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.

 

 

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Gone

Now you are gone

Our chords gradually slackening

Our flame taking to its last dance

The ember  glows with a riverflow of memories

A strong  mist presence colonizes my eyes

Visions of the past blurring into a mirage.

 

My engine comes to life as I unlock the garage door

Recovering from wounds of pain,

The wheels to my car start beeping on the tarmac like a hospital monitor

Little care given to anything else

But just speed to gain

Hoping the glow would smoulder into a new flame.

 

-redART by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

 

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.

Air. #poetry

You were like air to my existence
Always around me
A bubble of good will around me
You kept me alive and protected me
Arriving with the force of a few helicopter blades

I just wasn’t ready.

You were like the air around me
I forgot to comprehend that you were a breeze
A gracious, cooling breeze
Cooling my persona in a world full of hellfire
Just like a breeze, you cruised over my chest and back
Inching away, never to turn back
And now you are gone.

Even the deafening helicopter blades are a distant, silent hallo.

-redART By Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

The tears of a PHOENIX

 

Introduction to wild thoughts
A glimpse at serenity
Fragrance of terror gnawing at my skin
Demons and angels tagging at my blood veins
The pipelines to my rich ancestral genes
Take your stance right next to me
Bring forth some light
Illuminate the path to your vision
In the bucket lays the only apple of your eye
On the table is a contract to sign the truth
In your possession is a cup to toast to your life.
Share what you truly desire
Feelings with the nature of a dynamite
Explosive pain reminds you of love
The stare-at-each-other kind of love
Our eyes discussing but our lips dare not make a move.
Smooth.
True love comes from up and above
Here i stand, Staring into a masterpiece
Always trying to decipher your proverbial beauty.
Impatience is marked as an atrocity
Infinity lies dormant in your imagination
Take pride of your melanin

Just the way you are in your daily knowledge.

Regardless of how much you acknowledge
Accept. Acceptance is not that easy
Easy moments fade away anyway.
Don’t you agree?
Like a firefly against a hurling wind
Wind your spirit with your emotions
Get to know what being alive really means
Being alive is our biggest wealth
Our first gift from the gods
Yet.
Just like a candle light,
Inevitability is its destined death
Loss of our biggest wealth
These are the thoughts of a boy rising from low depths
From far far below
Behold…
The funeral ashes to his past days’ soul.

Fragile #poetry

I have come face to face with my own demons

They injected my ear canal with a shrilled piece of truth
You and I are made of glass.
Glass with the ability to camouflage
But just as a chameleon meets its end,
You and I were not meant to be immortal
Yet we tried the incomprehensible
Searching for a portal
A road that can aid us in enjoying the fragile moment
Living in the glass house moment
But the moments now shutter into a million glass pieces
In this cold world I warm up with your goodbye kisses.

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

JAMMING WITH HER

Funny how eyes work
The way they write their message
On my canvas face
Painting raging storms of thunderous thoughts.
Your lips play their part like base in a jazz tune
You know, the one you sway your head to

and snap your delicate fingers to

As a microphone to the unnoticeable background keys.

Forgetting that you are releasing rampant sparks of fire that resemble a few dying stars

The room comes to life

The thin strings of life cultivating the germination of a robust erection of guitar keys
Visual are the lines tagging at my feet as I groove to the beat with a grativationall pull
With much respect I put my moves to it as I obey the beat-full of jam
Beautiful jams are your favourite kinda sauce
be it any kinda fruit

Funny how your eyes
Glance at me.

uncharacterised to any human soul to have existed.
Within that glance exists a milky white canvas.
Within my mind is a brush that maintains a lot of colours to keep my vision narrowed.
You allow your lips to reveal your emotions…
A smile that sparks curruscating sparks of blue fire
Rivers of blue fire running under my canopy skin
Resorting to me obeying like she were my kin
I am on my feet and conversing with the beat in a blink
No time to think

Just seeking the drums and in them I sink
She joins with every of her gracious sways leaving a trace full of newborn universes
Queen from the east

Now conquering the multi verse.

 

   -RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

BREATHE #poetry

There is fire on the mountain.

There is fire rampaging over Table mountain

The fire is over….

Put out by the winds pacing from the Pacific Ocean

Extinguished

Relinquishing my bruised eye for all to see

Distinguishing my wooden cottage from home

The home to my cookie jar of memories and adoration

Full of people that have your shoulder

Shoulder to shoulder, shoulder by shoulder, all is possible for all.

254 is the redZone and there is where I will nurture my soul

 

-RedART by Kelvin Mark Mwangi