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Silence Becomes Violence

Written by H2O the silent poet 

Silence Becomes Violence

The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb  
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave

The land seems to have no brave souls 
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right

People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak 
Were phones have more value than ones soul 
This is the generation of the meek

The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human

Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged

Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go 
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel 

When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape

If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ?? 
Rise and eradicate the crime 
Reinstate the peace,in  humanity elevate

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Dear God

Dear God
By H2O the silent poet 

I'm literally breaking up with you
I'm tired of asking you to take the wheel and Everytime you abandon me to my own will.
Just to be crashed like cande crash  my soul cries out in 
Silence but still no response ,if my idea of a toxic relationship is this one we share .

For your sake I'm facing disgrace
What happened to the grace you said is sufficient for me?

If they is a  God 
I'm tired of tearing in my pillows.
Everyday the devil is beating drums inside my head
I might as well just dance to the beat  of his drum.
Hes promises sims to  ease me even if its just temporary ?? 

I have always known you as the overseer 
So how come you dont see me?
Down here !
I'm officially breaking up with you
I'm tired of living inside an ocean but 
Yet I'm dying of thirst.i sea nothing but the ocean of pain 
Your people are  cry out to without any response, 
You just site and watch as from up and above 
So am making this officially I'm breaking up with you
My soul is slowly breaking down 
As darkness envelops my soul 

Pains is  breaking my soul from deep down 
As darkness is enveloping my soul
I'm drained in misery
I'm now a prey to the predator. As you just site just smile 

My life has no essence without your presence 

Dear God I'm officially taking the pills.
i might as well come back to meet you.
I don't have to wait to be killed before ending this hell
After all I'm still going to end up in hell.

Gods response 2

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Strangers We Were

Strangers we were 

We may have never met,
Strangers by creed and tribe,
Separated by walls of ignorance,
By cacoons intricately woven to hide from knowlege,
They say ignorance is bliss,
What is bliss if its  not knowing?

So l have made a commitment to know and 
To accept that what l do not know can be known,
So l have sharpened my inquisitive weapon,
Ready to ravage through the works of greatmen,
Searching for that which made them restless,
With pen and paper imortalizing ideas and opinions,
I am a writer and l will write what l like!

Stories and yarns of my heart,
Philosophies and wisdom of my forefathers,
Fears protruding like knives from my unsettled mind,
Sorrows and dissapointments as vast as the sea,
Happy moments relished and cherished forever,
Harnessing what the universe has in store for me,
We are no longer strangers because we met on this book,
For in books strangers can meet,just like we mate 
Distillation and synthesis of ideas,
Great minds converging for intellectual enquiry,
For writing is a calling for the restless minded.

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When Love Strikes

Am stuck in like a bad habit 
Stuck in like a broken record
Can't shake her off my thoughts even for a bit
My heart and brain are on a split
Like a broken record 

It like pandemonium of feelings trying to fit
I have to sooner than later unlove her for 
She has got me hypnotized in her beautiful 

I have been glued to her like a mixture of gases staring at her cant sim to tell if time flies passes me by 

She is my addiction that makes me feel high 
The the most prince
But it's a lonely prison beneath frozen ice
I have to sooner than later unlove her
In a crowd I can identify her voice 
Just from the sound of her hevely breathing  
Her perfect tone breaks through the noise 
Attracting a huge numbers of boys
I didn't know everyday it's competition to be the preference choice
I have to sooner than later unlove her
She is like the daughters  of  Jezebel
Differences of her and Delilah you can't tell
Cut from the same cloth is the tale
No hesitation on putting their dignity on sale

I have to sooner than later shake of this feeling for i 
Would rather ther sooner than later look out for my heart
For its better for my sanity rather than a fake reality

Better look out for my pride rather sooner
before I get stuck in a tight space 
That no matter 
I have to sooner than later shake off this feeling

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Reality

The Reality is 
A broken mirror reflects ultimate terror.
The reality is

We all have the ability to get the pain when expectations run away from our brain.
The reality always hits you.

Forget it, even if I told you, you probably wouldn’t wanna hear it.
An accursed life without a hope of sincerity,
Listen as I spit these words with meaning and clarity.
The truth reveals monstrosities many don’t wanna hear it,
Debate all you want but do you really think you can handle it?  


no, coz this is my reality and you cannot have it.
even if you were given the opportunity to enter it, the truth is, 
this is my  reality and you probably won’t understand it… 

loneliness gives way to hope 
Respectfully declined, lost in vengeful victory 
Where love triumphs and hope is a futile answer 
Where feelings, dreams and destiny have been stolen 
Given freely, tempted by life, we control fate 
If you’re in the game, you’ve already won

give up the mediocrity coz my life without a doubt is built on my idiosyncrasies 
that not even the madmen could possibly hope to imitate, 
Listen as I regurgitate the truth, my well being consists of needles and drugs
which makes my body quiver with hope, 
do me a favour and just hand me a rope,
to terminate my existence in an instance,
coz I cannot take this pain any longer,
I mean just yesterday I felt but stronger.

but reality like a thousand slaps across the face 
serves as a constant reminder which I hate to embrace, 
that death draws nearer, life’s not fair as I gasp for air 
in the emergency room, reaching to God to give me breath.
But the heavy beating of my heart pounds loudly against my chest, as the doctors and nurses rush in to stabilize my condition, fighting to stay alive becomes a losing battle,
as my body rattles from the electronic gadget trying to bring me back to life, strife is the language between my heart and mind, as the alarm beeps faster, 
shock takes over, as flat line occurs 
then the doctor says… he’s gone, 

contact family members as I fill in this report, 
Young black male in his mid twenties
cause of death is depression 
as the sound from the machine fades.
It has never before been so clear to me that, in these dark days of silent moments
 
The grave is the only cure for our vile ways.
Sometimes imagination is my only friend 
Mind over matter, there’s no strings 
With a leap of faith, interpretation speaks quietly 
Without an audience, reality is but an illusion
Waiting for answers, charging forward 
Faith carries its own club,


I don’t know but that’s just my reality,
What’s yours…?

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Silence

silence...
By H2O the silent poet 
Lets listen to the tongues of our feelings
and the noise of  slient mouths 
like calm river  in  still motion of .our  dark hearts
let our eyes be bail out of jail
Without  a price  tag
eyes to eyes
we will stare  and 
away in a deep distance
until the wish of our heart spread like pebbles
listen...
call me a  fool of love   stupid
that is the shadow of my being
i am like a strange stream
at the edge of the earth
where noise is forbidden fruit
don't give me your heart
from the chest of another man
i don't have  .......
and let no blood know me
for the eyes of heaven is upon me
like the tongue of flames on apostles
wait...
don't leave me
like the coldness of a river
after the touch of the sun
and don't come close to touch me
you know i will die
your hands will kill me
if it lead me where we can stretch...
and fill a dept with viscous
of white water
from which regrets grow after
silent treatment we live ina forse paradise 

Silence is
the ultimate disguise.
It cloaks the truth
silence is beauty
a gentle absence
that cools
the fevered mind

silence is hope
a quiet place
where thoughts
become dreams

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A Letter To My Crush

Written by H2O the silence poet
A Letter to my crush

My crush is cheating on me
Thats why i  feel ! Betrayed 
Heart broken 
this is personal affair
not be  revealed to a single  soul
I don't want to know, if she is my future wife
that I will marry in the near future 

Nancy ! Please ,don't scare me 
away my love for you is from depth of my heart. my mind is not at ease 
             You cannot pretend.
that you have not been informed, by the way I look at you
In my  dream  last night we had a conversation remember 
Right?
Such dreams are rare were you get to have a conversation with 
You crush

Oho Nancy!!,I cannot seduce 
you during the  daylight
and there is no use ,trying is like 
re-visiting the point blank ? 
again,no need to be  reject again , '

When ever I see men 
walking beside you my heart brokes into Thousand of peaces 
it seems not  be true
that he is nothing but a friend,my eyes ball roll over like
My feelings

Your lifestyle is beyond boys' persuasion
of admirng you ,a pain
never to be cured like a disaster 

What Am I 
I am that brave man with gats  to approach
you,and  act like its easy for any man t

Attention, is  all you seek 
like a formal talk,
maybe I am not talking .
you bring in the silence 
but you are the will power that is 
able to make the silence ?? follow 
the feelings will be felt by both my precious one 
A
As you walk and wave at other boys 
And gently making them feel warm 
Oho please don't cheat on me dear one 

I have never met you at a cross-road 
Cause when we cross paths am shy to meet 
You in person 
spare me the confusion.

Nancy!!!!
no need for belching.

I do sleep early
to be on time in my dreams were talk 
maybe to catch your responce
in a dream,but supposedly,
you go to bed late,why do you  cheat on me?
With another 

Wen I get this chance,

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Picture not perfect

    Life line

Picture ! Not perfect 

Say's much about me


Made some bad choices in life 

Rumors about me ain't fabricated stories 


I have put on some stitches

With the intention to make it right

Thinking of cutting my left leg

Just so i could stand right

My 

Life of  crazy jeans

Who else needs some stitches

Cause every patch needs stitches 


Wickedness plays the drum as we all  listen and transcend 


The world dances to its tune

As silence yield in sorrow

death keeps stealing the leaders of tomorrow

As the future sees blick 


Discrimination has planted in the world

Nepotism and tribalism keep harvesting the crops

Beneath the ground says "its stomach has been occupied"

But hunger keep feeding its stomach with humans 

Read through in-between lines cause even  a blind man can 


Pocket keeps crying because it is empty

The blazing sun smiles at the wretched

As they anticipate the moon to open its eyes 



Dam ! Lord have mercy!


Picture not perfect

Perfection is just a beautify poetry poetried 

In poetry 


Sometimes what comes to mind is me smoking

But what happens when this cigarettes smokes me?

And the smoke runs dry 

To Drying my lips 


when you think the only solution is death

You will get your answer as you hold your breathe

Cause it does 


Picture ain't perfect•



So if i take my heart out with a dagger

And serve you it on a siver platter

What would be your answer

Cause it would have been nothing 

But empty words saved silver plate

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If love was a book

If love was a book 
It would be nothing but a messed up tell without 
A happy  ending locked away out of reach from 
People (children) simply put a secret system is insure from the broken heart t
Am pretty sure that the Author must known 
Why 
If love was a book it  would be  like a history book walking past through it like memory lane 
Giving meaning, peace and tranquility 
It would  be like a movies trailer running into chapters  of never ending sad stories of broken hearts 
Thought gone astray like the prodigo sun 
Blank sheets, period missed 
Mind speaks 
if love was a book with lost souls i would dig dip to redeem its lost scroll ?? 
Like a farmer tool my pen would write as whole 
Refusing to cultivate words 
If love was a book with a blank page i would  write a sonet of 5 lines conveying words of togetherness 
Our system like  is a broken campus 
We are all in the web of the unknown you see with phone  screens darkness is not our fear anymore 
It is too much light that is blanding 
Too much knowledge!!!!! 
Such that you don't need to ask anyone anymore cause uncle Google has it all
If love was a book it would be nothing but empty promises 
Put in one page of misery
 life line ones in a life time 
Its would be the language so sad stories never brought to light 
If love was a book 
It would be one of those books I despise the most
But in the end it's a beautiful thing
Written by H2O the silent poet

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Hello

Hello ! It's me they say time is supposed to heal You  but I am not seeing Much of healing .

I was wondering after living all these  year's 

Without you 

 Maybe you 

Would like to hear my apologies or

Perhaps I should put my apologies in a carpel of  poems 

Because really I hurt you 


I have been preaching your love but not living it 

I am lost and stack in this crazy generation were virginity means nothing ,and sex means everything

Hello!! 

Am am lost 

Am not the man I was ,

I remember how beautiful our love was 

At that time everything sims to have stooded still 

Am not trying to sound poetic wen I say she took my soul ,I was a slave to her will ,

You see I believed that our love would fly like a bird little did I know our love was that of a flight less bird ,

you see I believed you could fly

But my faith was not brave enough to Left you to the sky

Until the lies crow in my ears they told me of fears that made me to creaple you wings

 

You see to me you were a library but I made you into a piece of paper that could fit in my hands

Am sorry ?? 

I left you alone while trying to force love for those who cared less if I lived or died 

You see am sorry the girls who break into your heart and the ones I handed the key


You see am sorry for the battles I had lost 

Someone way out of my class but yet you looked upon me 

Like a trap song your love captivated me 

Wrote me love latter's  you new my Genesis regardless of my acts you still love me 


Hello ! It's me