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 Sep 2015 kelvin mungai
am i ee
did i just stumble on a bunch of coincidences
or is something more at play

is it dark or is it light
i'm so lost here in the odd digital world

the moon kept calling me
but i kept answering you

my heart beating faster
becoming more scared by every minute

these black words come streaming out
through my eyes and into my heart

what is it doing to my soul?
after one very odd and wackily intriguing night
 Sep 2015 kelvin mungai
Kenshō
The man who tries to prove a point
Is unsure of how sharp it is.
A man who wars with blunt arms,
Is confident in his own strength.

The man who bears armor brave,
Falls heavy into his own grave.
The man who comes naked
Is sure he will return unscathed.

But, not every warrior is the same;
And no war can be fought
In the shadow of divine aim.
who do you blame?
It is me who walks the streets
with rusty shrapnel on my cheeks.
I am who it was,
whom nothing could be.

            Now
                    run as far as the eye can see.
I fall off the edge of the world.

But please remember,
                                remember this for me.
I really love you.
             This white rose I know of.
 Sep 2015 kelvin mungai
Corset
A Heart is a Horizon

Do birds stop singing unwanted songs
do we will them silent on weeping branch,
throw a stone, say they're wrong.

What of worlds that spin along
when we fall down,
just don't belong,
do we stop believing in horizons?


What of cerulean seas that cease to lap
to lonesome shores, does time elapse
inside the gap, t'ween loved and lost.


What happens to  goodbyes
should they lose all meaning
when the sun climbs to say hello
and cease to ask all questions why.


If we give up on Life ,
does it go on alone,
without us, when we stop living?
Does it laugh in the face of defeat,
embrace the night and close it's doors?

The dawn will rise without us,
the birds will sing for us,
and when we fall silent
the world will still spin,
as though we begin again,


A heart will be a horizon.
 Sep 2015 kelvin mungai
Corset
Candle Magick
A Poem by Corset


My Latina Coworker
sat across from my desk;
heartbroken that her lover
wanted to try again with his wife;
pulled out a brown paper sack
and asked me if I believed
in hummingbird candle magick,
and then proceeded to tell me
how to cast a love spell.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told her I believed
in the power
of mind to shape her
universe.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two days later she's snap
chatting her married lover
again, has been unblocked
and has now switched
to candles of *******.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dog has diarrhea
and is blowing holes
through the walls of her
crate,
I must have lit the
wrong kind or color
of candles.

© 2015 Corset
Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction
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