You choked on chariots raw. Red egg yolk suppers, churned of the milk oceans this morning you kept.
The lintel of stone turned toward dusk. Some great dynasty of submissive spirits catering your morning
Out on a cart of muse, forms of heaven cannot even hear you. You are a soporific knot in the tale of your Old womanhood. In this infinite Tuesday morning your small black eyes, like an oil tanker toppling over The intense azure sea- shipwrecked, and lost.

Departing from your childhood you slurp Coca-Cola from a silver straw. From the corner store and inside Winter yawns. There is no face, only strikingly beautiful black hair. The body under you is at home in all
My hand's fingers have to fill. All the clothes that you could carry for the two-way adventure. There are
Never enough bubbles between your lips and the glass bottle you have. Only the score of the whistleblower. And the poor symphony you had prayed for into the dial-tone phone, the deep Wilderness, that stiff forever-ago budding from your coffee cup. Neurogenesis lifted from your Fingerprints and emblazoned into this lump of human ingenuity. The hopeless octave that cut us all short.    

Every short story that was left untold. There are the brief deaths recoiling in your spiritual architecture. The ****** of morphia has bourn me awake. Inside you are often unscathed, vanishing as some of Tonight's parts assemble you, on you blue is a beautiful color. The sweet retreat that gave you life or the bountiful deaths that counted you too cutely by your side. You are the sun in my black coat. Here is my sea, your sea, you'll see.

the plants I use for trauma
are **** and aya
but the feds who are not aware of God who values Equity
think their 'views' are superior to the Torah
the Tanakh, The Old Testament and the Good Book.
God gave us all the herbs and all the plants
he created the seed
he created the sun
he created water
He is the God of the Hapless, the Widow, the Orphan
He is the God of Equity
who do the Feds/ Cops/ Gov think they are ??
to interfere with Gods laws?
I tried to get **** to get rid of my trauma
the ops that ***** me
made sure my **** was laced with Fetanal
No thanks
it does not stabalise my moods to spray a Sacred Healing Plant with noxious addictive and dangerous chemicals
It is infuriating being ripped off again, and again, and again, and again, again and again.
God never gave noxious chemicals in Genesis, he didn't create Fetanal or what ever 'rat poison' they sent this whistleblower
I do know how vice squad operate
they control vice
like Priests pimped kids who had 'fallen'
fallen meant they got ***** 'once'
so now they hoes....
God cried tooo
you would cry too
if it happened to you

Soiled vital waters
fetid air, putrid eyes
enshrouded in their mess
pray your savior at mass.
Parched throats of children
skyscrapers of greed to worsen
Apocalyptic weathers.

Laughable leaders
******* you whole
you nodded to their role!
A nation forming fighters
Renegades! Ink traded for
a green and gregarious grenade
and in theaters, more horror and gore.

Curl up in bed with your ***** fingers
Ignore the insisting despair that lingers
Unattainable towers of desire
Sketching lines in your petty quire
Shout out to your flag carried by jocks
Olympic games of hardened idiots
Humans on paper, hideous grey flocks.

Sectarian society silenced by dollar signs
stupidly suffering the absurdity of this all
Lather your body in perfumes to find you whole
wash away the stench of your indifference
Gulping down whatever nectar of horrendous hope
Willingly treading down a meaningless lethal *****
Even our dying Earth won’t bend your deterrence!

August 29, 2018
Lyon

They that speaks so openly about things.
Seems to hide in the shadows of fear.
While speaking anonymously.

They admit.
They hadn't been approved to speak about the matter.
But sources seems to seek attention anonymously.
Even, in this case concerning us.

And before we knew it.
We was at the center of attention.
While the one that's speaking is barely known.

What people needs to know?
We can tell.
Unlike the whistleblower speaking unofficially about us.

The angst, the bile…
the true confessions, the lies
Hey this’ll make you smile…
“We have been working night & day
to keep the evil pox at bay”…

“No!”…You didn’t & you don’t,
you brief a learned stooge
who’s too polite to contradict
and he too sidesteps the truth - huge
apologies… but in fact I know
a source, a whistle blower
a real grafter of course - he’ll tell ya’

He sees beneath the radar,
sees what’s really going on… and
spills the beans at a crucial time
to expose the ******, the excess
the subterfuge, the slime, demi-crime
and BAM! he’s out - because, although
you’re the guilty one...

You’ve also got the clout,
the power to contradict and flout
the rules, the under-funded crawl-out
you scurry metaphorically to
dodge the fall-out. There will be more…
you whinge - but later… I promise.

Hide behind some positive PR
some smarmy spin to cover
your tracks, hide the mess you’re in.
Paper over the cracks…A new Royal Yacht,
a wedding… more cake anyone?…
Smile for the camera darling…
But time will catch you…
Tick tock… watch the clock.

Choose your time when dice should roll
to call the poll…while you’re
up they’ll be down, whilst the good
outweighs the bad… now, quick - SPIN!
Am I too near the truth?
Do you seriously think
we’re all taken in?

I'm falling by the wayside
I'm part of the up and coming coalition
Trying to get this contraption up and running
That will do away with paint realities

Chapter 11
Section 8
Stake-less bets and crucial moments
I am the noble savage
I can see the focal point
In my peripheral vision
I see a pesky pescetarian  
Tarnishing reputations
Varnishing them with rumors
Serving them with an appeasing garnish
That's their claim to fame

My left and right brain have their held thoughts
I know there is no "I" in "team", but there is one in "time" and you're wasting mine
I want to take the whistleblower and carry her over the threshold

       -Tommy Johnson

Let me submit some thoughts to the public:

If one novel can
Overturn your worldview, then
Maybe the view's wrong

If one poem can
Make you turn to suicide
Then you're not happy

If a few berries
Can overthrow your empire
Then it's bound to fall

If one whistleblower
Can discredit you, then your
Actions might be wrong

If one blogger can
Threaten your morals, then the
Morals are too strict

If one flaw can break
The entire system, it's
already broken

That's all.

By: Cedric McClester

The impeachment of this president
Is what is known as karma
Because the American public
Finally grew tired of all his drama
They long for the bygone yesteryear
When things were much more calmer
Although when he wants to
He can readily be a charmer

The impeachment of this president
Is clearly what is called for
Because we the Amerocan public
Can hardly take much more
And there are people like me
Who have taken into account
The volume of the accusations
Right down to the full amount

The impeachment of this president
Is a very serious matter
Even if you choose to put aside
All of the chitter chatter
But it seems that’s what’s called for
Under these circumstances
And the Whistleblower’s allegations
Only serves to advance this

The impeachment of this president
Falls within the Constitution
Unlike climate change
Or the attendant air pollution
He can’t throw a rock
Then try to hide his hand
Now he must take stock
‘Cuz everyone is not a fan



                 Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

For Don Juan aka Ocho
A Great friend of mine
and amazing person.
This is for You Bud!!



It's got us climbing up the ******* walls driving us insane, turning millions into homeless vagabonds.

Sleeping in cars, working two jobs, trying to build credit on the devil's ****.

It's got us wringing our hands in a concrete cell wishing we bought Armageddon Ammo.

It's got us staring at walls thinking about where the **** is Batman and Robin?

It drives intimidating cars that lie saying To Protect And Serve.

Huge guys who dead lift trains driving them, throwing homeless vagabonds in jail for sleeping on concrete.

They intimidate.
Humiliate.
Condemn and ******.

Telling you "I am doing my job."

No.
You work for the devil's ****.
Spouting off dark **** in our face.

It owns the media.
Runs for office.
Confuses you.

Drives you to whistleblower books, free thinking outlets, criminal injustice petitions covering ***** deeds exposed *******.

It slams down on your life
King Kongs fist railroading you
now you have to climb
out of the devils ****.

Good luck friend.

Nasty uphill battles
where nothing makes sense
follow me upside down
trying to hold on to nothing.

A long journey into darkness,
fog swallows you like you're a grain of sand burning to find your back to the ocean.

It sells weapons to other nation's
then wages war for profits.

It promotes terrorism trying to get you to **** your neighbours.

It divides and conquers.
It isn't ******* human.


It gets real hard
promises you
Peace and Heaven
then gives you A.I.D.S.
and kills you.

It looks to blame any one
it can find.

It stalked The Christ
crucified Him for Miracles.

It creeps through shadows.
Uses Fear and lust to grow bigger.

What the **** is it?
It's Everywhere.

MY GOD.

It's the devils ******* ****.

Everywhere I go
It's ******* everyone.

When patriots express their views
It trumps the deep-state network news,

Who call it this and call it that
Then spin it in their laundromat . . .

Apart from all they say and do,
Every conspiracy is true.

Take it easy. They'll implode slower.
Eric CIAramella is the whistleblower.

Following unsubstantiated reports regarding a potential news story, inhabitants of the neighborhood near what is purported to be the vicinity of the event describe seeing significant presence of both state and local law enforcement. Outside investigation and independent expert review have been brought in, according to a witness who declined to give their name on record. Sources close to the alleged whistleblower made unconfirmed allegations early Saturday, and a swift response by unnamed law enforcement agencies appears to be forthcoming. Federal and state agents are collaborating in an attempt to confirm the source or sources of the allegations. An agent wishing to remain anonymous until indictments are unsealed confirmed to KTW-TV: “we can’t say much yet but motives and identities of the perpetrators should be made known within a specified time-frame”. Residents were advised Sunday to be aware of suspicious individuals, both known and unknown, and to share suspicions or tips with local authorities through a hotline opened for that purpose. In the event that motives and identities are eventually disclosed, grief counselors and circus clowns have been alerted. Sources close to witnesses of the event maintain that a news story may have occurred.

Yes, yes, we’re magicians… (Samuel Beckett)

come to terms
a rhino in the elevator

whistleblower!

         bread and wine
fat and drunk

        the jails are full of geniuses.

By: Cedric McClester

Chivalry must have died
The day that soldier testified
His allegations undened
Although the other party tried
He was besmirched from the start
Despite having a Purple Heart
He’s a bona fide army man
So why call him a partisan?

In defense of the indefensible
You’re liable to hear all kinds of bull
From those who fear the lever pull
Of a primary challenge that’s a handful
They’re afraid of man who few elected
Who’s guilty as charged as suspected
No monuments will be erected
Once the full list of his crimes are detected

He’s a truth teller not a flamethrower
Who heard the call unlike the whistleblower
In other words an actual knower
And if I’m going too fast, I can go slower
For those who refuse to connect the dots
Instead prefer to take their shots
I guess you could say they’ve got the hots
For those who are the real patriots

He was never with me the suspect said
But why do those thoughts even enter his head?
Did it come from something Sean Hannity said
Or from the conspiracy theories that he takes to bed?
I guess it’s safe to say, that we’ll never know
Or the annals of time will probably show
Yet there are those who’ll say even so
As if the rest of us must be slow




             Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

It was a phone call
That’s all it was
Until he did
What he frequently does
Now it’s front page news
It’s the latest buzz
If it was you or I
They’d call the fuzz

Some call it treason
That’s too high a bar
Given the reason
Why we’re where we are
Call it collusion
Which itself is bizarre
But we can’t forget
He’s a reality star

The whistleblower
Felt compelled to tell
What he overheard
That rang a bell
Like a five alarm
Which he couldn’t quell
Or a garbage heap
With an awful smell

He confessed to us
In broad daylight
But that salient fact
Didn’t make it right
A crime’s a crime
Even in plain sight
So if you ask me
He isn’t very bright



         Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.