There it goes again
Its happening again
So many times it cycles into a full grown rollin safari cheetah.
The road I take next is the key…
Compatible tot he future’s premises’ gate
…. two roads laid in front of you
One step and the other one briskly follows
The journey of our lives.
-RedArt by Kelvin M. Mwangi.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
The funeral ashes to his past days’ soul.
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.
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
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
She grabs your hand and drags you along
“Come and follow me!”
Her face adorned with a grand smile that usually brings her fame
They both enjoy the journey so much
They Both forget where they are going to in the first place
Will it be disruptive if he asked where they going to?
No seriously brother, do you remember where the final point is?
Time is most definitely not waiting for any man let alone the two of them.
The bus stops for no one on the highway, let alone for the two of them.
What must happen then?
When does it even end?
These questions draw no responses especially from the two of them.
-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.
You send a wrecking ball right through my RedZone
Despite all the preparations my heart nonetheless crush into three unspecified pieces
I intend to use a shovel to merge the pieces together
I expect the sun to burn my fingertips crisp
Crunchy crispy is what the ground beneath me feels like
Your bedsheets are too white for my black greasy skin to lie on
You seek the truth and I refuse to lie
Through it all I will adorn my scorned face with a smile.
There is so much I can not contain
RedART will rise again
With my emotions RedART will maintain
Keep me sane
Keep me on my lane
Eat pain like a feast as if I were Jocker or Bane
Blame. Game of blames. Lame. Pain
Experience reminds me that this is exactly the best way to get rid of all this pain.
-RedART by Kelvin Mark. Mwangi