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
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, May 24, 2011
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
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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
.......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
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
Tuesday, September 7, 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
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
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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
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
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
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