ODE TO MR. |
As I watched you stroll through the door
The words in my mind slipped down to my tongue
And before I knew it, I had to say damn this man is fine
Can I stay locked in this world of erotic thougt...
Posted by Cheri Valentine on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 08:22:00 PST |
NORMAL LIFE |
I used to have a normal life
Believe me it was normal as fuck.
I went to work, came home and watched TV
It was normal as fuck
But now youv'e come in
Re-arranged, re-directed and changed
All of my nor...
Posted by Cheri Valentine on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 06:58:00 PST |
These Old Hands |
I often say These Old Hands is a gift from my grandfather. When writing this piece my hands began to write so fast I knew it was a gift transmitted in.
These Old Hands
I look upon these hands of...
Posted by Cheri Valentine on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 01:40:00 PST |
DEEP CALLING |
DEEP INSIDE I HEAR THE DRUMBEATS
THE RYTHMS OF OLD CALLING ME
THE ORIGIN OF WHICH I DO NOT KNOW
THE CALL BECKONS AND I MUST GO
LOST IN A LAND OF COLORS AND SCHEMES
SOMEWHERE IN MY MIND I SEE MEADOWS ...
Posted by Cheri Valentine on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 10:35:00 PST |
