Thursday, February 27, 2020

It was beautiful out—can’t you see?

I road a mile and a half up Rocky Butte.

For my thoughts could see.

Later to write a note to a lucky human being.

Hey you!

Did you read…?

I speak a poetic mind.

Soon you’ll hear my divine.

First, I have a book to complete.

I’ll be renaming BOURGEOISIE…

It’s pronounced, BOOJ-WAH-ZEE.

About a boy bringing light to colorism.

The village he’s from is past racism.

If it’s not one things it’s another.

You won’t meet his mother.

Close your eyes; that’s his color.

And one last thing, he was my imaginary friend.

WAS, as in, growing up he emerged from thoughts within.

And for the Butte I wrote at with love.

I left my heart up there so you all could trust.

Thoughts which arrived from dust.

And my soul in faith you all now my fate.

Bringing a deed I follow without a maze.

A journey in peace I protect.

Prosperity in light I write.

Fail, well, I might.

It’s try no. 2…

But I’m good.

Cuz’ now,

I have,



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 words we speak become our vehicle; what you read is how I digest them.” -Budd

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