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20/12/2021

Thoughts are just an illusion.

18/10/2020

Poetry is art expressed in every emotion available. Listen!!!

24/09/2020

ITS TIME

I am a consumer of the system
Exposed to social creations a helpless victim.
I can feel my third eye closing
Should I blame the water I am using?
Constantly trying to be part of anything floating
A consumer feeding off what they are giving
They got me believing dopamine chasing is living
Got me believing politicians and cooperate schemes care about my feelings.
Got me believing that I don't need to believe in myself for healing
Constantly bombarded with anxiety in the name of mental health a product they are selling.
It's time to step outside of my own head
Time to unplug and move ahead.
Time to put the phone down
Twitter won't wake me up now
A sea of likes won't stop the drown
Time to let go of these addictions and wear my crown
Time to fight the system and let go of this frown.
Time to wake the king up and make his way
Kindly step aside this is no time for childs play.

Yours signing out
Kamima Dwayne Mwanza

19/08/2020

Everyone has a choice to make either to throw a stone or throw a stone. Take time to get educated and entertained by this piece done by He-Man-Well.

21/06/2020

2000 Shadows: SOMETHING I NEVER HAD
father... you were never really the father figure in my life yet you were still alive.
Silence...
All is silent but violent. I learnt to conversate with the darkness
More times than I Would embrace the light in your words
My sore cores world slowly crumbles to dust, when
I think about all I've lost in trynna find you. But again
How can I lose a love I never really knew
Silence... Again its sound is profoundly loud
I tried to sever your presence in your absence
Ghosts are real coz my father was one of them
My picture perfect version of holding hands then
Didn't come to manifestation,
its either that or my mother told a one sided version
Of your story...Mama was a fighter, a warrior:
A true personification of an African Queen
In all the mellow drama, she played teacher, healer, therapist and father,
a throne you should have been on.
Listen I don't need lullabies; coz I know they can easily turn dreams into nightmares
I don't need to be tacked in at night coz already u are the summation of my greatest fear
Losing u. Again, how can I lose something I never had.
I swear growing without a father is hard, coz in my dark days I needed you to b the light
When the fight in Mamas eyes dwindle
I needed u to candle my path so no boy would break my heart
But you, my first love already tore it apart.
Some times I look to the heavens, where the eternal father resides
And wonder, if he too heeds to the pain inside
Or just turns a blind eye to my love lost.
Having a father as a ghost.
But again, how can you lose something you never had?
BY: SELINA BANDA

03/04/2020

BIRTHDAY BLUES

Like playing B.B king today I got birthday Blues
I have no traumatic experience on this day so what's really my excuse?
Should I keep quiet and let everyone forget and hold it against them because they had forgotten?
Or maybe take a step back reflecting on my lonesome and the feeling I am caught in?
Is it weird that I dislike my birthday?
I know I dislike begging for attention more reason not to press play
Would it make be more sad if people forgot in the worst way?
But if that happened I would feel like a friendless loser, damn let me roll a big Jay
See I know it's easy to get emo and pass my pain(pen) to my demons but not in an obnoxious way
"Look, these are documented feelings don't lose your focus Dwayne
These are birthday Blues you just mad because you ain't getting shoes
You mad that a virus stole your show and it's messed up your mood"
I can hear my conscious say.
I thought I had this figured out but now I feel this anxiety
It's like my mind fights happiness defiantly
Maybe the reason I feel down is that people remembered.
I mean I don't lack pink pressure
I know I am swift clever
Ahuuh yes the real reason is because...(phone rings)
Oh never mind someone just took the blues away.
The end

Dwayne

27/03/2020

JUST ART

Pen, page and mind.
Connected like conjoined triplets
Different entities combined
This is a product of ink droplets
Thoughts and paper intertwined
A product of self in isolation like ma********on
A quest for life liberation the first strokes of rhymes are just libation
Mind levitate. Wrists breaks forming sentences
Go through excruciating phases yes to give you a fine print like I'm a Lazer jet

With that said let the story begin

So I sat trying to meditate
Trying hard to pe*****te the seventh sense
Sensei interrupted me and he said
"You cannot enter that state until you master the art of consciousness.
You have to understand the ugliness of gorgeousness.
Complex yes just let your heart speak with vulnerability and hopelessness."
I told Sensei
"You losing me with all this, what really is art?"
Sensei got irritated and became violent I figure that question wasn't smart
Sensei spat and said I was a hard headed brat
Said he was better off teaching darts to bats
He stretched further to say *art is life*
Like creating his own echo He said that twice
Said "to those without visual art is sight
Art is impatiently patience
The past, future and present
Art is strife the begin and end
Art is love and hate, a heartbreak the healing and pain
Art is war to pretend to offend and defend
Art is all life's elements including things you cannot comprehend
Art is therapy so open your soul and let your creativity flow
Art is creating everything from nothing and anything that everyone knows
Art is alchemy and every story untold
So say this after me to know art is to know God"
Sensei shed a tear when he saw that I understood it all
He said
"Write a piece like John legend about art so that everybody knows that nobody really knows"

Dwayne

23/03/2020

It was Karate kick after karate kick all in the name of love.. so he hit me and said tough love was for the strong. I wanted to be amongst the strong so I slowly endured the beating. Society said I had to be strong because it would laugh at me once I left my marriage so I slowly seeked comfort in the sorrowfully rendered love

It was bitter sweet, pain and pleasure, sweet sour feeling cause every after a kick he brought me flowers to flowerinate and flourish the fights so that they could vanish.... See... I became disfigured, my figure was no structure to remember, it resembled that of a pan. But wait!!!! I stayed all in the name of tough LOVE.
See when I told society about the kicks they told me that a man is the head and so he had authority to step on me... Love has no gender, companion has no religion but I was made to believe that christians were to be submissive so I submitted to the wickedness of the humanism phase when all I needed was an egalitarianism sense from society

I knew that love was the most unifying but it never brought greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence because all he knew where heated karate kicks. Now he kicked me so hard that I ended up in the grave all because I was silently silenced with the flourent flourishing flowers after every fight.
Today he is putting those flowers on my grave because he hit me hard and I bleed to death.
SPEAK UP AND STOP GENDER BASED VIOLENCE!!!!!!!

Written by: BANDA SELINA.

16/03/2020

SHE WANTS TIME AND SPACE

Ever since my gravity made contact with her world she has been falling for me.
Claims I am a complex entity, hot with high draw Gene (hydrogen).
Says she is tired of orbiting around me.
Says she had an amazing world before I was seen.
Her world was green now I am burning everything.
Her moon was gleam now it's dim.
She was her own team,her waters clean
Pure love was all that flowed in her streams.
Harmony and passion in her screams.
And all was real now all sounds like a dream.
Now she can't tell if she is still the one or a has been.
She tells me she wants time and space
She wants to build her own forth forth Dimensional wall.
Says she wants her presence to be present in her present she tells me she wants things to go slow.
She feels nauseated at this rate she wants time and space
Says she is afraid her world might go to waste
She looks at me with dried oceans on her face.
Says these tears dried on their own.
Says I can't keep orbiting around you by morning I will be gone.

Tells me I am a collapsing star I destroyed myself now I am just a black w***e (black hole).
I suck whatever shine shine that finds my path and flow.
I nolonger make smart goals I am now an as***le.
I clap souls for display says I am that cold.
Claims she has done the math like her man (Hermann) minkowski.
Figured it's all in time and space her man been lousy.
Says my bs is constant like the speed of light.
Says she has to have time and space if she has to have life.
Tired of moving in circles she is rejecting my orbital systems
Wants time and space she is tired of being a victim.

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