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

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

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

To You

To you, I was offered a red rose and a smile the moment we met
Ice cream it is … that is what I should have thought!
‘This I promise’ you playing and us promising to one another
One of the most down to earth people I’d never want to lose…
The more I find myself a profligate…meeting you while inebriated!
But you held on to me regardless…
I watched you walk through the swinging door
My heart beat,
As if it was going out of style
I put down my drink only to pick it up again!
You searched the area for me…
When your eyes caught mine
I was held there, a slice of grass in a hay stack!
Love swing,
As the night went on with unplanned, planned happenings
Till this day,
It's hard to stop thinking about you
No matter what I try to do
All I see is you
You are on my mind all the time
Time goes on and it gets late
But still it doesn't wait
You just pop into my mind
And it continues just like the hands of time.
Because to you I saw an angel and by that, you are one in mine eye!




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

Our First Day

Morning, today may be different but today is chosen
Almost chilly but beautiful still spoken
Meeting… maybe a different form of gatherin’
Yet so fulfilling and common


Linda…Her name to be precise..!
And the words “I love sitting in front” from her mouth..
Not from me though, just the smiles
Jesus, where had you hidden her!
Anybody can catch my eye but this was new… yet miles


Killing me softly would be the song to sing
Arguably, not from the usual… but something we shared.
Right from then on… the spoken word drew a wing
I of the male species but unique, why not win?
Unsung bliss from her writing, talk n smile!
King, she made me before I blushed
Indeed she made my days on our first day!






To a friend - Linda - this is for you!


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

A road without cars

See,this is a road without cars,
where all we need is to push forward.
We be like jars of clay,livin by only hope,
...to break anytime we could
Hurray!
A new job in the offing
a new car,
a wife,or husband,
kids!
But,it becomes stifflin
disgustin,when hard things comeby
faces wither,
eyes wet,
bodies chime
Then comes the rain,the hapiness,
blessin,
well,i could go on paintin this picture
Coz words never grow on trees in my sculpture
see,whatever u do,ENJOY LIFE.




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

song of march

I have seen myself through so much
Seen Love..
Decreed,
Beautiful happenings all through my days
Promotions may come but to some!
Some might get Lucky..maybe its you!
March...the month of dreams,
Fulfilments,
Joy...
Maybe love,
A husband or a wife
In seminars or trainings or your neighbor in that matatu
Rings on your phones,most of it customized
New people new ideas...
New ways new days..
Open eyes,shut hearts
Tears of joy maybe hurting
A pen and paper,masters my degree
its just a song and March is singing!




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

perfect pictures

My condition is blackened.
A perfect defination of a good painting
I cry when am hurt, inside my heart, just to add.
Smile is my middle name, at least when am not stressed
so why do we worry, yet life is unchangeable ?
I walk alone..in my thoughts
but...together we walk in lifef together
In the hills I find rest and serinity to take away the bad habits
Sticking to routine ...everyday laundry of work
Expectations diminish,bonuses are shelved
But the work never lessens
A perfect picture perhaps?
Preachers turn swindlers
Churches become shops.
be it relationships merchandise spiritual or the like u will get
Though open eyed u should be...to achieve
All these r perfect pictures n the painter is me!


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

I Have Fallen

I have fallen in love
.......fallen in love with words
.........in love with words that describe a woman in beauty
...............that clothe her with respect and character.
A dime!

I have been courting
........been courting the words that make me a man
...........that make me a gentleman.
Responsible!

I have dated..
......dated the words that describe sex in a holy way
..........that give morals to love making!
Godly!

I am drowning..
......drowning deep in love, with the words that give light to darkness..
............that opens eyes even when deep in sleep!
A jump-starter!

I am in a wedding
....in a wedding, ted a knot for life with words that drive my engine
.........that give a kick to my direct injector!
My machine!

I adore...
......adore the words that make up only one Word!
..........that although 'words don't really grow on trees', this Word is a tree!
Blessings!!




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

Time Will Tell

There is an enemy at the gate.
There is an animal at leash
He is wild
Unpredictable, blind.
Love is a life-bound but only time will tell
When life brings new doors,
and windows and lifts,
and paths, unmarked,
or never walked in..
Only time will tell.
Every new day brings new meaning
a few definitions to the truth of time..
And the happenings whether red or blue
but the colour doesn’t really matter...
Does it, really?
..
Don’t think so but only time will tell!





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

Silence In Words!

I know words,
Big words,
And small words,
Long and short words,
Yes, I know words

I know words,
Words that tell a story,
Words that say sorry,
Words that made her feel sorry,
Yes, I know words

I know words,
Words that I could have used to say sorry,
Words that I could have used to tell her why,
Words that I could have used,
Yes, I know words

I know words,
Words I chose to use,
Words I wanted to use,
Words I didn’t use,
Words that failed me,
Words that chose to be silent,
And so we parted,
Amidst the silence of words.


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

Life

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

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