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Owen Hamalala Poem
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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Owen Hamalala Poem
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
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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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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Owen Hamalala Poem
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...
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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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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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
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
Copyright © Owen Hamalala | Year Posted 2024
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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
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