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You inspire me to be a better person,like who I am now, only a better version.Excursions and Maybachs won't bring back my better half,any more then will a perscription for Prozac.The door opens inward...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Thu, 22 May 2008 03:08:00 PST |
To lose a son... |
Cells combine and DNA strands intertwine, and multiply a million times inside.Ultrasound images and profound instances of your embryo instill hope... so I confide.The first strides you take as I video...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Mon, 19 May 2008 02:49:00 PST |
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My love: long and wide, stretches deep inside your tunnel.Pour your heart out, don't spill, "here's a funnel,"And a tissue, in case emotions overflow and have no where to go, except over your eye lids...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Sat, 17 May 2008 10:35:00 PST |
Intervenious veins |
Intervenious veins connected deep like water mains,transfering thoughts back and forth to the receiver in our brains.Your FM frequencies frequently convey the message of love to mein waves so thick th...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Sat, 17 May 2008 10:26:00 PST |
Crickets... |
I wrote this one when I was 14 and still finding myself. Surprisingly it made it into publication in a coffee table poetry book.
My clothes weigh heavy with the rain,and my heart weighs heavy w...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 02:02:00 PST |
Words to wounds... |
One comment will start the fight.One gunshot will start the war.One hit will leave an ordinary man begging for more.All the money will leave a man dead.All the power will go to his head.A man who judg...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:02:00 PST |
A letter... |
You know I'll never preach,but still I have to teach youof the battles lost and won,but you must be strong my son.Keep your chin up and always use your head.'cause there are people out there that woul...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:53:00 PST |
Guns... |
Every single person on this Earth belongs here and has a place, so shallow that we see color instead of whats behind a persons face.Not learning to embrace their voice and make the choice that will ma...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 09:28:00 PST |
The Indian boy... |
The Indian boy awakes with his stomach rumbling.The hungry look on his face is more then humbling.He arises from his bed and on his journey departs,an empty stomach is the best meal for determine...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 09:21:00 PST |
Live like Buddha, die like Jesus. |
I keep a notebook by the side of my bed to write down all the beautiful things that run through my head, from meditations on on vibrations to poetry in prose with alliteration. I learn from positive p...
Posted by Mike Buddha on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 09:13:00 PST |
