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