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 >
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.
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