I've been on fire millions of times.
Each of them tested and refined,
some of them destroyed.
my engine's been upgraded, revamped,
my paintjob's a horrid mess;
my insurance won't cover me much longer.
There's been so many flames-
my oil seems to act of it's own accord-
and maybe, just maybe, the scars that have been on my heart
are more often burns.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC