I follow rules as to how they are set

Such as enjoying a beautiful sunset

But my soul is slow-paced

Always getting lost in this love maze


View the world differently

Tackle each mistake separately


Elevate yourself and gain perspective

Gain red perspective


Red art perspective

Friends in my life playing detective

Choosing  a girl for me as if she were an elective


Allow yourself to change thoughts from time to time

Even though sunsets are your favorite times,

Sunrises are not that bad.


 I need a bud

Get lifted like a bird.


Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi



Clench the painting brush like a spoon

Carol’s portrait is expected soon

Bosom tighter than inflated Turkish balloons

Not seen such a dame in five moons

Why blame her? She was born in June.


The teacher arrives at noon

His face identical to a baboon.

“What is this?” he drops his signature tune

His breathe similar to that of a raccoon

Whether you are a Rock, Osei, Kel or snow white; no one is immune

To the big black blind cartoon

“Wish he dies out in the moon.”

Thoughts of Goofy the Goon

Named  EL. Kun

For the love of rhymes- Kelvin Mark Mwangi




A million steps in a million years

A star has travelled through the million constellations

From a faraway omniverse.

Unknown to a million advanced species

Equipped with just but one agenda…

This is the story of the legendary gander.


Its 5:00 o’clock in the afternoon

A raggedy boy is unsophisticatedly strolling on the dark, cold moon

He is expected to fondle with the seemingly gigantic moon.

The master of his destiny will be questioning his essence soon.

The abyss will swallow him whole if he ventures as a goon.

Lover to Randi; her ravishing beauty only compared to Marilyn Monroe, the toon.


This crooked metal came to find a Ruby.

Ruby so enchanting and melodious that it sent him feeling all groovy

One sweet stroke, one undoubted glance into Ruby’s soul made him feel all soothy.

Mountains and meandering rivers plotted attacks to steal his precious…

What the hell, they had succeeded in his previous

Yet one short Rocky hill stands by his side so boldly.

He protects his ruby so fondly…

Quincy Rodgers, James and Hassan want a feel so badly.


He is unsure of how to treat her…

You see he has never harboured such affection in his barbaric heart before

Unknowingly, he spits litters of acid and even more.

“Should I go? Should I stay?” The polished ruby is unsure

A hideous self animated alligator roars

Jealousy and hatred infiltrates their meadow, as the devil soars

A once pure love is mouthed whole by two ebony boars

A once planet Jupiter splits into two, forming two cores

Brick red tears trickle down her face like lightning

Light too harsh to the human’s feeble eyes; it’s blinding


All is well, all is well.

He comforts himself as well.

He has to stay as cool as ice, or more like Bramwell

Hard as Boss K, he has to break free from the HGIC shell.

No matter who he loses. He will always have Samuel.

Oh yes, Samuel and his artistic bell.

Soon he will be taking a plunge into a South African well.

In order to survive, he has to morph into a whale.

Or else he will be dancing to a seductive tune in hell.


-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi



I notice him by the corner of my swollen black eye

A skinny South African hunter soars in the air so high

Sigh ….

Damn it!! This is steel-hard to deny.

We shared a few laughs him and I

Only to turn around and he sucks my crimson red blood dry.


“Oh being a Kenyan?” let me try

He sneered in a nifty voice ever more sly

A wicked kleptomaniac southern soul always with the pry.

Day and night always in hot pursuit to witness me cry.


My oh my……my oh my….

Transparency? No!! He won’t comply

Generosity? No!! He won’t comply

Loyalty? DO you think he would comply?

Of course he won’t comply!


Every time his foul mouth inquires; my two red hot guns desire to reply!

Break it down.. Crush it…this is one algebraic equation I want to simplify

Apparently Miss AllSunday thinks I want it to be rectified

So  that is her preference and WHY?

Does she not notice that I am not to be objectified?

……boiling anger got my eyes all mystified

I should have ended the masked man’s blue life during the braai!!




Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.




Unceasing burns by the corners of his gate.

Mates and foes step away from his once coveted plate.

Zamil, watch out for the snake-like mates

The sleek facial features; away they skate.

Kenyan Boy is too terrified to meet the graceful Kate.

21st March 2015 was to be their first date.

                     -Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.