Mona Lisa # poetry

Your face is a mystery….
Your name is the story
Your voice being the sound track,
You
Are Art.

 

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

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Little Butterfly.

I refuse to allow the grasp of my past to hold me hostage.
I accept my present to hold me in bondage
A product of clay, Kelvin is the model
Role models like my mother hold it down for me though
She maintains her stance like an ancient roman pillar
Standing taller than the recorded gladiator killers.
She fills me with roses that grow deep into my heart.
For all the emotions I feel this one is much deeper.

In the open seas I stand ready to poise my sails
In the long voyage I know I might fail.
Over and over again I will regrow like a lizard tail

Conquest.
Face the sea and I already taste conquest brewing up
Survival is hardly sufficient for a star on the come up

I refuse to give up
Rather have the gods of fate watch me dance on their palms.
I DO mind scorching my bridges just to get by
Strength of a heart is born from saying goodbye.
Calm is the caterpillar mind that learns to fly

Now little butterfly,
Let your flapping wings kiss the moon that sings of a symphony
Fashioned with the tales of your historic victory.

Old Sheets.

A gallant warrior runs over your terrain

Dripping rocks detrimental to your flower bed
Your mind bears nothing to gain
Coming down from the high of pain
Painkillers have been made an option
In your eyes boils your inner oceans
The only glance at your soul
Relinquish your worn out skin
Its time to wear snow white tailored garments.
Open a fresh page for new literature
For new dreams,
So you think…
Tempering with your cohesive plans is fate
Or luck, they both have a similar taste.
Hereafter you find a bae
Throwing away the old sheets to your bed
He is a new layer covering your wound
Surely it does provide a luxurious calm
Universal rules state that calmness is not permanent
A storm wrecks your hard work
And this time it is hard
to deal
kicking you back to the ground
This signifies a moment to rebuild
A new layer over the old layer
All in the pursuit to heal our wounds
Heal our heart breaks
Adapting the nature of an onion
Departure of ignorance
A new dawn for truth
Question to the universe
How does time heal a heart break?

-redArt by Kelvin.