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.
You were like air to my existence
Always around me
A bubble of good will around me
You kept me alive and protected me
Arriving with the force of a few helicopter blades
I just wasn’t ready.
You were like the air around me
I forgot to comprehend that you were a breeze
A gracious, cooling breeze
Cooling my persona in a world full of hellfire
Just like a breeze, you cruised over my chest and back
Inching away, never to turn back
And now you are gone.
Even the deafening helicopter blades are a distant, silent hallo.
-redART By Kelvin Mark Mwangi.