Photo taken March 20, 2019 — At The MODA Center in Portland, Oregon. (Maybe I wasn’t precisely courtside but my thoughts were…)

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

A Budd of love wrote this.

Creativity admitted in the wrist.

For that game I was weak as shit.

Last year I wrote books and failure I must admit.

2020 clear visioned and I write into a bliss.

Dream number two–it’s not for fame.

But enough to live and see Dame.

Tell me where creativity takes you in the game?

Maybe like writing your soul entertains.

Like a boxer fighting, their beast surprises by striking insane.

Reflexes and lessons for less shame.

How random like these words and adverbs for lames.

Lucid dreaming my classmate asked where’s the speaker who came?

Into this year running, dancing up Caesar Chavez funny, & balling with words for dummies…

Where art thou beasts?

Gods and some frauds but those you must dodge.

How radical I think?

A joker in the mind so maybe in death my meaning will be seen…?

For I am love and everything above.

Meditation’s the lifestyle as word’s are my blood.

I’ve met many hypocrites they’re everywhere like buds.

If you don’t know you stay away until you do.

I know me and that’s all my world will do.

A failing dreamer of hoop things.

A writing believer who cares less for others’ doings.

But trust me, I respect those who can’t figure me.

Each moment I’m creating things.

Here’s how it flows…

Writing’s my sport.

My world’s the court.

My thought’s the ball.

Shooting into the bliss.

Imagine the playbook’s how I reminisce.

To yours I couldn’t compare.

My competition’s who I was back there.

To end and be fair.

Readers are those who cheer but never dare.

I sat courtside to see what it’s like.

Anxiety followed as expected it might.

A year later to reflect on fears.

I face it daily overcoming tears.

So Dame, where must creativity go from here?

-Budd

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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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