mizry of buddy don: aura at dawn

aurathe aura at dawnits paisley pixilationleft half of the worlda cruelly kind precursorlow tide before tsunami

cumpny of buddy don: mizry luvs cumpny

Miss LibertyVomiting migraine …Psychotherapy later …Yet Miss Liberty,Our kittenish Bombay cat,Claws my knee, begging to play

waka of budo adana: Frocks

FrocksChilly April rains,Crisp afterthoughts of winter,Cool the warming earthAs white tree flowers give wayTo Spring frocks of new green leaves

waka of budo adana: Smile

SmileWhenever I smile,The whole world brightens,Even in darkness,For a light that shines withinIs reflected everywhere

waka of budo adana: Haven

HavenOn life’s stormy road,When there is no place to layMy rain-soaked bodyDown, you pull my aching headTo your breast, my safe haven

waka of budo adana: Urge

UrgeTwo AM, awake,Wishing nausea awayUnsuccessfully,Trying to resist the urgeTo howl, to cry, to vomit

waka of budo adana: Pain

PainThe pain is a friend,A faithful companion whoLives inside my skull,Who wakes me after midnightFrom the terror of nightmares.

waka of budo adana: Renewal

RenewalLichens cling to rocksMushrooms feed on felled tree trunksDung beetles roll dungVultures feast on rotting fleshI chew up my old writings

waka of budo adana: Abuse

AbuseHow dare you strike me,A tiny defenseless baby,Unable to walk,Unable to rememberYet unable to forget?

waka of budo adana: Risks

RisksMake fewer errorsAnd be less likely to lose,But avoid losingAnd be less likely to win:Plan, execute, take good risks.

waka of budo adana: Serenade

SerenadeWith my flute and dog,I wandered up the mountain,Seeking better viewsAnd a bed of pine needlesTo serenade the full moon.

waka of budo adana: Oz

OzThere is no wizardOther than the little manOr little womanStanding behind your curtainPulling the strings of your life

waka of budouadana: Cosmos

CosmosOne need not travelThe earth’s far places to quenchThe lust to wander:Any lake, mountain or streamIs a cosmos to explore.

waka of buduoadana: Baritone

BaritoneNo Baritone needPlay villain in life’s opera,Though easy fame be tempting,Corruption ubiquitous:Choose heroic roles and soar.

waka of budouadana: Darkness

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

waka of budouadana: Snow

SnowIs that snow uponMy head, my cheeks? Those gray whiteHairs? Reminders that,However much I dread it,Life’s cold winter approaches?

waka of budouadana: Forge

ForgeThe heart is the forgeIn which we temper passion,Purge impurities,And steel our inner resolveTo return hatred with love.

waka of budouadana: eclipses

back this summer whenever thay wuz all that talk bout them eclipses, i writ a cuple of waka. i bin trine to keep ritin, but with these hedakes, i caint hardly see to do nuthin. but heres a cuple i had dun (i am trine to git back to ritin n readin n not havin a migraine ever day of my life!).Solar EclipseIn sudden darknessWe find ourselves at midday,Looking to the sky,The sun’s loving light dimmed

pitchers tuck by buddy don: big leaf of life

HolesThe big leaf of life,Filled with holes for migraineurs,Huge missing piecesOf memories, histories,Is precious for each cruel flaw.

waka of budouadana: Oak

i sumtimes wish i could be lack that big ole oak tree that wuz a'growin in grandie's yard ... nuther migraine day (after a nuther migraine night) ... nuther doctor to see today ... tiz true, sumtimes, i druther be a ole oak tree lost in a forest sumwhars ...OakConsider the oak,Standing naked and upright,Bending in the wind,Freezing in icy snow, yetNever a word of complaint.