Poetry of Noble Bandit - 2009
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The Knight Unknown

Behind you hidden each new thing
In these bright stars his words begin:

“From the first moment in my mind
Destine to these unlucky times
How hard so many anxious nights
Angry cries on the path of life
Street preacher in ragged apparel
‘So where are we now?’ he bellows
Lost! This Sunday afternoon
Throughout the world a bad mood
Hustled by a passer-by
These same faces, half-closed eyes
Preacher took his book and left
The party of love and tolerance”

Such was the image in my mind
When I awoke how daylight came
Looking up my heart beating
Everyone became a queen
Love tatoo and flip flops
Brazilian jeans and tank top
Mystery and beauty if you allow it
In my yellow-painted lobby

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The Honeymoon

Bridge after bridge and naked hill
Turn toward him I seem to tremble
Loud waters finding myself more
Together we search the tangled shore
A mile or a little less he leaps aside
Late in the afternoon an angry cry
Poorly worded such things were said
Thought and uttered, “Why should I beg?”

The rumble; sorrowfully separate
From paradise I never expected

Long or short shooting death glares
In furious heat it becomes clear…

Must. Not. Think.

Then, undisturbed we slept together
White statues, anthromorphic figures

The moon is on the water somewhere
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Believe it!

People with cellphones, city sophisticates
Activists, rednecks and the skeptics
People who drive fast and tailgaters
And those who stop walking on escalators
You who rev engines at red lights
Then squeal off for a wild night
With stereos so loud my car vibrates
Playin’ shyt won’t stop, hip-hop, aight?
Motorbike guys they give me a fright
Vegetarians, homophobics I despise
Trendy people, obnoxious store owners
And ugly babies, would you do me a favor?
Bling bling “what’s your problem” yobbos
Prima donna, anarchists and Bono
Those who say they’re out of cigarettes
And worst of all it brings success
People who like little wayne
Cosplayers dressed like a video game
Are you that person of whom I think?
Little angels turned out to be deviants
Gucci belt, Fendi scarf, Obama t? Check
Possessed by a spirit c’est fantastique
…If you shop at Woodbury Commons
I hate everyone tbh
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Kolors in my Hood

we get the money and we run
badass gang warz, drugz n gunz
the trouble we get in everyday
CRusin da street wit my blue FLAG
awww, this aint no video game
xXL shirts from different gangs
hang around, shootin pool ,smokin weed
17ys Old Botu Be 18
all u foos dont know wats up
gunbattles, illegal drugz
two men shot a block away
so dont worry about me, Ok?
and dont worry where im frum
if u white stay outta compton
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