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.

amazement of buddy don: shoot the devil gits a nuther review!

thanks to them migraine hed-akes, this has bin one of the wurst summers of my life. but i jes notissd that sumbidy writ eem a review of shoot the devil, witch ye kin git yer own copy over at amazon (n read a cuple other reviews) here (cumpleat with waka writ fer ye [ifn ye give me two wurds fer a topick], a chop in chinese that means 'wandering hillbilly' n my verr own signatchur).but even ifn ye

waka of budouadana: Salamander

SalamanderThe salamander,Easily living both inWater and on earth,Unafraid of injury,Proof of regeneration.

waka of budouadana: Salmon

SalmonBehold wild salmon,Swimming freely through wide seas,Coming home to spawnIn death, feeding all others,An orgy of sacrifice.

waka of budouadana: Mockingbird

MockingbirdHumble mockingbird,Merrily singing for all,Master of music,His own, that of other birds,And even that of silence.

waka of budouadana: scars

ScarsStill trying to healFrom traumatic wounds that leftUgly, wicked scars,Clues from which to reconstructThe crimes that caged my spirit.

mizry of buddy don: fergive the long silents

jes wonted to post a lil note to let ye know i am still here even ifn i aint bin postin. all summer long migraines has bin a'killin me n turns out thays a lil problem causin nausea that made me thank i wuz gittin more migraines than i wuz. but i aint posted much on a counta the heavy medicayshun, witch it make my hed feel deddern it duz whenever tiz a'hurtin frum a migraine ... but without the