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Malcolm Bamba Poem
I am the snow and ice
Cold and brittle yet happy and playful
I am the play toy of children but the death of men
I am white and translucent to ultraviolence
The winter's dance and thunder across the
village bringing a happy grace and a sorrowful touch.
The white clouds may bring platinum or silver
Ouranos may BOOM or he may Trickle..
For that is the way of the snow and Ice
It is the sun and it is the moon, it is the
ground and it is the sky. They are the same
and one only comes out in certain times
but when that one does come out ,beware
for Ice is beautiful like opium.
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Malcolm Bamba Poem
~Wrath and Anger
Oh how much Wrath wishes It could kill you
It hates you with all Its soul
It hopes to watch your face turn blue
Wrath’s heart the color of burnt charcoal
A harsh word stirs up Its rage and hate
It is inside of us all, waiting for all eternity
Its anger opens up like a red floodgate
The hate will build until it spills in actions of insanity
It craves ultraviolence and sadistic nature
You will scream and claw when it’s present
Your moral will turn into black vapor
Wrath will make you feel like you’re living in endless torment
It feeds on the happiness and hope inside you
Wrath varies from person to person
Some keep Wrath locked up tight
And some feed the wrath like fire in an arson
And some just try to fight
Your life is up for theft
When Wrath has you in Its cage
Killing and killing till there’s nothing left
Nothing left but Its rage
Nothing left but the wrath
You'll be dismembered alive in hell for your crimes
For thou not know that anger is a sin
God will disown you for not holding back your anger at times
You will make sure to pray when you see the devils grin.
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Malcolm Bamba Poem
“Bel Air” ~ Lana Del Rey
Ashen stoic gargoyles sit amongst the gates
The sunlight shines through heaven's doors.
I'm impatient and apollos chariot awaits.
You'll be my golden wings as I soar
up into divinity engulfed by light and sights
of Bel Air. Roses and Palm trees wrap around
me as im waiting to greet you, come to me at night.
I'm resurrected ready to follow as you lead me to be found
I cry, you laugh and I take your hand as we descend right
into Paradise. The trials of men do not live up and
compare with the divinity of your soft philosophy
I wait for you at the holy land
knowing that our love is an anomaly
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Malcolm Bamba Poem
The tree given to me by an old bird
crashed to the floor as the gray chameleon
who had fixed the wounds of home watched
in transfixion.
The corner hit the clock and stopped the past
and I watched the old birds past crumble.
The technicolor turned tree lay on the earth
broken into pieces that radiated family and loss.
The old bird had given me mother earths kin
the tree as her mother went to into the
netherworld. The little caterpillar took the tree
and made it its own. The soul of followed her throughout
the vibrant christmas lights. The time in
his life in which life served as a wishing well
that never served his purpose.
The lose of a piece of someone, the essence of
somethings inner being and soul who
no longer walks the purgatory we call earth.
The child trusted to hold the years of yesterday
allows yesterday to become today.
The tree represented the chocolate
poinsettia, and white. The rainbow lights that illuminated
the contours of the caterpillars room which was
the path to the childs dreams of success and
happiness.
Those were crushed just as the life of the women
was crushed as that tree broke into a million little
pieces. The caterpillar was sad for the lost of
the tree, but he mostly felt sorry for the old bird
who had given him her mother. Though the sadness
didnt last long, as the caterpillar was a child and
a child has to learn to move on.
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Malcolm Bamba Poem
Radiance, shining, illuminating translucency
sky's vast, expansive blue richoting and rivaling ocean views
loose limbs and bashful expression lay scattered across the placid sky
divinity fixed in a space unaffected by man
white clouds swirl, wrapping like ivy around golden gates.
Ultraviolent inferno lay below while serine holy oceans
of blue rain above. Raining fire and the rising phoenix of men collide
as Ouranos opens up to lay down the law of God.
conflicting and drifting of worlds, un-consecrated and pure entities that
will forever clash at the expense of humanity.
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Malcolm Bamba Poem
Adam and Eve walk among the snake in the Garden of Eden.
A Soviet eats his apple and polishes his gun among Americans.
The teens party in the woods as the psychopath watches from afar.
A stepfather sleeps with the maid who makes his wife's dinner.
The deer grazes amongst the frost as a wolf stalks behind.
The daughter puts Batrachotoxin in her father stew.
The wolf sits in the grandmas bed waiting for little red.
A police car drives behind the red mercedes.
The kraken swims under the vessel waiting to purge.
The child swung on the swings as the van parked close.
The heart stops as the concrete comes close
The infection goes through the blood and kills all life.
The nazis patrol the streets as she wrote in her diary
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