Freedom of F-----G Speech Baby

By Sherlyn Gajewski

Freedom of F-----g Speech Baby is the perfect title for this book, for it is what we all want to be. Its a no holds barred book with words unhidden and unhindered. I am so glad that I live in a country that allows me to have this freedom of speech and that has allowed me to write this book and I am one who is not afraid to use this opportunity to its fullest extent.

This is an author who will never shy away from using strong vocabulary. Some of my thoughts and vocabulary that are used in this book may shock you and make you shake your head in disbelief. This book is not for the timid and shy readers. It is graphic and modern, because that is what we have become in 2013; very descriptive and contemporary. So enjoy what this wild natured mind has to offer the writing world. Enjoy the trip of a mind that is not afraid to speak and put her words on paper for everyone to read. This book portrays a woman of confidence that is shown in her writings and she has written some self- help and healing poems that will turn you into the self-assured person that you should be. That is why I chose the title Freedom Of F---ing Speech baby, because I believe that everyone should have that opportunity to write and speak freely because it shows a great sense of confidence. To me there is nothing better for a writer than writing whatever you feel at the time and if it is uncensored it makes its all the better; and having the chance to make a book of these feelings is one of the greatest achievements a person can offer to the world. I thank you for this opportunity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481750271

Sherlyn Gajewski

Sherlyn always said that when she turned fifty years old that she was going to publish a book; well here it is baby. Sherlyn has been writing ever since she could remember. She remembers sitting in an empty classroom at school smoking out the window and typing out her poetry. Her love and passion for writing keeps her awake at night and wakes her from sleep only to grab that pen and paper to write things down, she will always give her writing the best. She is very strong, independent and charismatic. She loves to travel and always wanted to go to Jerusalem; so after she publishes this book in Indianapolis that is where she will be going. If she ever gets rich and famous off of this book; she plans on buying a huge cruise ship and inviting all of her friends and family to come and live with her there but they have to buy their own groceries. She has always been great in the arts. She is one of the best writers in this modern day and age. The only thing she can’t do in the arts is play an instrument. But writing has always been her passion and has been since she was a little girl. To go down in history as one of the great writers of all time would be a dream come true for her. She is a free spirited want to be wild child. She does not drink or do drugs which she is totally against but she loves to have fun when the time is right which is most often. She loves God, writing, the sun, her daughter and her granddaughter Blakely. To her those are the four most important things in life.

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CONTENTS

A Vision Of God

A Vision Of God

The Voices Of The Women

Ode To A Hooker; (Born March 27, 1972)

Candora 248

Ode To A Stripper

Poems I Wrote In School

We Found Something New

A Promise That I Hope You Keep

Call Me

You Should Have Listened

The Blooming Of Love

Loneliness

The Little White Dove In Gallilee

Shyness

Making Believe

Please Don’t Go Away

You

The Good Birdie

The Mountain

I Am Sorry

Strive For Your Future

When Will I See You Again?

I Will Still Love You

The First Time

Seasons Of Love

Thinking About Summer In The Winter

Love Overpowered By Madness

I Was Wrong, Yeah Right

School

Outer Space Earthlings

What Is A Rainbow?

Life

Reminiscing

The Vow

The Story Of A Dying Love But Not Of A Dying Heart

Winter

The Days Of Snowy Gray Have Finally Gone Away

A Makeover

Problems Handled, Problems Solved

True Love

Gloomy Thoughts Of Winter Time

The Turn Around

The Night

Trails

My Friend

I Believe

Oh Those Boys

Ode To The Apple

I Became What You Needed From Me

I Thought That It Was You

Alone

Playing Coy

Caroline

God Please Free Me

I Made It

Newest Poems I Wrote

The Definition Of A Native Beauty

Coveted Holidays

The Angry Peaceful Sea

In The Water Thou Shall Not Float

A New Language

Blayce Won The Race

I Went To My Heavenly Chair

Serenity

Drinking Rum And Playing Bum

My Lifes Hits And Misses

Our Coveted Thunder

Something That Only I Can Acquire

I Am The Waving Queen

In And Out Thoughts

Good Repetition

The Marriage Between Oh Henry And Sweet Marie

The Ghosts Of Drake And Jake

Joe

Pinkles And The Red Rose

Mood Swing Trip

Mark, Sherlyn And Tootsie

Bitches

My Kingdom At The Top

Watch And Beware

The Story Of Amanda Todd

Dealings

To The Child That Once Was Amanda Todd

Homeless Lives

Only God Builds The House

The Potholes On The Road

New York City

The Haunting

The Flame

Not My Fault You Were Late

I Will Climb Past The Top

New Recipes For The Hungry Palet

Untitled Poems

The Fantasy Honeymoon Of The Minature Me

Every Poem Is Untitled

The Race Is On

The Race

Words Turned Into Ashes

Words From A Mind In Heat

One Night In Bangkok

The Stoner Is Doing Good

The Stage

Applause

The Poet Of Facebook

The Weed Will One Day Wed

Snowflakes

Difference In A Time Of Need

Coco Bongo Star

A Look Of Disbelief

The Conductor And Me

A Game For Fame

The Tractor In The Snow

Appetite

Eggs And Socks

The Blue Collar Gothic Cowboy

The Indianapolis 600

Intelligent Yes, Mature, To A Point

If It Is Broken And Works For You Leave It Alone

North, South, East, West And God

Swan Song

Cow, Sow Or A Big Bow Wow

Internet Stalker

Blue Sky

Broken Stones

Not Only On Sunday

Brilliant People

So Baby Let It Go

The Garden And Water In The Sky

He Is Looking Down At You

The Eyes And The Asshole

Broken Soul

Goodbye To The Man On The Internet

The Boy

Dave

I Will Go With Thee

Tea Towels

Significant Signs From God

Sufficient

Mrs. Styers

Unwind

Disarmed

Rise Up And Hit The Road Sher

Jim And Kim

Cross My Line

The Sadness Core

Southern Country

Writers Block

Lonely

Nine Days, Nine Words, Nine Rhymes

In My Peace Of Death

Me

The Tree Dump

My Inspiration Poem I Wrote To Myself (For The Book I Want To Be My Own Lawyer)

The Ironic Tale Of The Word Belief And God

Fuck You? I Fuck Me!

The Stars Of Light

He Draws The Line Of Me

Fucked Up And Not Fucked

Delving Of The Mind

Words

The Resume Of A Writer

Overpowering Power

A New School Year

Be The Best That You Can Be

Adios Mexico

Food Combination Number 5

The Time Is Near

Lust, Not Love

A Hermit

My Obsession With Numbers Three, Six And Nine And The Breaks

In Between

Internet Obsession

The Contradiction

The Lady In Blue

My Human Male Welfare Cheque

The Wild Side

Levon

The Empty Vase

The Other Side

My Baby Daughter

A Mother

Your Friendship Has Always Been The Answer

A Grandmother’s Words

The Light

Every Day

A Wedding Poem

Dedication To My Daughter

The Clock

The Model Of The Night

My Days Of The Week

The Other Side

A Child’s Remembrance

From Far Away To Near

The Candy Man

The Gun

Him And Me

My King Across The Sea

My Father

Abnormal Train

Kick The Balls

Sugar Shine

Sugar Sher

The Rings Of Life

Fun With Ink

The Best Of Me

The Rule

More Fun With Ink

Strange Range

Jesus The Jock

The Church Of

The Heart And Mind

My Child

Me; The Author

Being The Victim

The Battle Of The Potato Peelers

The Healthy Me

The Fairy Tale Divorce

Life Is Full Of Wants

The Lemon Meringue Pie, The Joint, The Rye, And I

Jealousy, Envy, Bullshit, Concrete Walls And Jesus

Bountiful Treasures Of Rain Drops

Tears Of The World

Raindrops Around The World

My House

Ted

Dr. Phil

Teddy Bears

The Certificate

Inside Computer Joy, Yeah Right!

Only God Can

Haul A Day

Candle Stick

Look For A Smile

Take A Walk

Trials And Tribulations

I Will Tell You What The Point Is

Altercation

The Debate Over Forgiveness

Toothpaste

A Babies Death

My Son

The Man Upstairs

Hero

Zillions Versus Millions

My Holy Grail

I Found The Best

The Miracle Tree

The Day

Treasures

The Movie Of The Night

The Two Fuck Ups

Nothing

Bedroom Eyes

Wondering Heart

Leave It Alone If It Is Not Yours

Truth Hurts

Bring It

Think Of That

He Can Crumble The Mountains

Configurations

Hundreds Of Poems

Creations

A Piece Of The Mind

Jesus Christ And God Damn

Stars

Creating

Something About You And I

I Want To Thank All Of You

Whole And Real Dreams Of Day

You Played The Game

Mary Jane

Light Of Your Life

I Love Sleep

On Paradise I Stand

Soon My Paradise Will Come

I Will Let You Eat Me

Tattered Rope

Credit Card

I Wonder What I Would Say To Thee

We May Totally Disagree, But?

I Ran Outside

Make The Heart Grow Fonder

I Got Stoned And I Missed It

Dicks In A Crowd

My Take On Life

Intellectual Poem

The Penny Wishing It Did Not Belong To You

I Am In A Room With Me

The Five Senses

I Had To Get Your Attention

Is Better Than Saying Nothing At All

The Effect

The Electronics Of Your Mind

Beauty Contest

Ghost Writer

Playing The Game

Menstruation Annihlation

Give To Those In The Rubble

Let Us Know Who Reigns Supreme

The Total

Sicker Than A Dicker

The Watching And The Waiting

The Einstein’s

Train Cars Of Stupidity

Their Reign Is Gone

Producing My Qualities

The Flower Is You

Dream Flowers

Ignore To The Ignorant; Explore To The Unexplored

The Makings Of A Great Writer

The Brain And Heart Of The Soul

The Fish Inside Of Me

The Toonie

Roses

Stories Of A Writing Superstar

The Writing Superstar

Me And The Walking Air

The Thump

The Bed

Marble

The Beauty Of A Woman

Too Many Bobs And Robs

There Is Nothing Like A Word

There Is Freedom

I Want The Free

The Others

Do You Like What I Write

The Nub In The Tub

The Jurisdiction

The Inmate

The Thought

The Road Of The Pills

The Game

The Pie

Poor Hot Dog

No Way Neil

He Doesn’t Know Bob

There Is Just Something About It

The Speck

The Story Before And Now

The Legacy Of Timothy

Gus

The Water Of The Sea

The Legend Of Leatherhead

The Akers

Repeat Eat

Punky The Monkey

Kandie And The Candy

Kissing And Kicking

The Norm

What If

The Roach And The Cock

Two Blind Men

The Period Time

Involved?

Only In My Dreams

Chucky And Blucky

The Earth

Cake Walk

Playing With Tions

The Bus And I

Memory Drown

Baby At The Sea

Fire On The Sea

December 29, 2012

Fifty

The Picture

I Am Back

The High To The Down

High Is Just A Lie

Nova

The Letter L

Your Hole

The Chickadee

Poor Linda

The Resolution

Never

The Chase

Matches

Touch

Silence

Number Two

My Girl

The Purpose

The Mirror

Chim, Chimney

Bitch What Are You On

His Name Is Kid Rock

The Fishing Hole

My Imaginary Friend

What Shall I Cook Today?

The Ground Is Your Heart

The Ghost

My Dream

Me And My Glutes

I Want You In My Legacy

Qualities Of You

When Will Your Money Come?

The Universal Dream

Mr Foxy

The Intercourse

Figments

Wicked Deeds

My Impression Of You

The Penny

The Unwanted Troll

Injuries

Clouds

My Peace Is Her

Your Eyes

The Key

Yes

East Witch Versus West Witch

Crossroads

Sunny And Forever More

Mediation

Nikki

Barbie Dolls

God Will Read It

Dark And Sinister

Moving Up The Corporate Ladder

Feedback

Patience

Rain

No Thanks Marijuana

Discrepancies

I Am Clean, Mean, A Machine, And I Have An In Between

Truth And Justice

Wolf Dance

The Cross Of God

My Halo

The Journey

I Have Risen

Success Relies On It

In Order To Grow

Ignorance And Stupidity Versus Intelligence

Unknown Fairy Tales

Attract The Man

I Just Don’t Know

Cake Bake

What Lies Beneath The Circle Of My Hair

Stoned Frog

Of Course

Material And Life

Walk Around The Dead Butterfly

Sherlyn Gajewski

I Will Never Fall

Facebook

The Color Of The People

What God Did For Me Today

Hope For The Best

Karma

My Radiation Friend

The Book Shelf Of Life

Stitches To Close The Wound

The Urge

Words To A Song

Say No To The Fun Bum

Peace To Anger

My Own Lawyer

The Penny Poem

The Call Of The Penny

Loco Locomotion

Penny In My Pocket

Race Car Of Time

Momma My Chum

You Weren’t My King Or Kong

The Hand

Penny Miracles

The Page Of The Magazine

The Threat Of Oh Henry

Greedy For A Penny

The Snowed In Pennies

The Rash From The Slue

The Christmas Slippers

Seventy Six Wishes

The End Of Freedom Of Fucken Speech Baby

Daytime

Happy Birthday Sherlyn Joan Marie Gajewski, (March 27, 2013)

600 Stars (Written On March 28, 2013)

The Envelope

Time

I Want To Be The One

I Am Not A Chicken Shit

The Purpose

The Ground

Never Destroy A Book

Me And Use, Uce, Oose And Uice

To The Young And The Old; These Words Are Meant For You

Xantheppe

Two Boys From Zambia

The Yak

A Poet Is Who I Am

I Have To Feel Your Vibes

Destiny #2

When Pigs Fly

Molly And Her Dolly

People Watching

Poetry Master

I Am The Master

This Baby Is A Freak

The Permanent Marriage

My North Star

Freedom Of Fucking Speech Baby #1

The Perfect Me

We Can Not Decide

Obstacles

Shingles

Two Different Things

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

About me, Sherlyn Joan Marie Gajewski, author of one of the best poetry books that you will ever read.

I am fifty years old; and I always said that when I was 50 that I was going to publish a book, well here it is baby.

I am independent and free spirited and free worded.

I love to travel. I always wanted to go to Jerusalem; so after I publish this book in Indiana I will be doing that.

If I ever get rich and famous off of this book; I plan on buying a huge cruise ship and inviting all of my friends and family to come and live with me forever but they have to buy their own groceries.

I have always been great in the arts. I am one of the best writers that you will ever see and read. I draw but only cartoons from a picture. I am a great dancer and people always told me that I could have been a choreographer. My voice could have made in on American Idol; win I am not sure. I think I could with the right songs. I am a great cook and people told me that I should have opened up a restaurant.

But writing is my passion, always has been since I have been a little girl and always will be. To go down in history as one of the great writers of all time would be a dream come true.

I am a wild sort of person I guess. I do not drink or do drugs but I love to have fun if and when the time is right.

I love summer as you will see in my writings. I love getting dropped off in the middle of the lake with just me and swimming and lying on my back on an air mattress for hours on end just baking in the hot sun.

I am a heavy metal kind of girl. I love Motley Crue, Guns and Roses, AC DC, Kid Rock, and Shania Twain is the only country music that I like and will listen too. I love Lady Gaga with her theatrical lyrics and music, one of the best writers and singers ever.

Listening to Kid Rock, or Motley Crue full blast so the whole town can hear it in the summer is what I like the best and these are the occasions where I would smoke a little cabbage and drink a little beer, never over doing it, and just having the best of times with friends and family. That is what life is all about, having a blast.

And that is what this book is a blast. It is not for the timid and shy readers, so enjoy what this wild natured and wild mind have to offer. Enjoy the ride of a mind that is not afraid to speak and put her words on paper for everyone to read.

Sherlyn Joan Marie Gajewski, shy of vocabulary never.

A VISION OF GOD

A VISION OF GOD

On my way to I didn’t know where;

I was leaving my world behind;

I was looking for peace and happiness,

I knew that I had to find.

I started on my destination,

Which way I didn’t care;

And I thought that if I stayed behind,

I would never get anywhere.

I slept in the rain and wind,

The night air was damp and cold;

But I held fast to my dream,

And to that promise I did hold.

I had almost given up,

On my pursuit of something new;

But every morning that would come and pass,

I would get up and begin anew.

Something kept me walking,

East or west I did not know;

It felt like something was about to happen,

What it was I did not know.

I felt starved and weak with hunger,

It felt like the end was near;

I was frightened for myself,

And I had a dying fear.

So on and on I walked,

On the endless rocky ground;

Too tired to walk another mile,

I was too sick to hear a sound.

Then I heard the thunder crack and saw the lightning strike,

And the skies parted wide;

I felt scared at the thought of not knowing,

I felt like running away to look for a place to hide.

Then I heard a loud voice,

From the skies up above;

"Do not be afraid and run in fear my son; for it is, I your God from heaven above.

Where you are going my son problems exist there to

"Turn back and face your problems that you have at home my son,

Then you will find peace and happiness and your destiny will be done.

But if you wish to go forth,

Go ahead and see;

You may find what you are searching for,

But that is not your destiny.

Peace and happiness, is everyone’s desire;

Don’t go looking at life with hate and despair,

Its beauty and wisdom one must admire.

And if you ever feel like talking,

You will always know that I am here;

You must look to me for guidance,

And know that you must not fear.

I will handle all of your life’s problems,

If you work hard to set them free;

But you must trust and give me your love,

But most of all you must believe in me."

I looked at the vision,

Up in the sky;

I knew that I had found my peace,

And I began to cry.

I bowed to the Lord,

To this God of ours;

Than as if by magic this sandy, desolate, desert land, bloomed millions and millions of colored flowers.

Green grass bloomed,

Animals appeared;

Birds flew high,

And the rivers flowed clear.

The skies were blue,

The sun brightly shone;

The wind died down,

And the rain was gone.

I fell to my knees,

And I began to pray;

I didn’t know how,

But I tried anyway.

God , I said,

"I have found the way;

I want you in my heart,

I want you to stay.

Never leave,

Stay with me;

For I have found the light,

You have given me new eyes to see."

As the vision began to fade, God said,

"Starting now each of your days will begin anew;

So go in peace my child,

God be with you."

I stared at the vision,

Until it faded away;

But it was molded in my heart,

Like a bright new ray

I had a long way to go,

To reach my home;

But now there was something different,

I would never be alone.

I had a friend a confidant,

To talk to day and night;

To share my hopes, secrets and dreams;

Someone who will guide me to do what is right.

So I turned around,

And I followed my track;

I was going home,

I was going back.

I walked through fields,

Of golden wheat;

Mountains high,

And rivers that meet.

I felt a hand hold mine,

An invisible hand that I couldn’t see;

But if felt his presence near,

God was coming home with me.

My daughter Regent memorized this whole poem for school when she was in grade 6. I was so proud of her.

THE VOICES OF THE WOMEN

This poem is dedicated to all of the grandmothers, mothers, daughters, pregnant teenagers and little girls. Dedicated also to all the women in the world who have and who are suffering.

Voices, voices, a thousand; thousand voices;

Whispering, whispering; the time has come for choices.

This poem is dedicated to all the grandmothers, mothers, daughters, pregnant teenagers, little girls, and to all the single women out there in the world.

These women have the voice of strength and power;

That is never afraid of fear.

The voice that speaks up loud and clear;

And never stumbles mute.

They have the voice of knowing right from wrong; and a mind knowing to choose the positive.

The voice of pride and dignity; which makes them rise up tall.

They have the voice of confidence and control which makes them look you in the eye.

The voice that makes a difference;

And never stagnates in a soured world.

They have the voice of love and caring;

When it seems that there is no one there who cares.

They have a voice of hope and understanding; in a world of crying pain.

They have the voice of faithful truth; which is honored and never will lie.

They have the voice of life learned wisdom; which was fought time and again, but never died.

They have the voice of knowing that they have a voice;

To be reckoned with throughout the day.

They have a voice of tenderness and compassion; which lies an assuring hand.

They have the voice of many cultures,

All with a common bond;

To be knows as an equal, and to not be played upon.

They have the voice of the loudest volume; to make sure that they are heard.

They have the voice that takes away the tears;

Of the angered, saddened, and pained.

A voice that always offers,

Help to those in constant need.

They have the power of courage and dedication to look after their loved one’s in time of need.

The voice that rings out with laughter;

That puts a smile on your face.

They have the voice that lets out secrets, but only the secrets of the good.

The voice that was once considered forgotten; is forgotten no more.

They have the sweetest voice of a woman;

No man could ever resist.

The voice of man’s equal;

But of course they are the better half.

They have the voice that once was silenced;

But will be silenced never more.

The voice that once was a whisper; to a voice that booms out strong.

And the voice that has turned into power;

That is the voice that is here to forever stay.

For this is the voice of us women;

That is made equal by the hands of God.

It is the voice of the angels;

Who will never, hide behind the voice of the man.

Voices, voices, now a million, million voice; never whispering, whispering,

The time has come for choices.

ODE TO A HOOKER;

 (born March 27, 1972)

She walks the streets of darkness,

And she heads down to the stroll;

She becomes a part of the shadows, as she looks for a strangers glow.

Girls line up the sidewalks,

They are all looking for the same;

A chance to make the money,

From the men who will play their game.

A hooker, call girl, prostitute,

Her body she does share;

From fifty to one hundred dollars,

This lady sells her wares.

She stands on her selected corner,

And waits for passersby;

Some look at her with disgust,

So she turns away her eyes.

She looks upon the other girls,

The ones who are just like her;

The ladies of the evening,

All dressed up in furs.

In fishnet stockings, and five inch heels,

They walk back and forth a mile;

In miniskirts and halter tops,

They display their feminine wiles.

The streets are almost deserted,

Except for only some;

The men make their selection,

And leave with their chosen one.

One by one they disappear,

These hookers of the night;

And back again they come to stand, under the security of the street light.

A lonely man comes up to her,

He eyes her up and down;

He could be from this city, or a made up little town.

His real name could be Bob,

A name that she will never know;

They hide behind a disguise,

And like the wind they come and go.

She gets into his car,

She is scared so much she shakes;

And she prays to God to keep her safe, because her profession has high risk stakes.

She closes her eyes in silent prayer,

A belief that she holds very strong;

An angel at his mercy,

But in his eyes she has done wrong.

She wonders if she will return,

Or be found somewhere dead and cold;

Be kidnapped and be tortured,

Or to the underground will she be sold.

He takes her away,

Sometimes away too far;

And he has his way with her in the back seat of his car.

She asks for her fee,

But sometimes she forgets;

It is the heat of the moment,

That could wind up as a losing bet.

He takes her away,

Sometimes away too far;

And he has his way with her in the back seat of his car.

She could drown in their passion,

Be off somewhere in space;

They could use her to their advantage, while they take off her dress of lace.

She holds them tighter to her body,

And hears their cries from deep within;

It is an ecstasy that is paid for even though it is a sin.

She tells them that they are wonderful,

The best that she has ever had;

She is making someone happy, which in her thinking is not bad.

She whispers the sweet little nothings,

They want so desperately to hear;

If even for only a moment,

It makes their loneliness disappear.

He drops her off where he picked her up,

She looks the same as she did before;

She gets out of his car and says goodbye,

As she forever closes the door.

One time she went away,

On her mission to fulfill;

They found her body raped, strangled dead, lying naked beside a beautiful hill.

She was only 16 years old,

A child in her prime;

They have never found the man, who had done this hideous crime.

She never made it home this time,

They buried her deep inside;

That cold and blacked ground,

She thought that she would never lie.

So now she has paid her due,

And has lost in a game of chance;

Life dealt her a losing hand, in a hateful game of fake romance.

Now she lies in a lonely grave,

And leaves us behind to mourn;

For the beautiful girl she should have been,

And who has left our hearts shattered and torn.

She died: April 2, 1988.

My daughter was born a year after that on April 20, 1989.

CANDORA 248

This was a community center that I went to in the early 1990s. It was my first experience with community centres in one of the worst areas of Edmonton, and I thank God for them. At that time I wasn’t writing, and it brought it back to me; I wrote this poem, and The Voices of the Women. It brought so much to my life, and this is my way of thanking them. It was a program that I took their called Personal and Community Enrichment, (PACE for short). It changed me and made me a better person, and this was my thanks to them. That course made me start believing in myself and my writing again. I want to tell those who read this to always check the community centers out; they are a great place for programs and new friendships.

Personal community development is what Candora 248 is all about.

It is the best community project in Edmonton,

So take a gander and check it out.

In the midst of all this chaos,

Of gangs, poverty, and abuse;

It is a committee that pulls together, and helps us to prepare a truce.

A community center linked to our families and children,

That can make a difference in their lives;

And for