Mother; I love you. I cannot say it enough but it is true. You were the first voice I heard, also was the one who taught me my first words.
For nine months it was me and you, with your care and God’s will your pregnancy with me made it through.
From the start your name was mom, and you was the first woman I loved.
As my teacher, you taught me how to be a leader; as my friend you taught me to loyal to the end.
As I grew there were lessons to be learned, when I broke rules my britches you didn’t hesitate to burn.
Mother; I love you!
I may have not show you the love I have, I didn’t understand I was on a rough path.
The arguments and my constant rebellion, I chased what I thought was success but, you saw me failing.
On a road of destruction, raising a teenage boy couldn’t of been an easy lesson.
When I decided the streets was my way, your love for me never strayed.
And when those prison doors shut, it was a quick reminder of you whooping my ****.
Mother; I love you!
With your sickness, it made me grow and mature with the quickness.
I had to become a father, so you could become a grandmother.
I became a husband so you could be a mother-in-law, all of these I made sure you saw.
As your time on earth was getting short, I knew I was going to lose my mother’s love and support.
Now that you are gone, I understand the man you left was strong.
No mom you raised no fool, and for that I will always love you.
Mother; I love you….
By, C. E. Cheatham

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 there is a storm a coming
Clouds litter the sky
Over yonder, the masses scatter even a few are running
Foresight is not a sense
And not listening to the sounds
Being rumbled, is what keeps the young from being solid
To a crumble
Two ears and one mouth is key
So youth listen two times more than you speak
By C E Cheatham

With the illumination of rays from a high, as with the wetness on the blooms in the fields a new beginning has arrived.
Melodies tickles the ear brought by winged beast, a calming attitude shall bestow peace.
Doing all just for ambiguity but in a place of misery, by being surrounded with a lopsided liberty.
To gallop through yards of wildflowers or sail the seven seas, your passion will always shine in what you believe.
To gaze upon the clouds not knowing what is a midst, seeking knowledge and answers to questions to make the good spirits lift.
The journey that lies ahead will not commence without a step taken, being ready to siege the day comes with being awaken.
Listening to the joyful sounds of laughter and young ones a play, with the excitement of opportunity on the inside you will not stay.
The aromas of nature intoxicate the nasal cavity, with the most pleasurable of pleasant scents. No visible ***** of moisture in the sky, so nice your question is why?
While the hours go by, the plot of  your journey is away and you are truly enamored with this lovely summer day.
By, CE Cheatham

When we can sight our edge
Heavily one will patiently pace
For knowing what lies ahead
Eliminates the risk of the stray
In darkness the tread is lightly
Knowledge illuminates ones step
Ever so brightly
Cautious and calm will steady the hand
It is the unknown that drives your curiosity
And the known that keeps the feet at a stand
Be willing to seek for you to guide your journey
CE 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

You mean more to me than the day needs the sun, more to me than a child wants to have fun.
You mean more to me than flowers and trees, need the birds and the bees.
As I think of us together, I know that with you every thing will get better.
My passion has arisen with the meeting of our souls, my heart I am willing to place in your hands to hold.
With each kiss that we share, those are the mini moments where we express how much we care.  
The feelings I have for you can not be measured with numeric notations, I am willing to count every star in the universe to solve this equation.
What you mean to me.
You mean everything
As we embrace I know that not another woman can take your place, because my greed won’t allow me to share your space.
If the time comes I shall be carried away, because I refuse to walk away from you and let our love stray.
If I could tell everyone in the world how much I love you, I would tell them everyday if it meant keeping our love true.
With a great prize like you trust me sweetheart for me it would be easy to do.
C. E. Cheatham

Sitting here.
Looking over there.
Needing to move but.
My mind is so stuck.
Wondering how to get out this rut.
Keep thinking and feel as if am pressing my luck.
Whew...!
The light has finally changed.
And now I can move my truck.