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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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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
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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Owen Hamalala Poem
DEAR MR PRESIDENT*
Mr President
We used to pledge our allegiance to the motor one Zambia one nation
we believed the mystery of no sex Before marriage
But sex seems to pay for our daily life
As our hopes have faded into nothing but empty promises
Dear Mr president
What has become of our unity?
When we now see ourselves as rivals
Life has becomes a fatal accident,
that leaves our dreams shattered in the highway,
Dear mr president
Though you promised for a better life,
But Yet your people cry in hunger ??
Free education you said . and yes !! we are great full
But what is a child without food in the stomach
How can our children learn , wen we can barely survive
Our roads are a death- traps,
Where souls are forced to eternal rest...
My heart drips with stream of oceans pain
As I look out into the sea from where the winds come from
Deep into the heart of a land of Zambia were a mother's and fathers are forced
Out to the streets for the batter meant of of our town
Yet mealimile price are high ! High like the skyscraper
Dear Mr President Sir,
Why are some enjoying immunity (as it is known that they have stolen and still dance around)
When you claimed to be the champion of corruption.
Absence of electricity made us generate our own.
Fuel prices keep rising and dropping if its mealimile price we cant even say cause eating has become a thing of the past
Even our health is slowly ( deteriorate)
Dear Mr president
What time will you wake up from your deep slumber
The police men are back on the road steeling from the driver's just because they can
Dear mr president
Just last month's some unknown people were vandalized by bandits just few days ago 2men were burn in the name of mob justice
, dear mr president were is the hope for this land of ours
Were is the spirit of of being Christians
Unknown caders still control parts of lusaka because that's the only way they can sim to cope with this economy
We're getting employments it's a matter of connection
Even then wen u find employment you still have to pay
Just to be employed
Dear Mr president
With humility my pen bleeds
To remind you of your empty manifestos.
Free education has left with empty stomach
Are you sleeping sir for you
to not notice the suffering of the masses.
Dear Mr president
I am not YOUR political antagonist nor a castigator,
But an Infant calling for a better polity.
Dear Mr president
You people cry in silence
For they is little hope in Democratic leaders
give them hope so that they can keep going
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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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A Wanderer's Cry
From afar, I've journeyed, lost and alone
Here i am again back in the same place so many times
My heart heavy with shame down on my knees, my soul overthrown
Countless times I've fallen, strayed from the way
Yet, Your forgiveness, Lord, always finds its stay
I've stumbled, I've risen, only to fall again
My regrets, a river, ever-flowing in pain
But still, Your mercy, like morning dew
Refreshes my soul, anew
Your patience, a wonder, beyond human grasp
A love that endures, through every stumbling pass
When darkness enveloped me, Your light shone bright
Guiding me back, to the path of righteousness and light
Though I've failed, time and again
Your grace, a lifeline, pulls me from the pain
You lift me up, on feeble knees
And set my feet, on stable ground, at ease
From the depths of my soul, I cry out to You
A grateful heart, for mercy anew
For every mistake, every misstep and fall
You've been my refuge, my Savior, through it all
Your love, a flame, that burns like a fire
Purifying my heart, my soul's greatest desire
To stand before You, faultless and true
A miracle of grace, born anew
I come from far, with scars and with shame
Yet, You embrace me, with an endless claim
Of forgiveness, of love that never fades
A Father's heart, that forever stays
Still, You stand me on my feet
A new creation, in Your mercy's sweet retreat
Where regrets fade, and hope begins
In Your presence, my heart finds its wins.
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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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The past is like a nightmare
Only tale's left for the ears of the dead!!!
dead man tale no tale
As eye are blind to see through the
The lenses Of tomorrow and what it brings
As days hang all it hopes on a ticking clock
Tick tock tick tock
You see i tried to measure up to god standard
To get verdict of not guilty
Try to be sincere
But I couldnt confess my sins here
I used to have all the right questions
But not the right answer
That threatened my living room of my sanity
You see sin is like a virus that eats you up
Like a worm it eats slowly
It's that feeling of unworthiness that you get
You left up your hands to worship
You see
In my mind I have all the right questions
Blessed is the man that walkers not in the ungodly
Nor stranded in the way of sinners
Nor sited in wickedness
We claim to trust in the lord yet our Hope
Hopeless
We have been perfected in the flesh
But we are like unclean thing
And our righteousness
Like feithy rags
The costly price of priceless debt that was paid on the cross
Is so difficult to understand
To be sincere is not righteousness
So no matter how sincere you are
You can be sincere wrong
You see the truth is they are all lot of way to sin
It doesn't matter which one you are in
Because they are no Good criminals
We claim to worship God but yet our hearts says otherwise ,we don't really worship God but worship what he said .
You see some of us worship in church while some worship in bars ,you see some of as worship our phones.
You see they are no Good sinners or but sinners
We are so much in love with our selves we forget the real reason why Christ come
Instead of worshipping the creator
We are worshipping things our
phones
Tv
Sex
Friends
have become Our own Gods forgetting the real reason why
We truly worship
We feel the weight of our own sin bearly breathing through like
It doesn't matter how much you ask God for forgiveness without Christ
With the thought
"God will never forgive you".
Through Christ everything was made possible
So don't look up to me or your pastor
Cause my sins are written on the board
They and against the walls of my righteousness contrasting with my peace but yet I choose to face pieces
My name is Leeking with sin
But yet through it all he calls me he's own
You see Jesus loves us no matter the situation
We are like billions drops of water Streaming down the liver of time
No matter how great you think you sin is
Jesus still sees you as hes own
All you have to do is ask
Cause through him we are saved
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