June 7, 2019

The squirrel’s on the fence.

As the dog stares into bliss.

Still brought one more day.

What a day stood dark.

Light was beneath tokens sold.

Happy they say free.

Sound is motion grade

Spaghetti I don’t care for.

When free, it moves us.

Light although be dark.

It too an option to see.

Keep going, be leaves.

A process you oath.

Make it through; stories be told.

Reiki a body’s scold.

Fear falls by the tears.

The growth now moist earth.

Walk further; you’re there.

Diet a process.

Livit you doth me with them.

Seeking a low stem.

One care if mounted.

resist competition, act.

Thus, eternal maps.

Life is not a trap.

Middle made tricking your gap.

It’s yours, don’t look back.

Love doesn’t write back.

If it fits, forward be the feel.

Of good, but a mood.

He loves the structure.

She implements the structure.

He is the structure.



Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, I began publishing content on VehicleDigest the Instagram account, now BuddWrites, to inspire my creative mind. Today, VehicleDigest.net is the publishing platform for content related to Budd's books, speaking endeavors, and art. “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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