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.

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

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.

mizry of buddy don: how long, how long?

i figgerd twood be proper to give ye a lil update on how thangs is a'goin with my migraines, witch i havent bin able to git thru three daze without havin one since july 8. i dun seen a slew of doctors bout it n seems lack twont ever end, ceptn thays always hope n i have dun bin a'countin my blessins, witch thays moren i kin mentchun, startin with miz bd, who she takes keer of me n sticks by me no