Life: Living, Starring, Present.

Time is a mission 

Love goes missing 

Brain keeps freezing 

As my heart slows beating! 

Life is not the vision 

I once envisioned - something 

Far different from this script - reading 

Lines I've been re-learning 

Starring...major scenes enacting 

Into my abyss - staring 

Camera never stops rolling 

Lessons I've been doubting 

Experiences feeling foreign 

Call me Mr Trueman 

Cos this live show is lacking 

Substance and meaning 

My life keeps rolling 

This roller coaster keeps twisting 

As the reigns keep slacking 

My sense of being I keep redeeming 

Trying to regain and remain 

Again... 

Restarting, rewinding, reminding 

As my true essence I keep revealing 

I'm swinging 

Punches thrown at life - reeling 

Caught with an upper-cut, spinning 

Knees buckling... Swaying 

But still standing! 

Never falling! 

Still fighting! 

I'm winning though sinning 

But who's counting... 

The score; who's keeping? 

Life doesn't stop throwing 

It doesn't stop pitching 

Doesn't stop shooting 

Driving and forward pushing

It's never stopping 

It's never dying...

So why stop blocking? 

Why stop catching? 

Why stop ducking and rolling? 

Why stop reverting and reversing? 

Why stop moving? 

Why stop living? 

Are you in the present life living? 

Or featured in a future showing? 

K. Mutembei

April 2014

Take your stand / social media

Rocking 6 inch platforms 

You stand as you take your stand 

Up on this platform you erected 

To discuss your disgust 

Perform your reform 

For your faithful audience. 

Conference when you confess 

Your media awaits - 

Your claim of social discourse 

Soon you'll realise there's nothing 

Social about social media 

Your audience laments at your 

Attempts so audaciously shocking 

As displayed by the media via 

The medium you employ 

Little do they all know it's a ploy 

To deploy deplorable thoughts 

So their feelings can implode 

As your feelings you impose. 

Surrounded by your bullshit 

Engulfed by your self-worth 

Your audience encourages 

Your lack of individuality 

A copy of a photocopy of a scan 

Your JPEG is a still image - frozen 

In time yet your mind believes 

Yesterday is today and tomorrow 

Is always another day, a new dawn 

Your fawn gains no fans, 

You frown at the lack of empathy 

For your pathetic self promotion. 

One step forward, 5 back toward 

The foreword that spells the end 

In the end an ear who will lend 

Defend your deafening key strokes 

Who will to your sermons about 

Serpents and their lies while you

Lie through stroked keys and reposts 

For likes and comments that lack 

Common sense but spell nonsense 

Your audience awaits your updates! 

K. Mutembei 

2014

Check mate! Game over!

Check mate! Game over!
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Check mate! Game over!
I play "mates" with my play-mate,
Eating dates on late night dates,
Fatefully searching my fate...
Still chasing my date with destiny.
Defying the destined destination.
The density of this chemistry between her and I is archaic,
My eyes cannot believe, thoughts could not conceive
Past ways had to yield and concede
Finally believe from my deeds
I'm not too manly to be a man
A real man, reel the bait in
Caught the real one
Made me a new man

I wanted you physically not mentally
Not permanently
Just temporarily
Definitely not spiritually
Though the deed itself is actually
An action so beautiful and undeniably
Spiritual

The tag on the motions of my emotions
Is too costly to not be ghastly!
And although I'll play tag,
Thoughts jet through as my mind lags

And although I struggle to stay humble
Mind rumbles as thoughts tumble
"Be humble" my spirit says,
I'll stay in my lane - thoughts I tame
Doesn't mean I'm lane or maim

Give it time and when your time ceases
We'll decode if the decadence
Of your discourse still lives in a decade!
Yes, I'm a headache! 
Your consciousness rearing it's head
And the truth still you dread
You've been misled!

Snake filled fields I tread through,
Too familiar with this path
Highway to my destiny they tell
'Highway To Hell' replays in turn
Take the wrong one; pop the wrong
Pill ; Blue or Red Mr Anderson?
Fake or real? Harsh or soft?

We all worry about the same things
But never say a thing to solve things! 

Common sense is not common but 

Like my man Common says: 

"...Freedom is an unspoken sound and
a wall is a wall it can be broken down"

But the hypocrisy of our actions keep us 

Acting as stars in our own flicks - fickle minds 

And mine is no different to be relevant 

But as this epiphany takes hold, 

In my mind, I eloquently vow to be bold! 

This unsung melody I'm never too old

The canary in me cannot be tamed 

I maintain and my wings I finally flap 

Game over as my mind becomes sober

The poison of self doubt I conquer 

This game has run it's course 

The end is also the beginning

Check mate! Game over!