Are not as tedious as they seem…

…to decipher

However, they are Complex…

Only to those who fail to see

The inner makings of he

Who’s  just a mere vessel holding the potion to emotional simplicity

See…

While you hate…

He uses your energy to congregate

The words and phrases you long to understand

Verbally penetrating your mind with the mere strokes of his hand

All the while you’re stumbling and falling within is occupital lobe

On his frictionless surface like an array of lights…

…you strobe

Please…

   Please…

       Please don’t get nervous

Puff…

  Puff…

     Passssssss his flow

Get amazed and dazed…

…then fade into his afterglow

To see the reminants of his future

Custom fit for you today

Etched forever in your memory…

… for instant REPLAY

© 2007 All Rights Reserved

Poetess Mahogany

**** This Poem Was Inspired By A Poem A Good Friend Of Mine (Louis Bryant III a.k.a. LB) Wrote Called: A Few Seconds Through My Head****

Much Love and Respect LB