RED-LIT INBOUND PERSPECTIVE (R.I.P)

I follow rules as to how they are set

Such as enjoying a beautiful sunset

But my soul is slow-paced

Always getting lost in this love maze

 

View the world differently

Tackle each mistake separately

 

Elevate yourself and gain perspective

Gain red perspective

 

Red art perspective

Friends in my life playing detective

Choosing  a girl for me as if she were an elective

 

Allow yourself to change thoughts from time to time

Even though sunsets are your favorite times,

Sunrises are not that bad.

 

 I need a bud

Get lifted like a bird.

 

Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi

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ALL THINGS GO

 

A million steps in a million years

A star has travelled through the million constellations

From a faraway omniverse.

Unknown to a million advanced species

Equipped with just but one agenda…

This is the story of the legendary gander.

 

Its 5:00 o’clock in the afternoon

A raggedy boy is unsophisticatedly strolling on the dark, cold moon

He is expected to fondle with the seemingly gigantic moon.

The master of his destiny will be questioning his essence soon.

The abyss will swallow him whole if he ventures as a goon.

Lover to Randi; her ravishing beauty only compared to Marilyn Monroe, the toon.

 

This crooked metal came to find a Ruby.

Ruby so enchanting and melodious that it sent him feeling all groovy

One sweet stroke, one undoubted glance into Ruby’s soul made him feel all soothy.

Mountains and meandering rivers plotted attacks to steal his precious…

What the hell, they had succeeded in his previous

Yet one short Rocky hill stands by his side so boldly.

He protects his ruby so fondly…

Quincy Rodgers, James and Hassan want a feel so badly.

 

He is unsure of how to treat her…

You see he has never harboured such affection in his barbaric heart before

Unknowingly, he spits litters of acid and even more.

“Should I go? Should I stay?” The polished ruby is unsure

A hideous self animated alligator roars

Jealousy and hatred infiltrates their meadow, as the devil soars

A once pure love is mouthed whole by two ebony boars

A once planet Jupiter splits into two, forming two cores

Brick red tears trickle down her face like lightning

Light too harsh to the human’s feeble eyes; it’s blinding

 

All is well, all is well.

He comforts himself as well.

He has to stay as cool as ice, or more like Bramwell

Hard as Boss K, he has to break free from the HGIC shell.

No matter who he loses. He will always have Samuel.

Oh yes, Samuel and his artistic bell.

Soon he will be taking a plunge into a South African well.

In order to survive, he has to morph into a whale.

Or else he will be dancing to a seductive tune in hell.

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi

 

A DARK SUNRISE

It’s not even the best time of the day

However all these thoughts keep me at bay

smarTina loves sunrises. So she says.

Truth is ……I have something to say…

 

I hate sunrises.

 

You never know how strong you are until time arises

I’m at my lowest measures.

Nothing in these realms grants me any pleasure

This is a trickling tricky entry fashioned for closure.

 

My brain is sore,

My wings refuse to soar,

I’m left kissing and hugging the floor….

 

XO.

 

Something of that sort.

Pain took me to court.

Sunrises give me the chills; I need a coat

Please accompany it with a chilled black label court.

 

So much suffering and anger

How much longer?

Fuck all these rumor mongers

They abducted my Ngunga.

 

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi