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

 

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OBLIVION #poetry

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.

ReBUILDING

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

Sustain

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

Pain.

Experience reminds me that this is exactly the best way to get rid of all this pain.

-RedART by Kelvin Mark. Mwangi