Soundtracks -RedArt Poetry.

Tears of a wolf

Landing like lightning,

Exploding like a fragmentation grenade to provide precipitation…

Costs of being a part

Of life’s very own infinite cycle.

 

Torn away from the grasps of Religion,

Only for a plunge in the roar sauce of life

Truth is; you just wanted to dance and be happy as the Disney birds

And now the world is your dance floor.

 

The sound of an impatient knock permeates your longingly adored tranquility.

Despite you being the sole owner of your fate,

All in all has been laid on the table for you

Pick and orchestrate your prosperity.

On the bleachers there are the loud encouraging chants,

And the quiet ones.

 

 

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

 

Perceive

My father long gone
‘Mother’ is a lovely forged notion
I have sampled bitter-sweet astronomical portions
As I bleed out in this art, I will capture immortality through absorption.

In practising self preservation,
There is alot I have said and done
Migration being my desired concoction
New realities set in and had themselves equivalent perspiration

Each long day, I lose more of my sight
Im seamlessly losing this fight
This dark tunnel I occupy reigns over light
But with a yearning might,
I think we’re gonna be alright.

-redART

Black Pride

Black people being the targets of hate
It’s nothing new

Black people preparing a plate
It must be an illegitimate brew

Black people are tired of being the bait
I guess we must headline the news

Black people walking with mates
Police murder the whole crew

Black people announce a potesting date
White girls  announce their solidarity bark
Brown boards exhibit why they take part,
Apparently black people give the best screw.
Who knew

Black people lost Ajibade Matthew
The world watched as his soul flew.
“Most lives lost to racism” plaque,
We have been under negative criticism since way back.

I bleed because I’m black
Bright perpetual visions haunted by the dark
Using my neck as your target mark
The system nurtures you, knowing I can’t fight back.

I carry humanity on my back
I’m a deity adorned with a black
Skin hand in hand with a culture like art
But,
Black consciousness is the best part.

Shit was never this  dark
Offload the slaves from the kart
We just want to live.
… Believe.

                   -redART by Kelvin

I Can’t Breathe

I can’t breathe
I can’t sneeze
I can’t have a dream,
Somehow that makes you scream

I can’t be happy,
Such emotions exist in a fantasy
I can’t be free
Slave masters are on a killing spree
I can’t be me,
You will find a reason to beat me.

I can’t exist,
For your white supremacy to persist
I can’t resist,
They will call me racist
For equality, I can’t insist,
Brutality, you hand it to me like I’m an Antichrist.

I can’t be sad,
It makes you mad.
I can’t be black,
Without getting slammed
I can’t breathe
Please, let me breathe.

                          – RedArt by Kelvin Mark.

I Can’t Breathe

I can’t breathe
I can’t sneeze
I can’t have a dream,
Somehow that makes you scream

I can’t be happy,
Such emotions exist in a fantasy
I can’t be free
Slave masters are on a killing spree
I can’t be me,
You will find a reason to beat me.

I can’t exist,
For your white supremacy to persist
I can’t resist,
They will call me racist
For equality, I can’t insist,
Brutality, you hand it to me like I’m an Antichrist.

I can’t be sad,
It makes you mad.
I can’t be black,
Without getting slammed
I can’t breathe
Please, let me breathe.

                          – RedArt by Kelvin Mark.

Black Consciousness

My unbleached ebony skin
Saturated with the blessings of melanin
I treasure you like you were my kin
Worry not over man’s History treating you like sin
Rather stock the future’s stalk like Jack’s beans

The Almighty fashioned you for me.
Enough with the perception of that as mean.
Embrace my dark soul,
Let us walk in parallels. Heed my call, you were the first designer’s apparel.

My skin of royalty
I am a Nubian King,
And you are my golden crown.
Evil crowds plot to eradicate you
For your gold, this ain’t something new.
Altering the History that we knew.
Labelling us as the barbaric crew.
From our tears and pain, their happiness grew.

My rich black skin
My past misguided hatred made you grow so thin.
But from now I choose you.
And for the first time I flew.
Right into the Biko- Black consciousness.
Left to wonder in awe at your smoothness.
My thin dark skin
You were my first kin.

-redART poetry by Kelvin M.

Existential Questions

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him

How often it is that the poor man’s dreams and fantasies denial of the alchemy governing reality

How often it is that the happy man’s joy denial of its end that draws near..

Compute these observational questions to equate your comprehension of life

-redART composed by Kelvin Mark.

ECHOED JUBILATION

A kind call out to your third eye

Record how I plummet the paint brush down for a glide

Tracing up the pregnant colours that resemble a dark sky

Stampedes felt itching for the canvas of history to brace

Clarified by the evolutionary advantaged whose will is hard to deny

Triggered emotions stare at my inner piece with a wish to destroy

A cruel system running on all fours with only my knuckles with the heart to defy

Propaganda that fosters intoxicant illusions for mentally disguised slavery.

Constantly on the battle for the fresh waters,

With a foiled comprehension that blissful ignorance serves juice rather

Sporadic consumption that serves my soul with bare minimum emancipation

Favoring the selfish desires construed by my needy, beady heart

Results are, I keep on flying into rigid conundrums like a bat

But,

Somehow talented enough to pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Bring into your mind the trivialized ability of sight

‘Tis of no shock that eyes require the registry of light

Evolution is purposeful, the weak species would think of it as not so polite

Karma being a sacred entity full of spite,

We get what we deserve

Smoother character are to be used to minecraft a stronger societal spinal nerve

Decorous Love is to be conserved,

Nourished and the world constantly served.

-redART composed by Kelvin Mark.

IMMORTALITY

Death runs blood hot at every man’s heels

Coming into life is the drive to seek immortality through progeny

Undying souls skipping to refreshed life-forces as the previous one peels

Prayers offered to the gods so that our offspring never know misogyny.

An ancient evil that targets women for countless kills

United as one under a banner forged with comradery,

We are sure to remind ourselves the joy we used to feel.

-redART composed by Kelvin M. Mwangi.

Heirlooms

My friend keeps on crying

Heart break from his Ex keeps on prying

Once he put out his heart out for buying

Pooja ‘kwa moja’ came while running

Right in the middle is where tastes dull

Common knowledge that provides no value; almost null.

Love came as it always does; They got high,

And then they got low; Oh my,

How it brought so much pain to try.

The aftermath was factual; too bare

Their love bonds were too broken to bear.

Currently he is going through a process

But sometimes he digresses,

Then I see not the reason to have his claims assessed

Laying undressed for torturous wonder for things processed

Confessed, Manifested tears from fears of losing things protected.

In the end, I can believe that all things go

Erupting volcanoes over time grow cold

A model with a Godly-shaped body like an heirloom, grows old.

Looming hands of stretched out uncertainty makes the contact a thrill

Chilled touch wakes the receptors on the mind for a new feel

Kneel for the lessons of life and conquer what is yet to come.

-redART by Kelvin M. Mwangi

Paragon War

Receding hairline

Soldiers aligned

Charred peace

Memoirs missed

Unwanted treasures

Overestimated measures

Advances taken

Caution forsaken

Philosophies mistaken

Reality blacken

Greed stirs

Enticing Birrs

Enslaved curs

Royalty purrs

Life oozing

Death soothing

After life cruising.

-redART by Kelvin M. Mwangi.