FRONT ROW SEAT ..An Original Berna Poem
Excuse me if I get a little too deep
No telling where my thoughts will creep
I’ve reserved for you a front row seat…
Allow me to provoke your mental state
As my words penetrate your ear lobe
May they also invoke you to mentally probe..
When did living life as a facsimile become cool?
Doesn’t originality & uniqueness still rule?
I’d really like to try to fully express
So no need for U to wonder or guess
Whats on my mind
Allow me to unwind..
Deeper N deeper
While manipulating my A,B,Cs to the MAX
Your mind nor mine am I attempting to tax
Lets rewind back a ways in time
When chillaxing didn’t cost a dime
Virtual world didn’t even yet exist
Life was simpler then ooooO I can’t resist..
Reflecting back for a just bit N taking U with me
~We ride oh! we ride as Mary J says; back in time~
Weren’t things felt N shared then more intense?
When did the UNauthentic phase commence?
I want 2 go deeeeper
Attempting 2 grasp a retro vibe phonetically thru my rhymes
Can I ? GO deeeeper
Please! As I lay down my floetic flow at your feet
Sitting ever so comfortably in your front row seat
Allow me to freeeeely do what only I can do, as I do, what I DO
Sashaying my *words* onto paper while 2 myself still staying true..
Weaving my way into your cerebral mental table
Just know that I’m oh! So capable N able
Matter of fact
I don’t require an audience or applause
Bcause I’m sincerely writing for a cause
4 vibing phonetically for me is a releaseee
When penning my flow I’m truly at peace..
Exclamation mark ~ Period