I AM JUST A MAN

I am just one of them,
One of these people,
Those that you see walk the streets,
And flock malls,
And sell things,
And make hair,
I am just one of them.
I am just one them,
These people that fleece believers,
And buy votes,
And steal from The People,
And walk at twilight,
And take bribe,
I am just one of them.
I am just one of them,
Them that saw Munroe die empty,
Them that know that Oprah has three months to
live,
And 2 billion dollars to spend,
Them that say till we meet,
To Kajwang,
Bado Mapambano,
I am just one of them.
I am just one of them,
Dying under the cruelty of ISIS,
Not any better than that of Assad,
Them that live through the horrors of Boko Haram,
Them that remember Ruhilla Adatia,
That's your gossip, more in an hour,
I am just one of them
I am just one of them,
Them that are against death penalty,
Them that see innocent people on the death row,
Them that see their daughter's rapists walking
free,
Them that look at the wealthy murderers of their
siblings fatten,
Them that have dry faces and wet insides,
Wet of tears,
I am just one of them.
I am just one of them,
Them that know that hunger kills more people in
Africa,
Than Ebola,
But because it cannot get the rich,
Its no tragedy,
Them that see their mothers feed their siblings on
dogs,
Them that feel the vacuum of the lost maize,
I am just one of them.
I am just one of them,
Them that succumb to cancer,
Them that have artists cancel concerts,
Because they are vulnerable to Ebola,
Them that sing malaria,
Them that are diagnosed,
With tetenus vaccines,
Laced with compulsory birth control content,
I am just one of them.
I am with them,
Just like them,
For them,
Because of them,
Infact,
I am them,
I am Just A Man.

Smears of bliss............@vinn2015

ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM…

“Maua mazuri yapendeza,

Maua mazuri yapendeza,

Zoom, zoom, zoom,

Nyuki lia we!”

That what what was sung

…he saw a flower n zoom he went,

A beautiful flower from the highlands

A blossomed flower

It looked like it budded each day

Ever seen a flower smile so bright?

Like a bee with all the elegance,

He settled on top the flower,

Combining his charm with hers

The result was epic

Zoom …they went together

To the hills of bliss

But,

The queen was all over his eyes

Printing a smile of settlement

So they decided

…decided, they will decide

 … ©Smears of Bliss ........................................ Vinn 2013

Conception

From the first day besides big headed bullies
You came out the sharp one
Piercing your way through eternity
And the problems encountered were many
...Israeli’s journey towards Canaan
Through Jordan infested with crocs..
Brave is the word to give you

In Canaan you found honey
Milk
and sugar
you blossomed to another being
flowered
colourful, the rainbow was jealous!

The journey was not as easy
after the step-over to a more hotter but better place
where you swam in a river full of flowers
kicking and turning
the home was yours
but on exit the river burst its banks
and the flower in you was seen..

you were given a name
significant of a journey's end
and start of another,
where life will be a little bit harder
from conception into a tree...
seen
expected.

… ©Smears of Bliss ........................................ Vinn 2012 …

My Everyday Valentine

A little loving gesture everyday for more than a year
We do a movie and cuddle anytime you are near
Prepare a bubble bath for u, eventually join you there

I guess we should do a walk in the moonlight on the beach next
Or camp-out in a tent with you, picnic in a tree house then text…
… Spend one solid hour exploring various kissing techniques… the best!


I’d think of relaxing with a glass of red wine, but you don’t drink
Now am thinking of kissing you all over before you blink
Oh...I have a rose for you near our sink
Just waiting for u to dress up into your favorites, am sure they are pink!

Smile, you greet me with everyday I come home and help you with the chores
We play with chocolate like small kids just to keep your high hopes
But now am reading to you all my secret notes
Can’t forget lastly it was you who curved on that tree, our names!

So lucky, so loved by you, my everyday valentine!
Whom we share all our tomorrows together







… ©Smears of Bliss ........................................ Vinn 2012 …

2011 Poem of the Year By New Comer Janette Ikz...

The Smell of Love

Ever wondered how love smells,
what a taste it would be to spell,
when the bees buzz making honey,
do you think they make that love,
that we all so desire
or when the roses blossom,
is it love that makes them pop?

Just wondering of the smell of love,
when I get that chocolate box,
do the cocoa beans dry up with love,
to make that cocoa that melts my heart?

Am just wondering of the smell of love,
when the rains drop on my windowpane,
or say when they hit the fertile soil,
is it the engine of love they awaken??

Tell me more if you find the smell of LOVE


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011

Birth of October

Been a journey like no other
Nine months inside 2011…
..Akin human, October is born to us
Along the way, the ICC,
Where the ‘guilty as seen’ were taken
Awaiting judgement by the people

Fire though cramped Nairobi
Various explosions, reasons unknown,
Sinai RIP… as we remember the departed
Maybe through negligence…
Or as written in the Bible, ‘Lack of knowledge’

Kawethei too morns the crème of the village
Away to add another but ending tragically
Families cry as the solemn mood fill the homesteads
Waiting,
Hoping for a better tomorrow

Wangari, Nyeri morns with the rest of the world
A protector of trees, the mother of life by water
Cancer her slayer…yet too soon
With many accolades we celebrate her..

Now October is here, yet no better
Apple morns too, Steve Jobs now departed
But we still live on, nine months after,
…The birth of October.


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011

Screwed by a dream

So vivid, so clear
I the main actor in this movie, but in a dream
Love hurts, more so the opposite
This time round being a heart break
Why could she do such a thing to me?
Or him, how??

I thought you loved me
Then I find you with him,
“I don’t know”…
That your answer to my million questions??
I have a car, but his is sleeker
So to him you went quicker


So I wondered, was it love that we had?
And the cries…the tears
I guess the crocodiles were jealous!
My conclusion...Love is relative...
…at least the one we know!

Am glad though, because it was just a dream
I love you Hun!


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011

Death of a Politician

Siren sound
Signifying the demise of a politician
An octave wind,
Blowing from where the sun grows on trees!
Radio airwaves pregnant
People eulogize, others rejoice
A wail is heard from the smoke engulfed hut
Though she never met him!

The romour-mongers brew
A sweet-bitter drink
The what,
Who,
And the how
Murder they say, even when God has taken His own

Who will sit next?
Before the grave has seen the grave-digger
On and on, they muse
Until new, a story is told.






……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011

Codename’s Dr. Orbit

To you, I am irresistible in all ways
Don’t know why, they say am cool!
No matter the place, I feel at home
Can’t blame you, that’s my nature
Always chewing, always high above it
Alert on false pretences; catch me not
Crazy, isn’t it?

Praise comes but through others experiencing
Does not matter what, Dr orbit… me!
Hate me either, love me or, am gonna be
The same today and tomorrow still


Giving what is to be, and taking what there is
A smile to the right faith will bring close
The closeness meant to be mine
All around me codename’s Dr. Orbit!



……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2002

Kenyan…

By this name,
I belong to a motherland with reason
That I, son of the village horn have to live by

By this name,
I acquire a title sometimes within a season
Either good or bad, as time pass by

By this name,
I carry my ID with accreditation
Of being a peace loving citizen, sometimes a lullaby

By this name,
I pledge to help my neighbour towards freedom
Stand to be counted as a responsible member of society

Whenever I think of raising a machete to dice
Swinging a sword to slice
Or whisking a gun to bruise…

…I reflect my mirrors to notice the ashamed recognition
When I say “I am Kenyan”
And stop before I start,
…This life abortion.



……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2008

African man (Spoken word)

hague poem. vilema. (kenya)

Sitawa Wafula - A little more

Words Dont Grow On Trees

Muviki, listen
Words don’t grow on trees I tell you
He whose tree bore a natural beauty
Skin so smooth, a banana tree trunk
Eyes, the moon gets its light from therein
Body shaped like the brown gourd, home of the ‘karubu’
To him pour this my cup

Muviki set your nets to catch this
That I, son of the village horn
I alone hold the keys to the goat house
Home…
Where chicken greet visitors by the big ‘muuku’ tree

I,
I only know where the cows can fish for grass
Know where they can hunt for clean water
I, draw water from the sun!

Muviki, please don’t let the dogs roast your antelope
The one that your father tested his ‘utumia’ by
Travelled far and wide, and then waited for its horns to curl!
But, let your feet wade on ‘kyaa’
And your fingers ache with white milk
Then sit down on the three legged stool and enjoy
As the meat flows in your human river

Muviki, words don’t grow on trees
Listen.

……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2006

A Unicorn's Ride

Over your rainbow, a unicorn flew
He was sent 2 find me....
And said by you…
"Climb aboard" he whispered,
"We must go 4 a ride...."
And into a portal of light we rode inside.
The sky was so blue,
The fields so green
With each explosion of light was a wonderful scene.
So happy we seem.
And always 2gether, there was no end 2 your dream.
It just went on 4ever.
Then the unicorn said,
"I have 1 more surprise,
So we took off quickly and pierced the sky.
Then I saw you sleeping en dreaming on your bed....
I caressed your body and kissed you on your head.
The unicorn interrupted....I must get u home,
But now that u have seen her dream,
May you never feel alone
My heart is feeling heavy,
A fire burns inside.
Thank you so much my darling for the unicorns ride.




……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011

Fly My Darlings Fly

Fly my darlings fly.
Light my candles of sweet smelling sky
Young and swinging words witty


My world awaits your majestic beauty
Yet still curve your cares for me clear


Drawn to places others wouldn't dare
Affect many more with butterfly wishes
Return to me in spring with many misses
Live to touch many lives with butterfly kisses
I am taking time to smell the flowers
Nothing can triumph in this lives’ clovers
Glide traveling to warm climates
Sent upon me wings and prayers


Fly my darlings fly
Lets write blue in this white sky
You then will smile as my darlings fly.












……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010

Prison break

Give me my degree and let me go
Free me from this prison of mind
The world of numbers and letters and expressions
Of increased formulations and complications
All in the name of getting that rolled up paper; the degree


Like in an overflowing prison with inmates
All I know is all I want to know
In this life of always in books
Trying to perfect the land of the uncertain; the future
Of which is supposed to be better
But not with education alone but,
With wealth and money and women with morals


Looking back, we still need that path of mud
The one called classes and lectures,
Boring and entertaining, educative and bogus alike
To reach to our key of that door of our prison
Graduation, here we come!
We are breaking out to freedom and problems
In life that never lessens its callousness
But at least free from the 8-4-4 of today




……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010

Outward Bound!

This is happiness and joy
In a land where rain never fails
Where love grows when the clouds darken
And the singing of the birds increase
In innuendo of sweet swinging bliss
Should I say beautiful?
Maybe an understatement…
Angelic, out of this world
I could continue, I could write
But the experience is better
The lights, natural
The moon,
The cold brings an aura of love
What if she was here?
Do I need another blanket?
Oh! Maybe
The serenity, the company
Outward bound!


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn

My Beloved Guide, DAD

This book, I made, for my beloved guide, my dad…
They say, “like father-like son”, some truth, yes!
But in real sense the son works towards being like the father and more
My dad is the best, trust me
He helps me to be the best and more so the greatest
Starting with lessons to grow, spanking if I mess up,
Rally round my class work, a little correction and rewards on my progress
This is what I have grown with.
Making me who I am though I have some little secrets!
Secrets of growth! Recoup from your wayward thinking!


As chapters in my life close and others open
My dad remains to be the best in everything he does for me
Although the urge of doing better in easier ways,
Pulls me away from him sometimes, I realize and rush back
Sporadically I blame myself for not asking before I do something
Then again this is the quintessence of men, to go it alone!
My dad always reminds me, “Easy does it in life!”
Pleased I will in your helping me write the remaining pages
Of my passion, my dream, the start of life on my own!
And in guiding me in the years unread… thank you daddy.


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn