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
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.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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
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
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
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
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