Can We Just Be Friends
Fell in love again,
but this time he's a friend
won't you lend a hand?
Smoothe lines
Dark skin
So I asked a friend
"Should I risk giving up my heart again?"
his breathe smelled like warm milk in the morning
That cradle of skin
Ooh... my friend,
This love we could not pretend.
I want you to learn my heart
get to know me before you come in
are you ready? :)
No sex before marrage
yeah I'm "that type of Christian"
Don't attack me with your kisses
My sensuality comes from within.
Relax!
My pending body
he thought I was hiding from sin
But still he said
"OK best friend"
He said tongue kisses were the trend
day by day he would recommend
no harm did he entend but,
Temptation created tension
He said "I want to feel the motions of your emotions."
Imprisoned by our love I began
to put you before my faith
and you before my friend
I felt it in my heart,
But I didn't want it to end
So I said,
"Do you feel the same way about me, about us?"
Can we make ammends?
Restless lips and restless hips baby said,
"It depends."
I was hurt.
Mistook his mentality for his maturity
Went through so much to let him in
I still didn't want this relationship to end
Can we just be friends?
So caught up in the maddness I had forgotten how silly you had been
That cradle of skin
So I take my broken heart
And I give it to you again.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
POETRY: "Weak Man’s Prayer" By Cheryl A, Baldwin
As I lie in my bed, I start to dream. Deep thoughts arouse in my mind. I start to sink into a world unknown…
I imagined his silhouette so strikingly beautiful. A heavy, strong fellow I would say. Tempting to the mind and tantalizing to the taste, I knew that this quest was too much to handle, but I couldn’t stop. I was too far gone. I didn’t know what I‘d gotten myself into but, I didn’t belong. “Lord help me,” I say, “This is beyond my powers…” I flip open a bible to the book of psalms, “Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste…”
Weak Man’s Prayer
“Make Haste Oh God to deliver me
Make Haste Oh God I Plea
You see
My life is Shattering
And no joyful praise there can be
So make haste oh God, Make haste oh God, Make Haste Oh God,… for me.”
-Cheryl A. Baldwin
Imagined his silhouette I,
Imagined it heavy,
I imagined it strong
I, imagined it…
Stepped into a world too much for the senses
The mind
The soul…
Left feeling
Raped by his heated figure and
Moistened by the sweat on his tongue
I get down on my knees,
and pray to the Heavens that I was wrong.
That my sheets weren’t just hydrated
That my mind wasn’t just gone,
again
and again I pray to the Lord that I was wrong.
That my bubble guts didn’t just
Pop!
and fade away
That my life didn’t just began a new song
“Caught up in the rapture of love”
But I don’t belong...
I’m in a world without my God.
and I’ve been here too long
Loved everything he did to me, but my God, he knew, this journey I shouldn’t have come along.
So I pray and pray, that I was wrong.
I prayed and prayed that it was still a dream, and that I had just imagined everything that this world had to offer. I prayed all night long. I envisioned the disappointment of the Lord, and didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. Well… to end my story… I guess, I knew I was wrong. I knew that, what I had done in my mind had somehow resurrected into reality, and I knew I was too late … It felt like something I couldn’t even pray for…But I did.
As I flip my eyes to the next verse, I pray in synchronized prayer, “But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God, thou art my help and deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.
I imagined his silhouette so strikingly beautiful. A heavy, strong fellow I would say. Tempting to the mind and tantalizing to the taste, I knew that this quest was too much to handle, but I couldn’t stop. I was too far gone. I didn’t know what I‘d gotten myself into but, I didn’t belong. “Lord help me,” I say, “This is beyond my powers…” I flip open a bible to the book of psalms, “Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste…”
Weak Man’s Prayer
“Make Haste Oh God to deliver me
Make Haste Oh God I Plea
You see
My life is Shattering
And no joyful praise there can be
So make haste oh God, Make haste oh God, Make Haste Oh God,… for me.”
-Cheryl A. Baldwin
Imagined his silhouette I,
Imagined it heavy,
I imagined it strong
I, imagined it…
Stepped into a world too much for the senses
The mind
The soul…
Left feeling
Raped by his heated figure and
Moistened by the sweat on his tongue
I get down on my knees,
and pray to the Heavens that I was wrong.
That my sheets weren’t just hydrated
That my mind wasn’t just gone,
again
and again I pray to the Lord that I was wrong.
That my bubble guts didn’t just
Pop!
and fade away
That my life didn’t just began a new song
“Caught up in the rapture of love”
But I don’t belong...
I’m in a world without my God.
and I’ve been here too long
Loved everything he did to me, but my God, he knew, this journey I shouldn’t have come along.
So I pray and pray, that I was wrong.
I prayed and prayed that it was still a dream, and that I had just imagined everything that this world had to offer. I prayed all night long. I envisioned the disappointment of the Lord, and didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. Well… to end my story… I guess, I knew I was wrong. I knew that, what I had done in my mind had somehow resurrected into reality, and I knew I was too late … It felt like something I couldn’t even pray for…But I did.
As I flip my eyes to the next verse, I pray in synchronized prayer, “But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God, thou art my help and deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
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
Friday, June 13, 2014
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
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
Thursday, June 12, 2014
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.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
POETRY: "FRE3BAS3" by O.J. Huckleberry
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
Sunday, May 4, 2014
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
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
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