#bamboo
Every Video
Each Generation Each Voice
Zzzzz
You make me sleep
Zzzzz
You make me awake
Zzzzzz
You keep me alive
Zzzzz
Zzzzz
I paid my bills
Youre going to die from bullets Zack
Zack noone got your back
They tryna ****** you
They see you ask Rohan
Zack youre going to die first
We can't keep this up
Zack youre Dead locked away or homeless
Atleast you die a king...
Zack and the Champaign
Zack prada and Champaign
Yes you will
Buy me freak mansions
And compounds
I like you everyday
New shoes clean brand new shirt
Never had it
Soon I got it
Cuffed suites Bahama nice day
Lofts lotts lakes
Yachts
And pictures frames
Burial plots no dna
Don't know nothing
...
1st to launch
10 million to 8 billion
Love is everything everywhere everyone me and you together forever
1st date 2 second life im here
All night all eyes
Protection till then end
Ill bomb them all
Shoot me another ***** dart *****
Im king
You want me dead
Because I got Nukes
Rip big kev
House and a couch
Device and location
I got it all
Private jets long nights
To must we prevail in the end
I am here for youre all
Dying by your side
Baby momma your verse goes far
You fly
Angel wings
Am here love am here
Praise my lover the most high
Was made to watch
Born to see
A true honor
Good deeds
I believe I worship you
More then God
Pray with me baby momma
10 million 8 billion
There's no ai atlas
Space is fake money 10 company
Post HD
I just want my Riah
My MC
MY LOVE
MY LIFE
MY WIFE
THANK YOU GOD
THANK YOU GOD
THANK YOU GOD
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:46 AM UTC
The roots won't grow, they just won't. The water is tepid and the gnats know this as they hover over it. They buzz around with grand expectations and buzz in anticipation of thriving in such fertile conditions (for water is as life-giving as is soil). Propagated from one flesh to another in hopes of growth. However, the roots just won't take. Slime already grows there. Some gnats may lay eggs, glass jelly sacs, tenderly floating amongst the roots. Soon it all starts to rot, to stink, just the same as before.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
Bend like bamboo,
Brittle people break.
Resist yet be resilient,
Persevere, yet,
With purpose.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
When judging the tree by its fruits
The bamboo proponent imputes
That this grass’s great power
Lies not with its flower
But deep in its rhizomes and roots
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 6:46 AM UTC
I open window to greet ashen sky,
A shy fellow he is, covered in misty clouds.
Laying in my bed, I douse myself In comfort.
Too comfortable… Watching bamboo spoon falling,
My finger too limped to react,
So I let it thump the floor.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
In a place
where no one
but we, between
sun set and rise
a cut of bamboo
is fused and the
coffee cup brimful
to the lip, the
label uplifted to the
next level and
sloshed on a lovely
sharing hours,
slowly we muted
and respiring like
a new combustion
engine of a new
2020 Mercedes Benz
car racing on pure
coal tar high road
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
I enjoy the tangy of spring,
tasting plum wine as cherry blossom.
Eastern river is dried bamboo shoots,
a sweet yet melodic taste brings me home.
At the end of the river is where my heart lays;
a vast, endless ocean;
sadly, people only see fishes in little Ju lake;
the river behind the lake,
ocean behind river that's hidden.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
swift breeze rolling waves
bamboo flutists trying notes -
symphony in air.
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
...
I snuck out of bed,
grabbed some glass pebbles,
a jar, and scissors.
And cut the crown
off my panda-plant
A little clipping
sits on my desk
waiting for water
and happiness
...
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC
I feel like a stranger
In my home,
In my body;
Invisible and wearing
A sheet over my head.
Unheard by all
Worldly ears,
I’m sure the universe
Turns a blind eye
To my prayers.
I like to relate
Myself to bamboo;
Hollow but strong-
Willed. Lanky and
Filled with watery wisdom.
But quiet,
Oh so quiet.
A deadly weapon
And a shield
Against unlistening ears.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 72
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Like a bamboo flute his dear life'
Noble birth of woodwind family.
Which naturally generates;
An acoustics stream of sacred music!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
The bamboo forest favors impermanence
Flower petals, thunder, snow flakes
So let the time traveling tourist tell us
We will have something to say about this, later
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Bamboo spine
bones and all,
stand tall
Soak up the
sour & the sweet
Remove yourself from
soil so dry
Plant your body
& your soul
in self-loving hands
Sway with the wind
but remember to
create your own someday
Nurture your warmth
don't let it die
You are free to grow
in this landscape.
Remind your mind's eye.
This is your time.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
With bamboo husks scattered,
My last bones shattered.
We mourn a loss of bliss,
Draped in fear learnt to dismiss,
I call for all to gather.
The stalks once in my heart,
Intertwined; and broke apart.
I never knew how weak I'd gotten,
As my glacial mind defrosted,
And from within; resilience departed.
My thoughts cannot grow,
Pierced by what I do not know.
I'm getting colder,
I am not a soldier,
I'm a victim to the blow.
As the last bit of me was hollowed out,
I spoke the words of hope through my mouth:
"I will learn to accept the pain,
Rather than soaking it in my veins,
I'll filter it to the ground."
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Farewell my lonely friend
Should I apologize?
As you welt and bend
You're dead now
Gone with my luck
burnt out
Farewell
For I did not care
But now I sense a difference
There's sadness in the air
You were alone most of the time
I'd complain to you
But never hear your desperate cries
I should have cared
But I was never even there
I'm sorry my little green friend
I'm sorry that this is how you meet your end.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
shallow creeper
blindly seeks
subterranean passage
horizontal
push and ******
fingered shoots
in compliant ground
purple sword
arcs skyward
a deception
yet to unfurl
gold to conceal
the tangle
underneath
perennation
in unfavorable
seasons
propagates
subversive
perpetual
regeneration
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
A forest of green
Bamboo stalks surround us
With long thin leaves
Before they were taken by thieves
Tasty bamboo
Growing out askew
The sky is blue
It’s a wonderful view
A-choo!
(Short pause)
A-choo!
A panda has the flu
As I look in the distance
I see the end of their existence
Humans and machines
Destroying their land by any means
Their Bamboo has been taken
And replaced with smoke
This is no joke
No humans spoke
Until they finally awoke
To see the pandas are dying
In what was once their land
All by our hand
Not quite what we had planned
Maybe we should’ve thought of this beforehand
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The views from Qing Xiu Shan are very nice
and I am feeling better than I did this morning
the Yong River winds through green fields
the breeze fills my lungs
my thoughts rustle like bamboo leaves
a southern tranquility rises in the distance
covered by the opaque morning
this is what my mind's eye sees
as I rock my little girl to sleep
kissing the forehead
that will never be without a kiss
until my lips are still
like the peaceful day we yearn for
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Bamboo shoots grow all two quickly only to diverge two soon.
Resilience comes not easily but is learned, whether rooted in
Earth, rock, sand we have learned to grow through our fears.
Are the hazards of growth greater than the ease of departure?
Keep this in mind, for I do two.
Us. That is something I will fight for,
Planted shallow are the roots, sanguinely sowing steadier
-AM
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
i
how like a napping innocent
the song was stolen away
when i my reason bribed
could not find where i belonged.
a patch is made of unrimed rime
and *** by *** it tore away
telling awhile
never will, you may.
i groped. you lingered
you waned. i waited.
when i would
to the solitude of
the rocks have gone
alas!
i found,
the singer of the song.
ii
bend bamboo
to the gusts and gails
that sweep, sweep.
swing back to whirl again
as the winds its fancy bend
so do – ne’er complain.
on windy ludes
so low you bow
after you kissed
the earth below
embrace you the sun.
sing now you violins
the rustles of enchantment
of dancing toes
it’s a mellow melody
… lingers on…
iii
useless are
the wings of birds
if the wide and brimless sky
to them are yet untold.
if none to care
and none to pine
how can a sign
of triumph bare
as birds and sky
as twains do share?
iv
full moon and empty arms
for every setting sun?
i fled thy silvern chatter
of vanished cries
and curling past.
suns have gone now.
and seeking never find.
no moon and empty arms
but when were you
not starbeam
and when not star
not beam.
if you could be
but how!
if you could see
but now!
v
came here, but,
did not tarry long.
a handful of sand
a greedy grip
a clutch, and,
through the fingers slip
till naught is left
but an empty grip.
she is come
know i
when gone.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
HanShan said
'Just the other day
A demon became a Bodhisattva.'
Gives me hope
Now I go too
Find my mountain
Desolation Peak
Write my own poems
On bamboo
And rock
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
I stand with pride, I know it all
Though you can see, I bow, I fall
Whenever wind whispers my name
I bend my knees but stay the same
Whatever life would offer me
I will accept but I'm still free
I know how odd, it's like a game
I bend my knees but stay the same
The joy life brings would make me smile
Though sadness gazes for a while
When there's a will, just keep the flame
I bend my knees but stay the same
When sorrow's there to walk with me
Eyes are open to let me see
I'll still walk through yet like a lame
I bend my knees but stay the same
When sunbeam's there to scorch my skin
I wouldn't runaway or shin
I'll walk with pride but not with fame
I bend my knees but stay the same
When rain is there to stay with me
I'll never cry for I can see
It comes to heal, care for my name
I bend my knees but stay the same
That's how I live, how strong I am
Though storms may pass, though troubles come
I am still me, I'm on my frame
I bend my knees but stay the same.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Consecrate us
to grow more!
Bless us
to climb high!
Craft us
to become helpful and useful to all!
Furnish us vigour
to stand sturdily !
Radiance us
to swell your splendour and simplicity every where!
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC