March 8, 2019

Waiting to exhale was a song.

I waited often to end up wrong.

Just go at it; waiting’s for vacation addicts.

Just show up; through the journey you grow up.

Each wound a lesson, a reminding blessing.

Breathe in success with meaning, next;

Connect back with the beginning.

Who is it that’s been dreaming?

The smile eludes the watcher.

The watcher of earthling breathers.

Breather of Reptilian brains; natural cocaine.

The plan’s in the eyes of his main man.

Dove harmless—serpent charmer.

Sweat speaks to the land.

Calming life’s demand.

Skin of the clan.

Got damned…


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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