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
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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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
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
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
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
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
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 New Day
Grateful is the man
Who acknowledges the rising of the sun
For when the Sun rise a new day is born
Adding the time and reducing the distance
In the journey to our destiny
A new day casts the old day...
To the history of our lives
The events of the old day become past
Never will they come again
But their effect may turn to worse or better
In the new day
A new day may bring hope
Or it may bring despair and frustrations,
A new day may bring love
Or it may bring hate,
A new day may bring success
Or it may bring failure
A new day may bring joy
Or it may bring sorrow
A new day will change a day to a week
A week to a month, month to a year
Years to a century, centuries to a millennium,
Generation to generation
Civilization to civilization
Above everything it makes sense to be thankful, when the sun rises
For when it does you are able to see the natural beauty,
Hear the birds sing, feel the sweet scent of the flowers that blossom.
A new day is a gift, a special gift from the God our Lord,
We should always thank Him.
from a friend....NOEL
Who acknowledges the rising of the sun
For when the Sun rise a new day is born
Adding the time and reducing the distance
In the journey to our destiny
A new day casts the old day...
To the history of our lives
The events of the old day become past
Never will they come again
But their effect may turn to worse or better
In the new day
A new day may bring hope
Or it may bring despair and frustrations,
A new day may bring love
Or it may bring hate,
A new day may bring success
Or it may bring failure
A new day may bring joy
Or it may bring sorrow
A new day will change a day to a week
A week to a month, month to a year
Years to a century, centuries to a millennium,
Generation to generation
Civilization to civilization
Above everything it makes sense to be thankful, when the sun rises
For when it does you are able to see the natural beauty,
Hear the birds sing, feel the sweet scent of the flowers that blossom.
A new day is a gift, a special gift from the God our Lord,
We should always thank Him.
from a friend....NOEL
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Somewhere In The Middle
Somewhere between the hot and the cold
Somewhere between the new and the old
Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be
Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
Somewhere between the wrong and the right
Somewhere between the darkness and the light
Somewhere between who I was and who You're making me
Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle
With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle
Are we caught in the middle
Somewhere between my heart and my hands
Somewhere between my faith and my plans
Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves
Somewhere between a whisper and a roar
Somewhere between the altar and the door
Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
Somewhere in the middle You'll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You're by my side
Loving me even on these nights when I'm caught in the middle
Casting Crowns
Somewhere between the new and the old
Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be
Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
Somewhere between the wrong and the right
Somewhere between the darkness and the light
Somewhere between who I was and who You're making me
Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle
With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle
Are we caught in the middle
Somewhere between my heart and my hands
Somewhere between my faith and my plans
Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves
Somewhere between a whisper and a roar
Somewhere between the altar and the door
Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
Somewhere in the middle You'll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You're by my side
Loving me even on these nights when I'm caught in the middle
Casting Crowns
Monday, May 2, 2011
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
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
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
Wednesday, April 6, 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
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
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