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.

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