Who Ate My Cheese

If my mind could manifest epiphany 
on records kept, keeping in memory 
when inks and papers explode 


Falling out in tea cup storm 
separated in distance 
for their own safety  


Then my most beautiful poem 
would not have been lost 
in ideas flash 

Path of Life

Your choice, on options given

Your choice, your choice, in acts taken

Your shoes. to walk-in. head-up 

Charlie Chaplin

Oh Charlie , back when I was so young 
And the box set, I sat in front  
Only showed in black and white, so small  


No words spoken to show intent, signs 
Act, actions, oh but you made me laugh so loud 
And I brought the house down, with giggles   


Like the house of cards, tumbling, rolling with belly laughs 
Running in fast forward, on walk steps, dance steps
On two legged fork doing the one, two step 


You knew how to wow the girls, so much, you show off
Moving in cartoonish ways with sway 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin  


What good old classics, truly time tested  
You gave to me in gift of joy and laughters 
Like clock works you never failed to amuse, like clock works


You made me laugh a thousand laughs, belly laughs  
Tears in my eyes, my jaw hurts, I ask for more 
Just on silent movies, oh  what such classics  


Oh what such happiness 
You brought to my door step 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin 

Subjective Perspective

A blow with a word strikes deeper
Than a blow with a sword 
Words are all we have 


Famously, frivolously, chitty chitty  
My girl says I make up words  
Sometimes I leave it blank, empty head in a room 


Meaning, this thing, "this thing" being my favourite line
Fills in the gap on thoughts, of  my missing words, read my mind 
Ok ok, time out, ours to hold, on hold, I remember word


Lets see, in pictures view  
Mirror, mirror, on the dictionary wall of words 
To whom is the word, best to behold 


This hold adds meaning in definitions expressed  
Thesaurus gives options, go on make my day 
On words to replace with, then with, them with  


Poets like big words, again with confusing conundrums 
As if methaphors are not  
Hard enough to decipher   


So brain works, brain food 
Brain storm, tic toc, tic toc,  sudoko
You should know by now


Already by now this is me ranting. 
But to t' point to be made, by now, on words with words
Chaos and order are two sides of the same coin 


So who holds order, ready in exchange for chaos 
Curiosity always gets the better of man in exchange 
I am heading towards order with word, patience,  me love 


The thing is, this thing is 
Poetry like abstract painting 
Needs subjective, perspective, rendition  


For the individual to make their own 
Mirror, mirror on the wall, this thing, with words 
Who is the most beautiful, of them all, to be used "subjective" 


Note: if you understood this poem, then you did better than I did

A Mexican Stand-off

Some times I feel like greed 
Going after too many objects that glitter  
My eyes goes blind, and I am left with none  


Close though, always close enough 
To taste ownership of the dream 
So I make a come back, on addiction of ambition 


Sometimes I stretch so much, so far  
I lose elasticity and take on other forms 
Like what lies between magic and the spell "half baked"

Longer in such forms than I want to be 

In transformation state. No one is suppose to look 
In the  hot eyes of melting ore, not for that long  

Some times it is the commitment that lacks 

Like sitting to watch a screen play about, me myself a' I  
By a bunch of rebellious teenagers, with other plans 


There is always that tingling feeling 
That takes me back, with strive 
For a while away from procrastination 


That lures me into just one more step 

When I am past the muscles  stretch of strength  

Just one more, to shy procrastination 

Sometimes I take that step, with vim  

Other times I feel  so stretched 
Chasing two dreams on opposite ends 


Facing a Mexican stand-off with a handicap  
Awaiting for outcome on count down 
Between sat in sofa comfort procrastination and strive 


Something has got to give, that is the rule
Something always gives, that is the rule 
When the needle drops, that is the rule  

But for renewed strength from back bones 
Which says to one, take on the two, am with you 
I believe in you, and no mountain is too high to climb 


To make it to one's feet 
And still be the fastest shooter 
With smith and western