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letra de bamboo forest - historian himself

welcome to my old bamboo forest
welcome to my old bamboo forest
in the breeze it gently sways
oddly transplanted onto the coast of the golden state where i stay
that’s why my words take the shape of an old master practicing
perched atop volcanic boulders sculpted by the ocean’s waves

see i’ve been marinating
taking on the flavor of the households i was raised in
my skeleton was strengthened by the immigrant work ethic my best friends were trained in
the discipline ancient
survive by hybridization
combined with adaptive radiation
no stranger to long range migrations

this albino corpse ape in a state of steady metamorphosis
internal armor forged glorious
from the stories of a thousand far flung traditions
a combat system of conjured visions
launched with precision
my ribcage contains a smoldering katana thrust under
near the ruins of manzanar
it summoned a lightning storm vicious

now the son of a hundred jungles holds thunder in his chest
wild eyed
roaming the hillsides
blessed by the fire of the rising sun from behind a smoky cloak
floating above the burning wilderness
on the distant fringes of los angeles
watch the city creep a concrete infection
over farmlands with rich topsoil deep in all directions
now swallowed by hollow greed
for the lure or flashy ephemeral things
that n0body really needs
i watched as pollywogs writhed dying in a drying stream
welcome to my old bamboo forest

welcome to my old bamboo forest, feral and transplanted
a hermit kingdom in a canyon
five thousand miles from its native home range
and growing round the remains of a rich man’s burnt down estate
built on a plot of land taken from natives, where their tribes faced cave bears
and saber toothed cats since back in the days of ancients

these are the landscapes i was raised in
growing slow
bonsai child wild weathered and mangled
festooned in jungle vines with dinosaur feathers entangled
chumash cave paintings adorn my skull cavern
unfold patterns stone crop and moss matted
watching scraggly coyote stalking beyond the tall cactus
practicing the technique neck deep in an insect-infested creek
leaping from the tall rock screaming out something in tagalog

ferruginous hawk talon sk!lls given unto me
by my father breaking in the chilling k!lling fields of a filthy inner city street
and he to the best of his ability attempted to maintain a fragile frame of dignity
upholding these complete human ruins in the rotting wounds of society
that’s why ever since i was a child i’ve known my species is f-cking frightening
so i confronted my own dark side, roaming lonely in the hinterlands
a young predatory beast, not yet a man

a wild creature seeking agility
the abilities steadily increased through battling
plus support received from the expanded family
y’all welcomed the blonde heathen
many thanks for the strong tea i was steeped in
and your households as a refuge
i still slip my shoes off at the door
respect to you and yours

- historian himself

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