Tuesday, October 27, 2009

waka of budouadana: Cosmos

One need not travel
The earth’s far places to quench
The lust to wander:
Any lake, mountain or stream
Is a cosmos to explore.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

waka of buduoadana: Baritone

No Baritone need
Play villain in life’s opera,
Though easy fame be tempting,
Corruption ubiquitous:
Choose heroic roles and soar.

Friday, October 09, 2009

waka of budouadana: Darkness

In darkest hours,
The new day concealed by shade,
I wonder what comes,
Whether pain, love, even death —
All hopes and fears possible.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

waka of budouadana: Snow

Is that snow upon
My head, my cheeks? Those gray white
Hairs? Reminders that,
However much I dread it,
Life’s cold winter approaches?

Friday, October 02, 2009

waka of budouadana: Forge

The heart is the forge
In which we temper passion,
Purge impurities,
And steel our inner resolve
To return hatred with love.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

nitemares of buddy don: dreams that end in migraines

i bin havin lots of dreams here lately, witch most of em ends up in migraines. odd thang is how ever one of em is about dyin. taint everbidy that dreams bout thar own death (or the death of whoever they be in the dream), but that seems to be the sangle common elemint in all of em. heres the furstn that i kin recolleck:
i wuz lyin in my own coffin, witch thay wuz a slew of folks fixin to sprankle dirt over it. fer sum reason, thay wudnt no top on the coffin. i wuz trine to let everbidy know how thay must a bin a horribull miss take a counta i wudnt dead yet! twuz one of them dream sitchewayshuns whar ye wonta scream but nuthin will cum outta yer mouth.

whenever i figgerd thay wudnt no way to talk em outta buryin me, i deecided i wood settle fer em rearrangin my bidy in the coffin to whar my hed wudnt jammd up agin the left hand corner, makin my hed hurt so bad i couldnt ritely see.

i woke up in a near panick with a terrbull hed ake in the same ole place. made it to the bottom of our loft stairs in time to vomit in the wastepaper bin.
could be thays a lank between whut i am a'feelin (helpless, hopeless, deepressd) n them dreams.

tiz wurth investigatin, witch thats alreddy a'goin on.