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

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