This is often the mental battlefield I show up to. Words and unthought thoughts. Who so ever gave us thought, once likely regretted it. But in the real world, we’re born with it. Created memories with it, made different stories based on emotion with it, started writing mastered wordplay with it. follow my site and I’ll show you how easy I take it, day to day with it.
November 20, 2018

Where the Wild Things Were

When it speaks it often doesn’t shut the entire fuck up. But I finally figured out the dark space we see as a canvas in the night, to the shining stars up in our sky’s sight.

Bright and early in the morning, I lied in bed as dust particles came in and out my site.

For the same Sun that I was born under, still shined bright into my room’s light.

This was not Earth’s blunder… so it made me wonder.

Exposing me to the dust particles, the fuck I’m suppose’ to do with those!?

But I gazed and wondered into the bliss for an answer. Yet the more I rushed it, my thought began to candor. This is the stuff we wipe off furniture surfaces, after it rests from the spaces in space, where it’s only seen through Sun beam.

However, this is all in thought, seeking the unthought. Who woulda’ thought, dust particles be the light. Emerging in sight through light.

GOD blessed the dust we wipe.

And it once came to me in rap music, ambient too can cue it.

Thoughts are the pieces I order. Constructing them to a whole skeleton, and create the body. Published and polished to read for everybody.

But one thing I avoid is confusion. So, I often leave it be. Since it’s a rule to sharpen, tool to mark them, out-ruling often. Thinking smarter, initials carvin’.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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