Prince Bradford's : Your Voice

Prince Bradford's : Your Voice: Your Voice Erratic But oh! Please Not a visit to the cardiac specialist For how could I explain? That prescribing medication wi...

Your Voice

Your Voice

Erratic

But oh! Please

Not a visit to the cardiac specialist

For how could I explain?

That prescribing medication will be vain

My problem is a simple but complex matter

For your voice still has that ability

To make my heart race and flutter

While it is said that the Eustachian tube

Is responsible for keeping my balance

That my heart does not understand

When it begin to dance

For your voice makes it palpitate

Blood rush to my face

Lighting in my veins a fire

Stirs up unmentionable desires

Makes my fears disappear

And I plays the role of the man

That racing of my heart

Neither anticipating flight nor fight

Just joy, happiness and delight

Leaving me in no man’s land

Befuddling my brains

Making it difficult to understand

Or give the appropriate response

For I am not in equilibrium

With any change in momentum

For I am out of breath

Appearing to nervous with sweat

And it is all the effect

Of your voice

© Prince W Bradford 2016

The look

Speak to me

Not with words

For often what my ears hear

My gut feelings rejects

Words are deceptive

And subjected to misinterpreting

When you speak

Echoes reverberates

Of your thoughts, your experiences

Shall you relate what you do not know?

Let the silence transmit

The truth that you will not utter

Don’t say a word

Or ever try to convince

For the truth resides

In what you cannot say

For here you lack knowledge

Freedom also from guile

So silence speak

For there is the absence of guilt

And in that one look

You say so much more than words

© Prince W Bradford 2016