I'm feeling kinda hollow,
It's a little hard to swallow.
Still Im in the lead,
So everybody follows.

Hate it all you want though,
There's no time to wallow.  
tell me what you need,
You just found that ****,
Waldo.

I don't even buy blow.
I just ****** snort it,
Gatta cop it from the *****,
That always seem to hoard it.
know they can't afford it.
I Wonder how they scored it.
Then I took four hits,
Got drunk and stole a forklift.
I don't give a horse ****.
I just want some more ****.

Got weird for a
few days,
Brain fried till my
eyes glazed
Smoked a little
more haze,
Screamed **** the pigs ,
Got tazed
strapped on my rollerblades,
And streaked out,
the VMA's

I don't give a ****,
Like a ******* Atheist
don't believe in luck,
Call me the ******* catalyst.

"Do you know why i pulled you over?"
" Suspect it was because of my speed."
" Did you realize how fast you where going?"
" Nearly 75 miles per hour, you see, I noticed that concrete median just ahead and realized I have been suicidal lately, so I unbuckled my seat belt, glanced at my blinking airbag light letting me know this would be a for sure thing and gunned it. Then of course you turned on your lights, and i knew there's too big of a chance of making it to the hospital alive with a cop this close by when it happens so i decided to pull over. I thought may be suicide by cop would work, but i don't have a gun with me, so the worst that would happen is i would get tazed, and you'd have to do paperwork, so i abandoned that about the time you reached my bumper. To tell you the truth, you, and solely you, for multiple reasons, may have been the only thing that kept me from killing myself tonight. Now that I've had some time to think about it, I don't think dieing would help either, wouldn't help me or anyone else, so i think the best thing would be to just go home and sleep it off, sleep until i start to feel something again."
".......Life gets hard sometimes and you can't let it get a hold of you like that. Where do you live?"
"about ten blocks up"
"I'll let you go, but I'm going to follow you there just to make sure you get home in one piece, and in the morning check yourself into somewhere."
"I'll make sure to."

So November's Come,
Hazy leaves deck the trees;
Rotten ****** wrecked the sprecht,
gotta please, gotta tease.
Cotton crusted smile
took the style while spine dumb;
Freeze as whacks churn
spurned, danced to the crime hum.
Early squeeze amidst blitzed spritz, dark romancing,
prancing picket line fum-
bled; Ambled twixt crowds antsing.
Glazed, took prior avenue
espoused culture tazed/
Fazed, ascends erased hub,
Dire mazed/Liar snubbed;
Nah crowd sourced: after-shock stancing/
Corp core flexed waves/paves vexed glancing,
Dropped four, floor to score, music cull en(c)hancing.
Enchantingly out of touch; Butchered lemming dancing.

Rupturous rapturing gospel takes all:
Sports neck line with wreck wine drenched via stall,
Appalling, talling tower looms abroad
Broad took shin dig as grin, fling; swig accord.
Objectified Subject, with verb kept in tow
flits through the fine lines, and cracks in the snow.

Noticed grave shadows, slow; ravens attest
a'Gig'a'Sibling invested in scoping, and chest;
Blooming bioluminescence scatters down/
Frothy broth fairly broiled. Scorn fawning Noun/
Habit forming, tarnished, ab(d)jectified malt-core
Verby? Nun-thank-you-muchly, Mary Mag-dolla store.

.... So November's Come,
Clubbed, stepped and altared.
Brushed away the dark hype
crowd mic check faltered.
Dastardly respite. Psyche.
Planted positively preened
nature:societal fiend
crept crudely, rudely James Deaned.
Pants 'cocked, stewed, steamed',
Megalithic mount gleaned
as posture postulates
cost you fate, spate-spoke-stake, ****-rate
vibrate denatured, protein plucked feud
fueled larger sense of afterlife tense imbued.
Spotted shortly crossèd portly,
tautly tossed courtly cost,
'nawt'ly flossed' possed thoughtly;
Sportly Mossed Kate washed
scene brimmed/beamed/loved
'Leaned' fussed. Trussed team musk/
Stock puppet power-aid, raid's pretty husk.
****** sidekicks show side slicks, stuck chiming bitty.
Flickering afterdark lark glistens, gritty-city-fitty.
Bought distorted Faster Mark, Narc acrossed shark,
passed past the Rasta Park, embarked'n'stashed arc.

Dark the dreams that crept to the fallen gate/
dazzled gems and hellish rhinestones irk fate.
Grated joy, plated coyly, then doff broke;      
spoke symphony of fattened tire/wire frame joke;
Took twisted lyre, choir, to tame my europa,
maybz next time a better luck'n'fly my eloper,
clucky chickens plucked/fussed/cussed, a fitting trend,
Spare parts missing neural heart; a plasticated end.

Quiet nights
Whispered days
Outlandish sights
Peculiar maze
Tazed in by sun and the moon
Spooky goblins
Ghoulish freaks
Roam and prowl
The steadied caves
Kooky beings
All misbehave
Tranced by idols
Turned from God!!!!
Blaspheme love
Tis they do
Seeketh romance by phones
Back away like shrews
Kills one souls
Plots none muse
Muse is gone
The suns went down
Harrowing he feels
Writing scribes
Sick of all the same
Tis wants to die
Suicide not by choice
Lifts his head in all rejoice
Because he knows what he seeketh is right around the bin
No more fairy taled wim
Whimsical laughs
No more grins
None more waiting
On a dream
None more screams
Nor false delight
None more worries of bedtime fright
None more fights
Now all is right
Lost his mind
Gaveth his soul
Plundered down to stage six of hell
Wherein chaperones giveth ringing bells
Steps to God
God to appeal
Forgiveth one in time surreal
No more distasteful needing and wanting words
The I love thou's shalt no more heard
He's lost his touch
He's lost his cure
Giveth up all
Forgotten the world
Paintings he shalt go on in
Be like the greats of archaic sin
Handstroke brushes to pull him in
He's done
Oh my
He's done!!!

Gods in the great marketplace
thunder down shiny aisles
shopping cart war chariots
wheels wobble and screech
scarring waxed white tiles.

Collide with metallic clash
as child in basket screams
they race toward
piles of heaven on sale
19.99, or two for one.

The gods at war
not for the last morsel of food
but for the last discount
TV or gaming console
on holy Black Friday.
Thanksgiving now just
a day of feasting and rest
before the annual battle.

Sacrifices must be made:
a child trampled, a neck tazed,
eyes pepper sprayed.
Minimum wage slaves
hungry for holiday pay
crushed at the gates
upon altars of GDP.

Wide eyed crowds stand
hands held high, screens aglow
filming the spectacle of combat,
the shoving, the victors
wrestling precious boxes
like battle standards
from grasping fingers.

Let the world adopt
our customs, kneel at
our sacred altars.
Look how mighty
we have become!

Hello Sunhead
Unheaded director in whatever direction
Tease to be the only one inspection
Tazed too, un-fit unwitting dancing depiction

Hello Sunhead
Do not be afraid that my name is diety,
For fear in a firm light touch lightly you lost in piety
For what?
We are what not? But, to be believing in her faith in pedigree,
The degree we ***** existence makes love like winds in lofty leanings

Hello Sunhead
Hi, said my only side you see, I want you to be seen
Flashlight in the eyes of the aether, which with folding chairs made cloudy on paper
The Napier’s staple, cold ensemble you assemble within reach
Bleach bone napkin cuts deeper like hailing holders of my paw printing preacher
I’m going to be the teacher, the wretch, my name is a stretching of two stars signs signing singing and sighing...fun…is the opt-out.
I sing to you my praises.
Not that you may hear them, but to be near them
For burning may sting, but a singed arm scarf coiling off the palm springs is a helluva day than wetter.
To hold them with a handle like a grip in a snakeskin locked chest.
I say I know best, but that’s not true.
Hello Sunhead. I miss you.

By: Cedric McClester

Good afternoon
Officer Cop,
Will this be a routine
Or a deadly stop?
Sorry my license
Inadvertently dropped
But there’s no need
For your gun to be cocked

I’ve had the talk,
So I’m not resisting
Though how come you
Seem to be insisting?
I’m being belligerent
As my arm is twisting
No need for your partner
To be assisting

I’m out of my car
Lying on the ground
Now that I’ve been tazed
See, I know the sound
But there’s no need
To fire a round
Or to use judgement
That proves unsound

How many times
Must I say, “I can’t breathe!”
Before I’m gonna
Just be believed
I’m not suggesting
That you be naive
But what are you actually
Tryha achieve?












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