As the mind clear and the dawn flickers with the passing seconds, allowing the minutes to tip-toe by leaving a imprint across the night sky. Quietly disappearing with the dawn that is merrily sneaking in to take place of the earlier darkness with sounds that joins the light. It serenades ever so peaceful while being a warm delightful ascending melody of the winds and some birds playing and dancing in a still blurry vision which accompanies the opening of one’s eyes upon rising. To be in the sight of beauty; the first glimpse of a sparkle catches the watchers soul with a grasp is paralyzing of joy.
Now the sounds of heavy breathing has infected ears to induce joy and happiness.
Knowing that it is I who is sharing space that the morning sunshine has solidarity control. Now it is me; yes me who know shares this space with your lovely soul…
As the moon disappears and dawn begins to shine on your beauty as it illuminates the world; to show all of its inner and outer grace.
Flowers and trees may tremble as a gentle breeze tickles the leaves and also the petals, to earthly play a game of tag.
The fingers of the sun reaches out to warm your toes to welcome you as you rose.
To see your inner beauty seep from deep inside of your soul come to the surface with such a glorious glow.
My passion for you seems to engulf this spirit and guide my thoughts and actions as I draw near.
Mmm, your scent smothers me with an addictive arousal, making it difficult for my body to travel.
As time for work nears it is you where I want to spend the day, and if I had one wish it would be on me to stay.
My love for you will never be more expressed as it swells and escape my chest.
Just letting the universe know of you; the one I cherish and adore the best.
By C. E Cheatham
For My Aunt
The woman who is my mother’s sister is also my mom.
She has whooped me as well as helped me escape, and showed me to be calm.
She snuck me snacks; cookies, chips, and things like that.
Helped with homework, spoke up for me whether right or wrong
The love we share is beyond the measurement of strong.
I will keep our memories alive well after you are gone.
My auntie. My auntie.
I just want to say from me to you thank you for being my.
C. E Cheatham
Father, Dad, Old Man titles of the man who loved me his way.
Who showed me how to stand tall and to play.
He taught me strength and values.
He may have not loved my mom I understand, the two were not one.
But he loved me as his seed, as his prince, as his son.
The love I have cannot be compared to none.
He took me to the park, he may not have been super in your eyes.
But to me he is my super guy.
I will give all he has given me to the world.
When I look in the mirror I see my dad.
Pops I know things I've done may have made you mad.
Some of the things you did made me sad.
But, no matter what I will always love you
C. E Cheatham
As I am longing for your embrace and gentle kisses dreams of making you my wife and mistress.
Engulf my thoughts and actions leaving me with quite confusing intentions.
Shall I pursue aggressively to show my way of being passionately caring and loving or.
Shall I tip-toe with a shyness approach with small laughs muted giggles while remaining a riddle?
To unveil a package with enthusiasm and actually being what you could only fathom as a dream.
Self-esteem keeps my drive going my confidence allows me to stop wandering what could or can be.
By the twinkle in your eye I am willing to give you much more than a try.
Happiness is the joining of you and I.
C E Cheatham
America the great, America the fake, history says our past was filled with mistakes. Maybe it was all that could be done, possibly they didn’t know their actions would cause us not to grow? Peace and acceptance is all we wanted, all we received was violence. Demonstrated with peaceful protest and was attacked by man and beast. Groups were formed to show unity, quickly the opposition infiltrated the groups with no impunity. Using trickery to cause division, and murderous plots against all black leaders, or buying their voices to control black people, and made them black people steerers.
With this format in place it allowed them to do what they wanted to. No resistance just acceptance not willing to go to war, but stay quiet and take some more. We have held every possible position but look at the spot we are still in.
We teach our youth to stand up against bullies, all the while we are being bullied. Our fathers, our sons, and even our mothers are being killed, yet and still some black leaders will come on TV and ask you to be quiet and stand still. We will fight one another to the death about respect. It is time to show we won’t lay down and be checked. Be willing to protect yours and the brothers who are willing to stand on your right and left. Enough is enough and truth be told the pressure we feel is from our on hold. So it’s time to take your hand off your own throat. Time to show we are not taking no more. We want our respect from shore to shore.
By, C. E. Cheatham
As the sun slice through the night sky, the twinkle of the stars begins to die. The songs of nature starts the daily melody, it is a new beginning to yesterday's past. Now enjoy to the fullest, starting with smiles and laughs...
C. E Cheatham