"rulings" poems
“It is essential in order to protect societyfrom the ambition, greed, and malpractice or caprice of rulers to ensure the inviolatibility of even the humblest home. The right and power of the private citizen to appear to impartial courts against rulings of the state and against ministerial decrees of the day. Freedom of speech in writing, freedom of the press, freedom of combination and agitation within the limits of long established laws. The right of regular opposition to government. The power to turn out a government and put another set of men in its place by lawful and constitutional means, and finally the sense of every individual’s association with the state and of some responsibility with the actions and conduct of the state.”
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Unfold the map of the world and trace
a kaleidoscopic boot-shaped country
rising from the waters lavished by Atlantic
in a multicultural basin at the heart
of a flat globe. The Mediterranean birthed
by the Zanclean deluge, witness of myriad
exoduses intertwining genes to encompass
peninsular cradles of early civilisations,
a medley of ethnicities trading goods
discoveries and ideas on sailing caravels.
Two thousand years later the remnants of
the Roman Empire vote, the democracy
they had co-founded two thousand years
before, on philosophies of justice, equality
and human rights. Power to the people,
lost in the process of history making,
populaces disillusioned and frustrated
at millenary successions of failed rulings
corroborated by corruption and personal
greed of those chosen to represent them.
Today Italians vote anti-establishment
thereby at long last rejecting ideologies
of the past, too old to bare credibility
electing a party set outside the box,
no left right nor centre, victory of populism,
communism and capitalism burned
at stake for their crippling sins albeit
international cold-war renaissance attempts.
Marking the end of the twentieth century
the twenty-first bets on the refreshing breezes
of new tantalising illusions, cuts to public debt,
income of citizenship, youth employment,
tax reductions campaigned to allegedly increase
family spending, for whatever we do we are
all bound by a unique reigning doctrine under
the unified global empire, of consumerism.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Answers for the bold,
Machination of desire and bone.
Twisting words with honest filth,
Answering by knowing.
Paled and withered words from mirrored faces.
Spite and curse upon your disregard.
Wraiths defying with sideshow horrors,
Corruption promised but always delayed.
With buttons of expected convenience,
You promise release.
Spit to your mucus.
Rage to your withered rulings.
Bladed aphorisms to your faced extremities.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
As I sit so frantic,
whilst my mind is at war with itself an epiphany flashes through my dark and shadowed conscious.
I am other.
A thing I did not aim to achieve, but have become unknowingly, it had never been a thought that entered my scattered library of thoughts.
A vast pool of different musings, but this state of realisation has left me in a much more dumbfounded way.
I now struggle with the concept of reality as it has been presented to me.
Why have I rejected its norms and rulings?
What in my minds eye allows me to exist in this limbo I have created.
Everyone whom I love exists in the reality, have I merely imagined these relationships, am I real?
I muse through thoughts in my head like filed documents to find evidence or proof, that I belong in their world.
That my consciousness is at present infected with a virus which is determined to rip me away from them.
A virus fuelled by warm tears and screams.
However I found I cannot find any substance to these claims and accusations I make against the shadowy and cloudy workings inside my skull.
My presence in their reality bears no fruit but destruction and the subjugation of joy with despair.
I am the tear bringer.
I have done these things without malice or a sinister thought, more an adolescent, selfish and naive notion that my being was pertain to a slightly as-cue normality.
It has been displayed to me in the most brutal and haunting of ways, that this sense of normality was a façade, created either by my own psyche.
Or by my peers in an an attempt to give me that sense of belonging, they feel my mind required.
All this has done is create a dam, which has broken leaving a flood of nightmares, and the purgatory I now inhabit.
This chaos is mine.
The frantic chatter of demons remains.
I desist in warm-blooded dreams.
Falling.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Once upon a time
You would find
Them believing in
A different paradigm
Before the government
Was put up for sale
By a nine member panel
That we used to hail
Government for sale
Government for sale
They are determined
That the rich don’t fail
The Supreme Court has ruled
So now all hail
It seem to me
They need a babysitter
Our government’s been sold
To the highest bidder
Read all about it
On Instagram or Twitter
While I lick my wounds
And go to the *******
Government for sale
Government for sale
They are determined
That the rich don’t fail
The Supreme Court has ruled
So now all hail
I know what you’re saying
It’s insane
They’ve thrown our founding principles
Down the drain
And they don’t seem to care
How much pain
That their rulings cause
Because the fact remains
Government for sale
Government for sale
They are determined
That the rich don’t fail
The Supreme Court has ruled
So now all hail
(3rd Verse)
The people will rise up
Wait and see
And it won’t be pretty
Listen to me
All you have to do
Is check out history
Because what I’m saying
Is no mystery
Government for sale
Government for sale
They are determined
That the rich don’t fail
The Supreme Court has ruled
So now all hail
(Repeat chorus 2xs and fade)
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
The mind- a blank canvas for some.
To throw hues of joy upon their spirits
and color their souls for the world to gaze in awe.
The mind- a steel cage for the rest.
Subjected to the wills of the many
whom steal their innocence and
tear down their carefully constructed walls.
These people, they try to control something with concrete thinking
and dogma, but the world is anything but controllable.
I see their rulings as fear. They live out of fear, I out of love.
Who is the real ******* enemy now, huh?
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Family if forever,
Weather I like it or not,
It is a bond unbreakable,
I will forever be stuck with this lot.
Sure, I must admit,
Family can be annoying,
They sometimes make you loose it,
But this way life never seems too boring,
Because they will never let you quit,
They want to see you soaring!
Family can also be outside of blood,
Since I have my friends too,
I have my new and old buds,
Including little old you.
I have my Sunday friends also,
What a joy that always is,
I have old instructors steps to follow,
And teachers rulings to learn in order to take up any quiz!
I see God's love in all these people,
Friends, family, and parish,
In them I see no evil,
As they all love me so much,
Threw God's work and threw their own way,
All with a gentle touch,
They make sure I don't stray away,
And on the path of God I stay.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
the world scares me, health alerts and studies from scientists who tell you water is no good for the brain, but wine and alcohol may make you smarter. BREAKING every 25 seconds from some idiot who doesn't even pay taxes, but can cut funding from people who need to eat while he eats horses smaller than me. Looking up remedies for headaches, but I am instead given symptoms of aneurysms and malignant brain tumors.
the world scares me, terrorists ruined flying so now everyone gets molested. the poor and middle class are best friends now with them trading spaces and hiding in plain sight. Protests that change rulings but doesn't change people, and people who only want to be seen and heard but offer nothing worth hearing.
the world annoys me, its condescendingness. Humans who believe themselves superior to the animals they learned to procreate from. Mother Nature sending out several warnings for an impending doom not knowing most of us are praying for it. the few humans who care about this world, suffer the most. The chiefs and activists who work for nothing but peace, and end up with wars.
the world destroyed me. it made me hate everything, even myself. i blame it for its ability in creating the world's most crappiest people to the world's most beautiful. i blame it for wiping the smile of children's faces. i blame it for allowing me to hurt myself and others in more ways than one. i blame it for allowing me to hate people who love me and love people who wouldn't spit on me if i was on fire.
the world scares me and i would like a do over.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
In the land of darkness
Trees, fruits, and harvest
Rivers, plants, and storms
A land evil has taken form
Was once peace, crazy, and wild
Only lasted for a while
The dragon the band wagon
Dragging bodies seizing properties
Manipulating armies
Enormous platoons
Under control like cartoons
In the Devil's saloon
Dancing to his diabolic tune
His gigantic company marches
A melting *** risin hot slowly rot
A mass number tide by the neck
Their outcomes a wreck
Smacked on the face
To be put in their place
Slaves to a palace
Whipped pimped crippled to limp
Once the dragon fulfills
Bursting flames begin to ****
There is no need
For human filth to lead
Now I shall proceed
My means for concentration
May leave numerous devastated
New world order is reinstated
Renovated Innovated elevated
The miracle healer
People draw nearer
Too much said
I'm somewhat dead
When proof is read
The rulings have misled
A death bed like sadistic dread
Where the weak are led
Law eat up what is fed
Don't believe me? ask ted
He can back up what I just said
About the blinded minded dead
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
The preachers are speaking
Of how all will be fine
If you hear the speeches
Of those so Devine
Follow their rules
Their judgements and rulings
Don't be your own person
It's yourself your fooling
We promise the world
If you just be a good number
Just Do as we say
So as to enjoy your final slumber
So the believers are free
But only after death
You must follow their rules
But where is freedom till then?
Two lovers can't be
For they shouldn't
In the eyes of he
Don't say what you think
For only the divine one
Can know everything
The atheists are free
In the living realm
But who doesn't wonder
What If there's really a hell
But even if it exists
Our lives are defined
By the memories we make
In this current time
Without godly restraints
We make our own choices
We stand up in crowds
And people listen to our voices
We pride ourselves
On acts of individuality
But don't get me wrong
We still understand morality
So I riddle you this
Who is happiest
The religious or the atheist
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC