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Best Poems Written by Bertrand Raven Banda

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Kill You Today, Love You Tomorrow-Love and War

I lay in my bed day by day,
thinking of what next to say,
I feel I dont love you 
anymore,
its like I was drowning & now 
I'm ashore
I feel no love & no hate my 
heart is sore.
all is fair in love & war 
Inside my twisted mind i mix,
Two very different links, 
Today you die, 
tomorrow you cry,
today I'm wielding a sword, 
tomorrow I'm defeated by 
your words.
I see you in my dreams, 
but we are on different teams, 
it feels so right & yet its so 
wrong, 
its like I'm in heaven, but not 
for long. 
I will kill you today & love you 
tomorrow, 
this day is on happiness & the
next sorrow, 
Why am I like this? Are you to 
blame?, 
Why are you always that 
flame?, 
I stand in the midst of 
Armageddon
ready for war, 
with my armour & hammer 
looking like thor, 
I see you on the other side 
are you looking for more?, 
only God knows what it is 
we're fighting for!

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Beautiful Death

With each touch... I lose 
the sense of feel
She reels me in with her 
luscious appeal
O... I have fallen for her & 
she knows
Heart... mind... body... & 
most of all soul
Ecstasy!... Bliss!... 
Euphoria!
& she won the war... 
Gloria!
Without having swung an 
axe or strung a bow
My body lay helpless 
begging for more...
...More time to make 
amends & say goodbye
But she won't listen she's 
far too high
Her name isn't common 
like mary or beth
But love her & she will 
take away your breath
I guess love is a 
euphemism for a 
beautiful death
As the hands of time 
undoubtedly lead to 
death...

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Slow Suicide

Inhale... trying to live in the presence of a crowd
My imagination suffocates...
Exhale... I'm losing touch of the norm 
This is too much air for my lungs to take
Inhale...midway aloft another page in my life is turned
Is it too late for my mind to resuscitate?
Exhale...voices... there are so many voices
Reminding me of my sins, for that reason only I sin.
*cough* *cough* the midnight sun illuminates the window panes
Inhale...the ashes fall in a slow, melodramatic way
Reminiscent of valhallah and the vikings 
Exhale...I can feel you lurking behind me
In the shadows waiting, plotting my demise
Inhale...I can feel your scythe pointed against my heart
With a ghastly countenance, the hairs on my hands begin to rise
Exhale..."taken by thine own hand" I hear you say
The honesty of that phrase brings me to my senses
Inhale...I press the glowing point against the ashtray and utter "not today"
Exhale...

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Theatre of the Mind

The crowd awaits, for the 
most auspicious of nights
...Standing ovations & red 
roses, ready to be put in flight
Conductors & maestros alike 
ready their positions
The echoes of my thoughts 
seem to harbour an omission
Strokes of brilliance are 
always ready to strike...
As I open my eyes a facade of 
insanity catches my attention
& the roaring crowd puts my 
thoughts into suspension
Frail & near death, with the 
piercing gazes they throw
I put up an audacious piece of 
display worthy to be called a 
show....

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Perspective

I am, but what You make me
I judge, but will not forsake 
thee
I am loath to forget my foes
And all that stands between 
me & my goals...
My first impression is the 
definite
Lasting...if not altered its 
stains are infinite

I am what You see & not how 
I look
Without You, I am but an 
empty book
Dusty...unread & ignored...
Even by those ever tempted to 
be bored
My recognition is determined 
by my outstanding trait
What I intend to show is not 
always what You await

Good is good only & when You 
choose it to be
I am bad only & when You 
expect me to be

I am what I am because of 
You
And without You I am not...
Ergo You are mine & I the 
cause of You

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Walk With Me

Walk with me oh dear brother, through the perilous alleys of a once prosperous land
Speak to me oh dear sister for I long to hear a woman’s outlook
Our people die of ignorance as the same lies are fed to them
The world watches on as fools deprive us of our rights…leaving us with nothing valuable in return
Our brightest minds are either too afraid to speak or paid to be mimes
The rich and powerful prey on the majority: the poor who are left with no choice but to follow…blissfully
In an effort to access the most basic of needs…thus starving the republic of true leaders
Walk with me dear brother for I am a saddened by what seems to be a failing Africa!

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Scarlet Fever

You don’t know intensity…
Red…
Everywhere…
Scarlet walls… painted
And it looks BEAUTIFUL…gushing out tainting the canvas, what a rush… wish you could feel it.
I lick the blade; my accomplice, and an abrupt sting kisses my tongue
I am exhilarated… I am Alive!
Flashbacks of my hands on your neck squeezing the life out of you, my blade in my hand taunting you…
And your jugular just pleading for an opening. I carve a smile from ear to ear and I kiss it deeply…
What a Pulsating flow… I drink the remnants of what seemed like an eternity of crimson water.
My hands are soaking, so is my shirt and my neck… your body is shaking and I hold It against mine as if to protect you from the cold.
I lick your newly carved smile dry to clean the water off it as I lay you to rest

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Burning Trees

The suns eye is falling, ash from the ground drowns the trees
In a sea of dark grey and exfoliated black leaves Falling…
singing a song that echoes through the woods of this cradle of life
only a few rays can pierce through the thick smoke that has engulfed the skies as if the heaven had decided it was time to relocate
the last ray of sunlight finds its mark on a plummeting leaf as it hits the ground a puff of dust rises and kisses its blades…
thus clarifying the saying of “whatever goes up must come down”
the smell of burning wood evades my nostrils, the crackling sounds of wood burning mirrors the screams of helplessness and pain these trees have endured.
When the night awakens the fowls fly over the place they once called home… a red glow illuminating the tree like a giant neuron.

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Ghosts of Nostalgia

Do you ever get that eerie feeling when you see someone for the first time?
That feeling of knowing as if you knew them all your life?
when your whole body goes numb and you can hear the last beats of your heart?
When a blink of an eye can last an eternity as you see visions of a silhouette like your own shadow in an embrace with a stranger you knew an eternity ago.
That memory you never had… but can remember quite well
Like you’re free falling or just levitating, but you can’t quite tell
I seemed to have opened Pandora’s box in the hope of finding peace,
Now the ghosts of nostalgia keep haunting me and it seems they find release…
When I open my eyes you still stare… the world came crashing down but you were still there…

Do you ever get that ethereal feeling when you see someone?
That feeling of total synchronicity with someone you’ve never known all your life?
When your whole world disappears and all you can see is…
That one person who seems to mimic your every being the essence of… you
Like when you’re screaming for her to whisper because she can’t quite yell
When your world turns to oblivion and only she can break the spell,
Because you opened Pandora’s box in the hope of finding the one
And now the ghosts of nostalgia will haunt you until deed is done

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Once Upon a Flame

Somewhere in the dark reaches…a dying light looks on, over the deep nothingness that remains…coupled with fumes of a once ravaging flame…
All that is left is a red glow, barely illuminating the wick…no air just smoke, chocking the glow it closes its last eye.
…A soft wind glides toward the once beaming visage, carrying with it tidings from worlds afar, she begins dancing with the smoke, coasting through the air like long lost friends.
Amongst it all, a faint Ruby eye…barely able to catch a glimpse of it all, starts to lighten up, the once crimson glow starts running amok. The thick blanket of darkness began to dissipate, everything began to animate, the full spectrum was restored in its grandeur 
“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!” it exclaimed! as it illuminated the farther reaches…dancing with the wind passionately as they soared at the summit.