The Rich Man

You know, some people say 
The way I act, its just like a rich man      
They say the way, I walk     
I talk, its just like a rich man     


So then I must be rich   
I am a rich, rich, rich, Mr rich man  
They say the way I laugh surely    
Just like a rich man     


So then I am a rich man, I must be  
But then my bank manager frowns   
W' he sees me, clocks ticks slowly in his eyes, at my presence   
Not the fat cat he hoped for, he prefers to see   

Somebody go tell him, with a firm grip on awakening 
Explain the confusion, with authority and clarification  
That I am a rich man, I am rich  
Indeed I am a rich man, I am seriously rich


For my content made as in, me as a being, rich  
Because I live a rich life, full 
Banking smiles around  all day, with joy
In my portfolio of deeds done, all day with warmth 


Happiness in stocks take  
Return in harvest, investment of smiles, kindness
I am joy, happiness runs in my blood veins 
That is why some people say  


Some people say, the way I act   
Oh, its just like a rich man 
I am rich, rich, richness is made of me 
So call me, Mr rich man, I am rich 


And I like to spread it  all around 
Call me the philanthropist, free giving 
Sharing my wealth, like rain on drought land
I am so rich, rich, rich, I say 


That is why 
The way I walk, I talk, I smile 
Oh, just like a rich man
Call me, Mr rich man, richie rich

Talking Drums, Being Human

I am a man about with words,
Sometimes you may be right to think
The English dictionary resides in my head  


Making connections seamlessly  
Like the weave of tapestry effortlessly
I am a man about with words  


If I was to be a priest, blessed to preach  
Hallelujah to my last word sentence we speak
One of those charismatic priest 


I would have had a mega church  
To animate my actions and words on stages  
I am a man about with words  


A poet no less  
Self proclaimed  as thus  
For I am a man about with words  


Politician with a flair
I am to wow the crowd
I am a man about with words


Talking drums will mimics my verses 
Sending sound waves across the landscape
Announcing, there is a man about w' words


Philosophy will carry a message in abstract The wise excited of it's parable, 
While others ponder over meaning. 


But some times I just stammer on "the" 
Being tongue tied, like a dream of nightmare 
I am a man about with words  


Still only human
When the talking drums go silent
With words "slipping through my fingers"


I am a man about with words
Being human, talking drums
I am a man about with words

Kiss and Tell

I will buy you flowers,
Scent you and serenader you,
To steal your heart, with old romance


Get close to you
Like the need on viewing
Screens on vintage box, analog


To be attached to you, in pairing
Like two head-moulds of clay
His and hers, embraced in permanent state


Close doors, shut curtains
And have you pronouncing
In foreign language


Cheery goes ripe
Pop, on summer's day
I will ignite your bare necessity


Be your yung and line you up
With all the happenings in spring
Bird's  love; to pollination


When I kiss can you not tell
The vibration from my heart
That I am so much into you