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
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.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 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
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
Thursday, July 7, 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
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
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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
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
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
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
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