Voice of A Refugee #Poetry

All is lost within my possession

No shoulder to lean on

No place to lie on when I want to

Escape into the world of dreams.

Nothing is left for me in this reality

The world is blind to our pain

And deaf to our unceasing sorrow.

 

 

-RedArt by Kelvin >

 

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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.

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.

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

 

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