August 16, 2019


When we fly they prey.

Daring overhead people.

The sheep watch us land.


Triple 4 where lives.

Float forever ponder lies.

He could not breathe well.


Where art thou from day?

Thus land with every lay speak.

Bold as cabbage be.


If wrong who corrects?

Life is not the test above.

Rather a great be.


We are here out near

Taking the towl — wipe your fear.

Run and endear you.


What pain will cause us.

Thoughts which won’t applaud us all.

Yet stand in our way.


Be you today free.

It will cost you nothing — free.

But loud mouths; unfree.


Four more to go Budd.

Do it forever out of love.

Plus one — don’t give up.


The wooden gate’s view.

A writer admires you through.

His Dream will come true.


Beautiful doves fly.

I weep and don’t know the why.

A past never cried.


The work’s never done.

Find it, make it fun, for funds.

Born of smile’s free tool.


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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