Author Archive for Cher

CAN U HEAR ME NOW

 CAN U HEAR ME NOW

No one wants… to walk thru life alone
No one wants… a heart with no home
No one wants… to be kicked and  unloved
No one wants… to be the person… in place of
No one wants… to cower and be afraid
No one wants… to pay the price… they should’ve paid
No one wants… to wear a hurt suspended in time
No one wants… to be associated with its deed n crime
No one wants… to dance in the folly of rejection
No one wants… to pray for a touch and subtle affection
No one wants… to marry anguish only to exist n cry
No one wants… to be broken… void of wings… n can’t fly
No one wants… to dress and wear a blanket of shame
No one wants… to bathe and marinate in the blame
No one wants… to walk in the shadow… of your shoes
No one wants… to know… if not me… then who
No one wants… to welcome the thoughts of suicide
No one wants… to later stop and realize why
No one wants… to have a revelation of truth
No one wants… to grow with a pain you can’t soothe
No one wants… to mirror the failure framed on the shelf
No one wants… to question… the power of self

No one knows… the constant torment inside
No one knows… the daily battles for pride
No one knows… the damage or your health
No one knows… the emptiness in its wealth

On my knees I cry… and wish I could pray
But the faith that it evokes… escapes me everyday
What I bleed and cry for… is tattooed and ingrained
The tears inside… simply anoint me by name
Alone I stand… Alone I cry
Alone I paid… Alone I must fly….

©2010 Cheron Lyght

EXCUSE ME, HAVE WE MET

 

 

I’m the kind of woman… who knows what to say

                                       Hands on my hip… saying I don’t play

I’m the kind of woman… who knows how to please

                                      Give me a minute… I’ll have you on your knees

I’m the kind of woman… who speaks her mind

                                      Brimming with attitude… and can’t be defined

I’m the kind of woman… other women seem to hate

                                      Treat Ur man right… or seal your own fate

I’m the kind of woman… who doesn’t play games

                                      Tricks are for kids… and Buffy ain’t my name

I’m the kind of woman… that makes grown men cry

                                     One night with me… and you’ll find out why

I’m the kind of woman… that can sway you with a glance

                                    My loving so fierce… it will keep you in a trance

I’m the kind of woman… who struts as she walks

                                    No need to worry girls… jealousy is nothing but talk

I’m the kind of woman… who doesn’t have rules

                                   However, play with me… and I’ll take you to school

I’m the kind of woman… that shows no fear

                                  Boys need not apply… until you’ve grown a pair

I’m the kind of woman… who can hold her own

                                  Love to have a man… but not scared of being alone

I’m the kind of woman… with beauty and brains

                                 Treat me with respect… and my heart you may claim

 

 

 

 

SELFISH LOVE

 SELFISH LOVE

Please Father Time.. grant me a wish
Let me return.. to a day I was
remiss
Give me the chance.. to right a wrong
Allow me time.. to change the song
What was once hidden.. has come to light
A moment in time.. has become endless night
Once again evil.. the role that I played
Now on display.. my body I betrayed

Please Mother Earth.. I appeal to thee
Allow my soul.. a chance of reprieve
Granted a gift.. I foolishly returned
Now blood on my hands.. rightfully
burns
A slap in the face.. for a precious cargo made
My body holds sorrow.. a guilt with no shade

Please Father Time.. help me make it
through
I tried to fool my heart.. but I couldn’t fool you
Wall of protection.. that never held ground
Body retaliates.. no vacancy to be found
Took the life of my own.. branded in shame
Guilty as charged.. life sentence my fame

Please Mother Earth.. absolve me of this tale
Made to bare life.. N purposely I failed
How do I reconcile.. her life for mine
Mothers are to nurture.. how did I miss the sign
Tears fall and bleed.. no room left for pride
Forever tortured.. by the angel once inside

Please Father Time.. turn back the clock
Give me a chance.. to be as steady as a rock
I have the strength now.. to hold her soul
On bended knee I cry.. grant me parole
A voyeur of life.. crippled in regret
Stained on my heart.. a permanent
debt

Please Mother Earth.. concealment is denied
My heart is in tatters.. I can no longer
hide
The ‘M’ on my chest.. is there for all to see
Branded a murderer.. for all eternity
Time to face facts.. too late to erase
No one to blame.. but the reflection of face

Don’t bother Father Time.. it’s too late for my soul
Dug a grave deep enough.. and its swallowed me whole


Oh Mother Earth.. PLEASE spread my
plea
It only takes a moment.. to show your capability

The Looking Glass

THE LOOKING GLASS

As I sit amongst The Few the Proud and the Many
I am struck by the familiarity of it all

Our lives portrayed on the stage of life gifted and raw
The skin we are dressed in polished to its extreme luster

Constantly striving to portray our better halves our better selves
An achingly astute place from within that beckons destiny

No escaping the ultimate journey embarked on by hungry need
As one, our voices drown woes ultimately overcoming droughts

The consuming need drags forth a hope outreaching and drenched
Parched dreams instantly sated by heavenly downpours muse

The awakening of hunger vastly satisfied and fulfilled
Realities flame and essence rises and takes shape in flight

Hope struts and blooms striking all on vanities row of souls
This anointment cast for its outwardly infectious nature

The Few the Proud and the Many we are
Struck by the familiarity of it still



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