Was it here where I reached standing?
This inviting portal of delight
two tables, one full of books!
Was this the heart that opened?
Promising soft and wide richness of desire?
...A nice curtains on the door.
Was this she who called me in?
She of seductive grace beyond the others,
Grasping, bloused with our soft caressing.
Wasn’t I the man who came inside?
The peeling reflection of the focused me...
Then pocketless, drained, I!
My heart,
where art thou?
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
As I pass through this God given life,many are the things I see, hear, experience or dream.. In the process I build up words, while walking,working,relaxing or dreaming, and since they dont grow on trees,later on I consolidate them into these lovely pieces! I have more than a hundred of them, so the much you are seeing is just a tip of the iceberg. Finally i have a publisher! My first book will be coming out in November..book your autographed copy while stocks last.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Brown Eyes
Brother, the world crumbles at the sight of you.
Resting on your handsomeness in the eyes
Oh, he’s looking inside my soul!
...Whines the rest of the all girl gang
neither of them knowing that you are engaged
Ericka, your beautiful bride to be
you open them up wider in absenture.
Every one of them with jaws dropped low
surely, you caught all of them by your brown eyes!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Resting on your handsomeness in the eyes
Oh, he’s looking inside my soul!
...Whines the rest of the all girl gang
neither of them knowing that you are engaged
Ericka, your beautiful bride to be
you open them up wider in absenture.
Every one of them with jaws dropped low
surely, you caught all of them by your brown eyes!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Let Me...
Let me make you my unicorn
A rare thing for males’ yarn
Let me walk you in the lawns of love
...Where mine memories curve
Let me shave my hair to your liking
Than risk your skiving
Let me smile in the direction of the moon
As we discover the strangers outside in
Let me surf in the waves of your perfume
Take me away to your world’s allure
Let me brew the alcohol of bliss
And ride in your sweet kiss
Let me grow inside you inside
Cry in my heart to irrigate
Just let me make you happy
And in the process be happy
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
A rare thing for males’ yarn
Let me walk you in the lawns of love
...Where mine memories curve
Let me shave my hair to your liking
Than risk your skiving
Let me smile in the direction of the moon
As we discover the strangers outside in
Let me surf in the waves of your perfume
Take me away to your world’s allure
Let me brew the alcohol of bliss
And ride in your sweet kiss
Let me grow inside you inside
Cry in my heart to irrigate
Just let me make you happy
And in the process be happy
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
In A Whisper
Of men, women and children covered in white shells in form of IDPs tents
While they r sleeping under a mountain of duvets enough to sink a dhow in Lake Victoria!
Of eight people eating form a cup,
...While they dump heap-fills of deli into their round tummies
of children playing with cholera douched water in their 'houses'
While they have highways in theirs 4 their children' big toys
Of ears deaf owing to the sound of AK 47s killing 'infidels'
while they listen to 'MJANJA' and the like, sipping beer n wine celebrating our stupidity
of living a day at a time due to lack of food
while they live large n plan to fertilize our drought-stricken land!
Of living among vigilantes and 'u-r-not-our-tribe'
while they live inside a CCTV laced electric fence with sniffer dogs around 'em.
Stop the whispers,
Raise your voices and join me in saying...
We are all Kenyans
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
While they r sleeping under a mountain of duvets enough to sink a dhow in Lake Victoria!
Of eight people eating form a cup,
...While they dump heap-fills of deli into their round tummies
of children playing with cholera douched water in their 'houses'
While they have highways in theirs 4 their children' big toys
Of ears deaf owing to the sound of AK 47s killing 'infidels'
while they listen to 'MJANJA' and the like, sipping beer n wine celebrating our stupidity
of living a day at a time due to lack of food
while they live large n plan to fertilize our drought-stricken land!
Of living among vigilantes and 'u-r-not-our-tribe'
while they live inside a CCTV laced electric fence with sniffer dogs around 'em.
Stop the whispers,
Raise your voices and join me in saying...
We are all Kenyans
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
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