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Bamboo Bean Apr 2013
bars, brothels and homelessness
broken and blessed
reminds me of a home I used to know...

pax.
Bamboo Bean Apr 2013
pretty as a peach
innocent as the trees
gentle
peaceful
always content
and mine
Bamboo Bean Mar 2013
She taught us to talk
you see,
we were fearful.
unwilling to make that walk,
pride chaining us in our chairs...
insides churning,
slaves,
and we are the captors.
so we pray:
for courage to stand
and the humility
to not notice the thoughts they aim at us
because awareness of self is a vital element
of you and me.

let us free our minds
to hell with the fear
lift our heads up and out of the pit--
apathy.
speak:
up and out
for and against
black and white
we have it in us
to spit so hard and so far
that every oppressor gets a heart hit
so hard
by words so full
of substance
that even they will feel
yes, they will feel it,
compassion.
Bamboo Bean Mar 2013
dreads and herbs
shades
of yellow green and red
he
heal your soul
should have never stopped listening
Bamboo Bean Mar 2013
icehouse and cigarettes
funny as hell
hyena-laugh-like
doesn’t give two *****
Bamboo Bean Mar 2013
golden apple juice like
God knew
he would move to Kentucky
Bamboo Bean Mar 2013
sitting next to you on the bus
you are tired, and shy
he’ll die tomorrow

— The End —