I'm scared of you

Owen Hamalala

Biography: My name is owen hamalala am from zambia Am a poet who writes from within Writing poems is something i keep doing And i also draw

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Owen Hamalala

Thursday 20 February 2025

Untitled poem

Wen all is said and done !!

Listen the voice of silence 🔕

As the truth turns into illusion

And our life a bittersweet lie

Our emotions a distorted smile

Of nothing but wasted year

That have been washed away

by the sands of time

Listen to the voice of silence

As Humanity embraces its inner beast

Stick and stone my broke my bones

But words kill

You see the devil will give you so much

Love he will infect you With so much affection that you would want to spend

The last day in hell

In a world were purpose is forgotten

We're a man seeks Fame , rather than a good name

We're the is no shame in the process

As long as you get the proceed the end justifies the needs

We have been trained in the art of deceit

We nolonger know how to stand for the truth

Even in death we never speak the truth

I think that's the reason on the grave it's written here He/she liars

We leave in a world were our dreams will find you sleeping planting the hopes our tomorrow

In death beds

Life seems like a prison

Owen Hamalala

Thursday 20 February 2025

Today

Today saves as a reminder

That the past is a road we have

Walked

The past is a constance reminder that forgiveness is the only way we can move forward its painted with stained dreams and broken promises

Were we have planned our hope in death bed hoping thay we would grow seeds for the future

Let our hope fly like the eagle let our joy find laughter

As we laugh likr our mouth is a factory of laughing gas

Yesterday is the determint of our 2omoro our missy or joy is determind by our yesterday lets be sharpad of our yesterday

Because forgiveness was the gift given

Before you ever thought to plead and use your tears

To get it

If only you only new the treasure you are through the father's eyes

You see

Jesus loves you

through him we are saved

For all that are called sinner's through him are

Saved

A new life begins and the old is redeemed

And I will trust you wen it seems they is no hope

Owen Hamalala

Thursday 20 February 2025

Untitled poem

When bones can no longer with stand the pressure

We see our eyes luming down the streets of an forgetfulness our souls dripping of sorrows

A vengeful spirit grows and strikes backs with no rumours of guilt cause a broken soul knows no forgiveness all hopes lost to vadictiveness

When action can no longer fit the act

Cause we are only actors playing role of unforgiveness

And now the stage is bloody.

All hopes washed away in the waves of unforgiveness

Our hearts drips of nothing but decitefullness and vengeance

But yet we proclaime the gospel of jesus

Did jesus come to preach unforgiveness and vengeance we now read the Bible to follow suits

And justify our misdirected hearts, we no longer see the light, now only darkness fills our empty voids

jesus preaches forgiveness, love, hope and mercy

When jesus hung on the cross and said its finished

He gave as a chance to choose, through he's lashes on he's back, but still chose to show us, even though he was betrayed by he's own, but still sees the light within us even though we may things we have follen for from he's grace jesus calls he's own

Forgiveness is better than keeping a grage

Which can only fill darkness in one's heart

And give senseless meaning

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Words speak

Listen to the sound of silence in my fading link and a dying breath

Our poems are more than just words

the world we live in have more than the walls with doors that we need to walk through ,.

Life is a battle field

Were you are on your own

No alias

The only weapon you have are your hands

And even though that has been tired behind your back

You still have to fight back

With imagination running faster than light

Life is nothing like a race

Always in a rush to nowhere.

Know were you are going before you start running

We become like lost memories of a sad stories

Dear H2O poetry is your life and when you go on stage so that

They could rate your peace ,

Who made man judge over your life

True integrity

True integrity is like breathing constance

Try not to be asthmatic for the day you strangle with breath

So that the truth doesn't flow

Something in you dies you are a product of a wrong indoging and remember next Time you indogi in the truth do it like the sex story .

spread your legs at the alter

Silence is the most serious crime of suspicion

The next time you indogi in spoken word poetry remember they're queens of many party are not interested in marrying your interest but rap your free will

The next time indogi in the truth Barry your concious and everything on the altar of Queens these holy hypocrite that make love look like snacks spitting on the grave

The next time u indogi in the truth

Spend the nights near grave yard near the Mediterranean sea

And and hopeless nights that this sea sait

Don't you get it life here is like sea saw

Dear Jennifer remember that barried underneath are

umbilical cord have you have slept half dead a woman comes knocking for wen you sold me lies I listened I call you my queen coz even wickedness needs high .......

7 January 2020

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Jesus saves

The past is like a nightmare

The Only tale's left are 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's 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

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

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Silence voices

Wen all is said and done !!

Listen the voice of silence 🔕

As the truth turns into illusion

And our life a bittersweet lie

Our emotions a distorted smile

Of nothing but wasted year

That have been washed away

by the sands of time

Listen to the voice of silence

As Humanity embraces its inner beast

Stick and stone my broke my bones

But words kill

You see the devil will give you so much

Love he will infect you With so much affection that you would want to spend

The last day in hell

In a world were purpose is forgotten

We're a man seeks Fame , rather than a good name

We're the is no shame in the process

As long as you get the proceed the end justifies the needs

We have been trained in the art of deceit

We nolonger know how to stand for the truth

Even in death we never speak the truth

I think that's the reason on the grave it's written here He/she liars

We leave in a world were our dreams will find you sleeping planting the hopes our tomorrow

In death beds

Life seems like a prison

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Untitled thoughts

So let me reintroduce myself as the poetic samurai as I cut through the tragic of life

As humanity embraces it's inner beast ,

And we became monsters of our own making

What you see is what you get ! Life is an illusion

And to see through the lenses of life you need a covenant eye

For all we see in this life is the evil that lives in the heart of men As brother guns down brothers

Our sisters seeking for money pleasure from these diabetes over grown men as boy friend so they diabetic income is insufficient of insulin to reduce the sugar income .

Like our men of God (prophesying the the unseen version) digging deeper for deep pockets sugar coated phrase of fraud

With heavy tithes on offer

Let me not run away from what we have become humanity has become more

Dangerous than the wild animals

So don't let me cut the truth into the lies we tell ourselves wen we go to sleep

We have become brain dead

Our brain cell will only comprehend money and sex

We betrayed kisses in exchange for selfies as

Desires become selfish

Teenage get sex before sex ads

As my thoughts constantly hit on paper to rewrite the past

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Addiction

I'm addicted to the sound of

Of silence

Like the wind blowing on cold morning

Oho yes !!!

I'm addicted

If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total 🔕silence 🔕

I'm addicted

Like a poet addicted

To metaphors and rhymes that

Are line to lyrical chain of never ending thoughts

I'm addicted to the

Burning coal of nicotine

Till my last dying breath

I crave to put out

My fantasy to unfulfilled dreams.

Like a sinner addicted

To the pleasures of lying.

I'm addicted to the

Consoling bottle that

Can drown me in the sorrows

of my regrets

Like a singer addicted

To notes and symphony

A cheating husband

Full of secrets without regrets. Sucking

All the honey for his selfish desires.

Is all am addicted too.

You see am an addict

Ooh!!! Yes

I'm addicted

Like the politician addicted

To embezzlement and lying.

Enriching his fat pocket.

Like the gase attackers (tokota)

I'm

Addicted to burning and Splitting blood of innocent without rumours

I am addicted to gospel

That preach love and peace.

Equality amongst brothers.

Like a prostitute addicted

To the streets house

And potbelly fathers

I am addicted to repenting

And relenting in worship and

Prayers, even on this war ship

Of life slaying biblical verses

Is like playing.

By:owen thepoet

Owen Hamalala

Monday 17 February 2025

Zambia

H2O

Welcome do zambia were our currency has an unstable frequency

Were democracy of hypocrisy

Were leadership is on

Net-work

Net-worth

Welcome to Zambia.

Welcome to zambia we're insults have become our nation anthem to which we listen to and stand attention .

Welcome to Zambia were mother thats bleeds

And we watch live in HD from the South to Eastern ,

North to west

Welcome to zambia were pamela is still trending

Like a song yet to be sang .

Welcome to zambia were people disappear(pamela) in a liver

Called your province a liver that doesn't fear the human

But feeds on the human kind ......

Welcome to zambia were beauty of a girl is defined by her curves ¥f her body and light skin

A place were young ladies drink like they're fathers and smoke like they brothers

Welcome to zambia .

Welcome to zambia were you trend for being dam

Beaten

Drunk

Cry

Etc

Zambia a place were teenage pregnancy is a competition but yet fathers don't take responsibility .

Were we exchange nuds just for a trend

Welcome to zambia were mothers want to leave like they're children(kids) a long line of lost generation

Christians ✝️ we are called but our lifes say otherwise .

So I say Welcome to my country

Were I know people that are determined to tell

They stories different

Were unsung heroes ,unnamed and unseen icons

Welcome to zambia

Were you find our leaders of tomorrow whose tomorrow never come

Or our monthly income that never comes in like we do

When we make love to forget the pain that we ourselves have occurstrede

Welcome to zambia were we dream of

Going to school but no jobs available

Instead of school becoming the tool

To good future

Welcome to zambia were you only get respect when 6fit under

Welcome to zambia were student pray ,Shouting and praying in tongues like they will graduate 🎓 with degree's

The problem is not with prayer

But praying only when you need something

I have a dream of a better Zambia

Were we never have to cut ourselves into pieces

Were love never dies

I dream of a zambia were every woman is a pillar

Not a stool or a pleasure tool

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 13 November 2024

Toxic lover

I am that toxic lover That's why I choose to hide from the face of the earth Oho Yes am the downfall of every love story I ever indogied myself in Cause I just show off my pride Yes am Mr heartbreaker kid That's the truth I won't deny when all My promises were never to Hurt you But now it's a dream comes true It's all my faults that can't deny cause I Find pressure in your down fall Am two faced Doubt me not I'm that romantic person But yet with a fake smile I know am the source of your pain Day and nights tears rolling cause I choose To hurt you Even if you leave am the one to be they in your dreams hunting your like a scary movie ?? and if are tired of our love story ?? Of insanity be assured am like the sand and sugar that is mixed and never separate To all my lovers you are my slaves that's my They call me a toxic lover Am a prest that preaches about love But yet my heart is cold ?? I preach about adaulty but yet my neighbours wife's and daughters I chese around like a cut and mouse ?? Please please don't think this is an apology to my slave lovers it's just to Let you know that dreams we're never meant to come true when wen you are with people like me. It's a pity that our love story ends like a bloody movie ??scene ??

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 13 November 2024

Screaming in silence

Screaming in Silence

In the depths of my soul, a cry echoes through

A scream in silence, only You can hear it true

Doubts creep in, like shadows on the wall

"Is Your presence real? Do You hear me at all?"

I pray for sunshine, for light in the night

But rain keeps falling, and darkness takes flight

My plans, so carefully laid, crumble to dust

Half the time, it seems, Your way is not my trust

If i never understand, or ever see the promise land

Yet, I'll choose to trust, though unanswered prayers am gone trust the way you work even if it breaks me.

Remain a mystery, beyond my mortal cares

Your ways, oh Lord, are not my own

But I'll surrender, and make Your will my home

In the silence, I'll wait for Your voice

A whisper of hope, a gentle, loving choice

To guide me through trials, and testing times

And prove Your promise, that You're always on my mind

Though doubts assail, and fears arise

I'll stand on Your word, and lift my weary eyes

To the hills of hope, where faith is made

And trust that Your goodness, will forever be displayed

Even when answers don't come, as I desire

I'll rest in Your sovereignty, and Your heart's fire

For You, oh Lord, are good, and just, and true

And Your plans, though hidden, will see me through.

So if you give or if you take i will let you lead the way even if it breaks me

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 13 November 2024

If love was 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

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 13 November 2024

If love was a book

Title if love was a person What If love was a person would it change the position and shape of the heart Maybe then, it would beat for one person and sing the Same song some which beauty dances ?? to Or Maybe then, it would feel a single when soul when broken apart it would be aware of the number of scars printed on ones skin in the name of love! Dem !!!! Just maybe...oho !!! yes just maybe! If only love were person It would immediately !!! deactivate it's vision Iand pretends to be blind yet sees everything on site, it would not have to be curvaceous it would t be seen as beautiful Perhaps , i would not have to paint the color my skin blue to be considered classy Perhaps , my illiteracy wouldn't be used against me when I write my poem to justify one self Perhaps, i won't have to be on heels for my feelings to be considered high ! Just maybe...yes, just maybe! If love was a person it would redesign the shape of true love ,it won't listen to all those negative vibes opinions would matter Perhaps my insecurities would be assured with a sense of reasoning Perhaps,it would filter all the toxic assets of lost relationship With the hope finding one self Perhaps, love would favour pretty deaf young woman that site Behind the side lines Just maybe...oho yes, just maybe! If love was a person It would cut of it's legs So that it would be able to walk away from me soul Maybe then, there would be no argument everytime we disagree on simple matters of the soul together, we would come under the sun !!! come rain come sunshine love would reign! Oho Just maybe

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 13 November 2024

Love hurts

Let me take care of your broken heart and show you how to fly. Let me hold you gently by the hand and kiss your tears goodbye.away Let me lead you to tomorrow's light and out of needless rain, 'cause all I want right now is to see you smile again. Let me sing you all the songs I wrote 'til you sleep in my embrace, and I'll keep you safe and warm until the sunlight strokes your face. Let me bring you up the mountain's peak, and I'll let you touch the skies to remind you of the strength I see when I look into your eyes. Let me kiss and show you what is love and the happiness it brings. You'll sail again like a butterfly endowed with pretty wings. Let me do all these to let you see our fates are intertwined. You're the accidental precious gem I've waited long to find. The earth and sky conspired to make us meet. They knew we both belong to each other like words and lovely notes give life to every song. So fly with me, my beautiful one. It's time we leave the past. I'm yours to keep, and you are mine. We're finally home at last.

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 23 October 2024

Nasty me hypocrite

Nasty Me, Hypocrite

From the looks of things,

I've gazed deep into my soul,

And it only gives rise to pain.

I am the shadow that consumes your light,

A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.

My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,

Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.

My life paves the way for pain;

Sorrow evolves around my circle.

It nurtures and breeds vindictiveness,

Drinking oceans of bitterness,

Eating the bread of hostility.

I'm that jealous lover who stalks you,

Bringing nothing but pain to your living life.

My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,

Sweet nothings that bring only fear.

I'll pull you close, then push you away,

Leaving scars that never fade.

I am the embodiment of mass destruction,

A reality of unpleasant catastrophe.

I sow seeds of discouragement,

Watered with rivers of agony,

Nothing but sadness.

I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,

A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.

My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,

A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date.

I am the terror behind your nightmares,

The imagery you refused to envision.

I wage war, raining down casualties and division.

I'll feed on your insecurities,

Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.

My love's a game, where you're the prey,

A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.

I am the scorching sun

That pierced and smeared your soul with evil.

I find pleasure in your misery

And joy in suffering.

I am a righteous sinner

Who wears the coat of righteousness,

Beneath, lies devil's concoction,

Seasoned with ingredients of vices.

I'm the creativity of negativity,

Not positivity.

In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity.

I befriended light to see darkness;

To concoct wickedness, so easy to judge.

Always preaching perfection

But living with an infection.

Still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,

A moth to flame, unable to bear.

The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,

A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

Untitled

Written by k2h Kvg Owen Hamalala @2020 Looking for a fresh page Embracing the new age Seeking for a fresh start Tearing my past apart Taking off my old chains Hoping all is not in vain Fighting daily to gain Trying again and again Overlooking the pain Struggling to attain Endeavoring to sustain Pushing myself so far Targeting to reach far Reaching out for stars Wishing on shooting stars Climbing into the clouds Ignoring all the doubts Knowing what counts Pulling of all the stunts Forgetting all my fears Whipping down the tears Smiling through the years Achieving what I could

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

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

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

Fictional

Let's not brag about begging free Long gone are the days when tears would drop We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth As we became night crewers in this cold world Now we are x men with ragging hope with in I hope you will be able to tell Wat kind of poem this is We are like strange doctors who's ability will make you marvel We have no class rap ! Nor physician captains in America ???? Cause this is Zambia were we only see Mr Zambia And you vision cant see them unless u are a cyclops they delivered unsaid words of broken Promises Were we fight like Unlike Zulu in the battle of the mulatuzi river Fought for they're right They traded they're birth right ......... .....so think twice ...Take time to think twice, The haters of joy! I guess I missed the target In my taught and classes Looking round my world To see and hope! If joy I hope could be clapping In the means of foes! Hatred grips my grapes As I soar with sorrows! Finding way to walk from my mind to soul I saw a deep journey Tunneling down my dreams With saga and storms ..so let me reintroduce myself am the last of my kind I did die i just barred myself in the sands of time hoping some day that I will hear the truth see we were kings and Queens till we turned into slaves in our own houses ??? we are the really misfits we keep shape-shifting like mi stick but we missed the trick the only time we are hero's is when we dream . Cause reality is nothing but a dream ... Copyright ©?H2O ©? 2023

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

LOVE POEM

My Heart Skips a Beat My hurt skips a beat at the Mention of ur name My mind blazes in flames whenever I think of you, Just the smile of your pretty face forces me crack The dimples that lie behind your fleshy Cheek, The majesty in your walk Behold my hands make me feel like a slave of your love Let my legs run a thousand Lovely assignments for you Here is my tongue Allow it to profess and attest Your beauty in eulogy and harmony To the world I have nt seen yet,when my eyes have not gazed at your beauty I can’t get my eyes off you Seeing you doubles my lifespan A day with you is like heaven A holiday from hell Dam what can I say Am so privileged to enjoy this undeserving moments with a pearl from a place of unknown What name can properly adore you. You are more than just one Rib to me Your voice pours down with the exciting symphony down my spine Which rushes down my loins And sets me high Stay away from me lest let me die of thirst I mean come closer and set me free No,enslave me in your palms of pleasure A treasure hidden at the heart of the Ocean for me Let them perish those who hunger For you And forms an adversary to My future. Come rain,come shine In every Disaster You are meant for me And if I die,I will await for you like a bachelor At the other side, And when death takes you first A suicide will justify my love. H2O the silent poet ??

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

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 prodigal 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 sonnet 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 blending 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

Owen Hamalala

Monday 6 May 2024

untitled thoughts

I've been in love before and I've had that love shatter & break into pieces, I wrote silence in that time-frame...an

d people asked me what inspired it, and I have always had a hard time answering that question, partly because, emotionally so much was going on then, and partly because the poem sort of opens up old wounds. But in hindsight, I nearly wrote some lousy angry, ex-lover didn't appreciate my piece which demonized women instead of (silence), and I think I only wrote the latter because of the servants of God that were feeding me spiritually at a really dark depressing time...and I can thus say a major component of writing(silence) was responsibility. Recognizing that I was responsible for my actions of which lady I perused or not, & the big one: I was responsible for which type of person I fell in love with (to an extent anyway)...now, a lot of us are fed the jazz that falling in love is just some spontaneous, random act that u have no control over, but truth be told often we fall for people who match a certain list of prioritized traits that you have consciously or subconsciously deemed as desirable/attractive. If you're honest with yourself, look back at your exes, they signify what you found most appealing in the opposite sex at the time...why all this? My point?...we take it back: RESPONSIBILITY. Lots of you are so angry with your exes. So settled in this position of being a victim of some guy's lies or cheating or some girls neglect or materialism. And while you may have valid points, maybe the person you should be angry with is yourself, angry at the inconsistent, superficial, unbiblical, traits that you subconsciously find desirable. Not those tuma edited, church friendly, rehearsed responses you give to your pastor or parents about what you looking for in a man/woman but that 'alone in your room guilty pleasure' smile you have when you think about so & so. Renew your mind & heart. Cry out to God for him to place new desires that you appr

Owen Hamalala

Wednesday 27 December 2023

LOVE'S DILEMMA.

Oho Love, sweet love, so pure and true,

You see true love Has a power that can't be subdued,

It can lift you high, make your heart sing,

But also leave you in dilemma, wondering.

For love can bring joy, but also bring pain,

And leave you in apredicament, unable to explain,

It's a feeling so strong, it can't be ignored,

Yet it's a risk that can leave your heart broken

When two hearts are entwined, it's hard to let go,

Even when the path ahead is uncertain and unknown,

The fear of loss can cloud the mind,

And leave you with in dilemma that's hard to unwind.

As you ask yourself to follow your heart, or heed your head,

And risk losing the love you've always wanted?

It's a choice that's not easy to make,

And can leave your heart and soul at stake.

But love, sweet love, is worth the risk,

For its rewards are great, and its magic brisk.

So take a chance, follow your heart,

And let love be your guide, from the very start.

Owen the silent poet

Owen Hamalala

Thursday 12 May 2022

My society

My world/ my society

By H2O the silent poet

the young turn old

babies commit suicide using the umbilical cord.

Miscarriage of justice never grows old

and trust me this ain't a code.

...saints roam around the streets with broken haloes coz people are cold.

Faith is timid as it hangs with a noose in your heart, I can tell you not bold.

Faith folds its fate within a grim letter,

now our lives are turning into some mold.

When fate gets darker, the root of all evil suffices~ now our motive is gold.

....graves turn when dead men tell tales, yet the scripture never told us

I'm tired of this old rhyme, well excuse the pun

but I'm really tired of these fictions, killing ain't fun.

Oooho listen, while I turn this rage into a page,

girls face a wrinkle in time coz they couldn't keep up with the pace.

I saw her feel her consequences using braille cause she opted for a blind date,

They are saying prevention is better than cure but they are benefiting from these rates.

we feel the belly of the beast its chew of the seven deadly sin, see~ my soul faces the burning gates.

this is the burden of proof that we will pay for our sins..................

#owen hamalala

Owen Hamalala

Thursday 12 May 2022

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

Owen Hamalala

Monday 9 May 2022

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

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,

🤒🤒🤒😅😅😅

Yours faithfully

H2O

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 26 March 2022

The pain of the world

The pain of the world

We are like skeletons in the museums display 
By the suffering that has plagued us.
O lord let Death;
take us away
poverty has become the lullaby we sing every night.
If life it's a promise,
I rather be the picture,
I'd hate seeing myself drowning,
Starving has become my language of the day ,
I'm the smile,
As we gaze through the streets!

Do not let us die in hunger.

Where are our parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify,
We had parents?
Why do lamentations salute us?

For our ribs are like stretch marks,
Reflecting on our chest 
how long must we safer 

As poverty makes us older than our age.
Some would say we are the leaders of tomorrow.
But if our present looks this way,
Tell me!
What does our future hold?

As our heart drips with stream of oceans
We are like leaves in the air,
That can be taken away by a strong wind.

Designed by hunger and thirst.
If you ask us why we look this way,
We would tell you the world reformed us;
For this is not how we're meant to be.

But who are we to question gods plan
To change the hands of time,
And reverse these pains and agony.
Who are we to question our fate and destiny
For betraying our trust and hope.
We are nothing but clays
In the hand of the Potter.
And if these be the shapes He wishes
To mould us into; 
We prayed all nights;
When shall our prayers
Be the building block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome to us?
Oh, God! Wept the affliction of our faces.

Oh God take a look around
we are living just to die if it's not by the sword of our brother
then it's by the sword of nature

cry out in pain
In the touch of your faded memory
You can't leave today
You can’t
I know you will never return
No one is waiting for this.

Your face is the color of the mind
The mind is drawn to the
border of the chest
When the eye rain again
Silently our face is washed away.
Feelings cry out in pain
In the touch of fading pain
Written by kvg owen

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 26 March 2022

Broken 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 hes family and friends 

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 26 March 2022

Silence

silence...
Lets listen to the tongues of our feelings
and the noise of  slient mouths 
like calm river  in  still motion of ...
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

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

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 26 March 2022

If silence could speak

if silence could speak 
loud than words
it would echo through my eaching born 
it would speak the language of the unknown
a myth to yet discovered,
   unvilled like  the 
hidden cloth of secret barried  to human eyes 
it would crep around the darkness just to feet 
in the silent moment of untold story 
of a broken world and its silent moment 
of lost souls 
silence is the hidden pain  of a lost poet 

yet to be discovered in its trasgration

silence it's an agnosing 
emptiness that turns
 ur soul  inside out
the silence it brings 
burns out all hope within ones 
heart

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 26 March 2022

Silence

 written by owen hamalala 
title silence
Silence
An emotion that has no motion.
it screams when all is in mute
silence is eyes that can see;
Lungs that can breathe, and ears that can hear;
For silence sees what nobody can bear to see;
In that moment of silence

Silence is like a  voice washed in waves of tranquility
Silence is
Without words but  yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s
,m.silence is the
hope  within the art
like whistle in the dark
embraces your fear
as It deepens your tear

its like death  brought to life
It’s a moment of silence
a fear behind the strength
a sound more piercing then anything
silence
A moment were fear dwells
And fill the mind with lies
Silence is  the darkest moment locked  in as we all look
Away now am one of the forgotten
Silence
A parasite that slowly eats up your mind
Ands gives doubt
As the truth falls down the erusion
We become  silence is war between who
We are and who we are made to believe
As we hide behind the silence
The still motion of  silence
Is the darkness creeping into daylight
Leaving treasure hidden in my mind
The memories we had has faded
The betters sweet  of dreams made in silence
Never stop

Owen Hamalala

Thursday 17 February 2022

Sabeta

Precious sabeta

I met her on the eve of January 31st 2017

A woman of fine beauty and brains one cannot deny

She gazed at me with those beautiful loving eyes,

As if hypnotized I had to make her mine

She opened her mouth to speak and I felt so weak

But then her voice so sweet fell on my ears, relieved my fears

She embraced me with grace, her smiling face soothing my conscience

I never thought I’d ever meet someone so gorgeous

My goodness gracious she said her name is sabeta

You see, I was seduced by the looks and the glamour

Of this fine individual with a sense of humour

Like her name she reflected an image of perfection

I was trying to hide these feelings of repression

Emotions overwhelming logic and reason

Like a pleasant drug, she had clouded my vision

Eyes blurry and her name echoing in my ears

Something this precious is usually very rare

Or maybe I’m already in love I was just unaware

Her presence is missed every time she’s not around

I begin to think of her every time I hear the sound

Of my cellular phone ringing damn, she gets me day dreaming

About spending time with her my heart is still aching

To have her all to myself and it’s almost breaking

When I think of her my heart increases its beating

And when she not around my happiness starts decreasing

I’d like to ask her out but have not the courage

Afraid she’s already taken or booked for marriage

Fair Precious who is so fine,

I will not rest until I make you mine.

Kvg

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 8 January 2022

A crying child

My heart drips with oceans pain

As I look out into the sea from where the winds come from

Deep into the heart of a land

A land bounded by two rivers

Right in the soul of a broken hearted

In a land filled with milk and honey

built by our strength, blood and soul

Right in the the heart

A mother of many children

What has become of our unity?

When we now see ourselves as rivals

Where sentiment and interest now make and break us

We are our own strength and our own weakness

Now the sun set where the East and West crosses by

The North stands still and watches the East and West rage forth

Why should what bind us break us?

When we are our own strength and our own weakness

Weep not, o! Child of zambia

How long will a mother breast feed her child?

When the child has breed forth children

When should what bring us together make us?

While we see ourselves not as foe but victors of struggle

Weep not, O! Crying child

Why should yesterday be the dream of tomorrow?

And tomorrow’s future is like the mirage of yesterday’s dream

When tomorrow’s dream is yesterday’s history.

Cry not, o! Weeping child

For our tears will one day yield hope

When yesterday’s dream will be tomorrow’s future

And hope makes the future of tomorrow yesterday’s dream

Last modified: 4 Nov 2021

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 13 November 2021

Silence

written by owen hamalala
title silence
Silence
An emotion that has no motion.
it screams when all is in mute
silence is eyes that can see;
Lungs that can breathe, and ears that can hear;
For silence sees what nobody can bear to see;
In that moment of silence

Silence is like a voice washed in waves of tranquility
Silence is
Without words but yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s
,m.silence is the
hope within the art
like whistle in the dark
embraces your fear
as It deepens your tear

its like death brought to life
It’s a moment of silence
a fear behind the strength
a sound more piercing then anything
silence
A moment were fear dwells
And fill the mind with lies
Silence is the darkest moment locked in as we all look
Away now am one of the forgotten
Silence
A parasite that slowly eats up your mind
Ands gives doubt
As the truth falls down the erusion
We become silence is war between who
We are and who we are made to believe
As we hide behind the silence
The still motion of silence
Is the darkness creeping into daylight
Leaving treasure hidden in my mind
The memories we had has faded
The betters sweet of dreams made in silence
Never stop

Owen Hamalala

Saturday 13 November 2021

I'm scared of you

written by owen hamalala H2O
silent poet
title i`m scared of you

this is not a love story but This is my confession
Yes I am scared of you
Is it because of you big brown
Eyes that make me shiver or the
Depose to your smile

This heart betrays me every time
I gaze apon your beauty

I am scared of you

Is the smile that cuts up your lips or
The is it the colour of your skin
The impecfection in the eyes of a stranger
As I keep gazing upon you beauty
Not so far from perfection but you perfect
Captured in my thoughts arrested in my on mind
Of Curiosity
I am scared of you
Or is the way you look at me right now
Your high expection
Is it the way you talk
Or the rudness
that scares me
My mind my body is forcused
I made them one
See this life is wealth living
You represent the true african beauty
Am scared of u
You see
Performance will not give you
Perfection
Your beauty is like a parasit that eats up ones mind
Weh will I ever respond to this conviction
Of being scared
This is not love love story but but this is my confession
Yes I am scared of
Is it the way I picture words flying from
her lips like weapon or its the brokeness
I see within her heart
She is like a broken glass but still transperent
Rude and irrational but still obedient
To the cause respected by all but yet diabolic
In her eyes I see,the hurt ,the betrayal but still chooses
To live her life
I am scared of you
As I battleded with my consciousness
With this new this called fear
Lose of words wen I hear her voice
You see you were an accendent waiting to hapen
Now it has happened the accedent that scares me
My voronability have been exposed like saws which
Is why I keep coming back
Like the waves that return to the show
Even wen it has been pushed back
I am scared of you
If could write the notes of the song
To which beauty of creation
And nature sing along [too]
Blind guessing and trusting my hunch
I could dig deep into earth's chambers
Searching for sparkly and precious
Gol