POETRY: "Sammy" By Cheryl A. Baldwin

You've written them down, but your

thoughts haven't left your heart yet.

So shy, so shy

Dont cry

Just let go Sammy.

I see you frown through your smile

I have to be tough, rough

You've been there for a while.

Spaced out in your own zone

Left in this definitive state. you've

sewn.

For yourself

Through life's quilt of problems.

Left to figure out what's best.

No time to rest cuz its their lives in

your hands.

Walking through Your mind alone,

grab my hand and hold

tight

You wont be on your own

We are here.

So shy, so shy

Dont cry.

Just let go Sammy.

And my luck wont last, cuz it's

Remembering the past.

Possibilities of what hasn't been

said

I am angry, I am scared.

Weaving through your life,

You, are the thread.

Beauty on the inside and out.

Power is what's ahead.

Strength is what's in your future, in

your body, in your head.

So shy, so shy

Dont cry.

Just let go Sammy.

But I'm not the one to preach

Be the guidance that you seek.

Your mind can't illustrate your words, your heart cant weep

So you must speak.

Poetry as my way to freedom

POETRY: "Just Step Out On Faith" By Cheryl A. Baldwin

2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.


Just Step Out On Faith

I'm afraid to step out on faith
so tired of ridicule and hate 
so into this state of mind that 
I would risk my chance at eternal life.
but dont judge me.
because im,
Im getting there.

So afraid of what's on the other side,
So I cover my face and hide.
Afraid to let loose the confidence inside of me.
afraid of what will be there
Head slouched in prayer,
Oh Lord please Comfort me!
Im getting there...

Im aftaid to step out on faith.
Literally and physically you see.
Stuck in this world of being nice all the time that i had forgotten about MY goals.
Forgotten about what I wanted to be in life.

Im afraid to step out on faith because the last time I left my comfort zone I got stepped on.
Like a roach in my mom's attic 
I was too small for my own good.

afraid to step out on faith.
afraid to let the ones that I love see the true me because life isnt as polite as i thought it was.
afraid to trust because
you had broken a trust that was already in shambles.
afraid.
afraid of what's to come after
all that has happened.
So I give it to you.

Im afraid to step out on faith, 
but the more you break me down the closer i get to the floor.
As i drop down 
On one knee
Two knees
I humble myself to the Lord.
I gasp my troubles away.
My Lord my God you were right there!

look in the eyes of your spirit, Cheryl
step out on faith
you hold the power
step out on faith
miracles can happen
step out on faith.

Im afraid to step out on faith.
but dont judge me.
Because im,
Im getting there

POETRY: Silent Love By Cheryl A. Baldwin

Silent love.

     no room for reality.

Cares given away to THIS world.

          Love as not a soul,

   not an image, not a face,

but an entity.

Seeping through this, semi-permeable heart of mine.

and I’ll never forget the day that your silence spoke to mine

and your daze transformed me into the flower that I have become.

Lift me higher, and higher

            With your quiet sentiments

And love me… only in virtuality.

 Optimize your life and mine

… with this silent love

No room for reality.

Cares given away to THIS world.

       love as not a soul,

    not an image, not a face,

but an entity.

Why does the world challenge us with the intellectuals

            like our whispers cant break the subliminal hate

no time for what we ought to be

… silenced by our intimacy

Silent love.

     no room for reality.

Cares given away to THIS world.

          Love as not a soul,

   not an image, not a face,

but an entity.

            You ran my dreams like the sun the earth.

Controlling my internal temperature

                         ventilating my lungs every spoken word

                                                            …and more.

Reaching for more.

        Every hushed kiss.

Silent love.

     no room for reality.

Cares given away to THIS world.

          Love as not a soul,

   not an image, not a face,

but an entity.

            Drag me out of it

                        Hard to resist

This soundless spirituality.

POETRY: "FRE3BAS3" by O.J. Huckleberry

IT'S LIKE THE 80s CAUGHT

UP WITH US.

Cocaine has become "cool"

again. 

We all have become fools

again;

It seems crack hasn't 

broken us enough.

Generations of ADHD babies

reborn on Cinco de Mayo.

The stench of Reaganomics

lingers in the air 

With Wretched Prejudice.

...

Newborns afflicted with 

weakened genes--- 

The struggle for a normal

life, has become painful.

We ignore the dangers facing

our community,

Crack is wack, 

Cocaine got us stuck

Like Blood hounds 

searching for a trace-less scent.

 --- After all who wants to 

be friends with a

Fre3Bas3 baby?

CopyRight || 2014 || O.J. Huckleberry

POETRY: "Intellext" by O.J. Huckleberry

Her words, concise,
Brief, like these lines.

Filled with landmines
of explored rhetoric.

Her articulate tongue able
to dance with syllables

Like lovers at an elegant
reception.

...

She's receptive to my
knowledge, taking in
My heavy vocabulary

Regurgitating her thoughts
like well planned blueprints;
she's meticulous with her words.

Our ideas take flight
with every additional
contribution, we learn

Better from each other
than from the professor.
She asks me:

"What is love as you
understand it?"

I reply, "It is a relationship
in which you never cease
to learn, one where you grow

together."

...

Is this what it feels like
to be in love?
Or, is this a mere infatuation?
Her intellext is attractive for sure.

And I know she's intent on
loving mine.
Her third eye scintillates
like the stars.

She is sequacious and
seductive, smooth and
salacious, slender and
slick.

I surpass her aesthetic
preferences and mental
expectations; she knows
I can be quite arrogant.

I breathe easier knowing
she's formulating ways
to impress me, instead of
stress me.

Dare I say
I've met my match?

Copyright || 2014

POETRY: 'Eyes Wide Open' by Kabriel Moorehead

Eyes Wide Open
By Kabriel Moorehead

Somewhere in between being short on change,
And being unable to afford not to,
We crossed paths.
Unknowingly a casual smile without a stutter
Caused my soul to grow wings and flutter,
A few steps ahead of my mind.
Because something so pure,
Wastes no time waiting for reason to catch up.
Sometimes the pressure inherent in words ruins
The beauty created by a moment birthed of innocence,
And nestled in silence.
As the final fleeting seconds of our encounter unfolded,
I mustered the courage to ask for your name.
You smiled once more
As I awoke,
Finally facing a reality more regal than my dreams
Copyright 2014| Kabriel Moorehead

POETRY: 'Mess To Masterpiece' by Jazelle Handoush

Mess to Masterpiece
By Jazelle Handoush

You poured ink onto my skin and said,
"This is what you are.
A mess.”
But I contradicted your claim
and used that ink to twirl black holes and starry cosmoses
across my arms
to make the mess into a masterpiece;
an art.

Copyright 2014 | Jazelle Handoush