"budda" poems
Stand up
Stand up for something
Anything
Sing out about the way
You want the world to be
Learn to listen
Learn to look for people
Desperately in need
Learn to love to read
Learn to love
Expand your mind and empathy
Be brave
Stand up and speak
With as much a voice inside
This your precious body
As Jesus, Budda, M.L.K.
Five foot five Mahatma Gandhi
"Be the change you wish to see.."
A world full of people
In much greater need
The things you say
And things you do
Can effect the world
Not just a few
Every person's
A link in the chain
Not thinking you matter
Causes disarray
Everyone has something to say
Especially sensing one's
Prone to feeling pain
If you don't speak up
And make a stand
It won't just go away
Beliefs don't make you better
Behavior makes that change
Speak for the weak
Not next week
Now
Do something
Feel proud
Not for you
But for the good you do
They'll try to shoot you down
Action scares those prone to shunning
Often those who surround
Are rut stuck, change haters
Trying to share their frown
They'll work to make you drown
Those efforts will abound
But anything that's worth the fight
Is not easily found
E.Poe
January 2014
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Older Man, Laughing Yet
Big Neo Dogs, Nice To Pet
Adrenaline Rush, Nasty Yet
Fun To Have, We Must Get
Wicca Witch, Twins Separate
Contradiction, Va. Va. Met
Sleepy Now, Cast A Hex
Punch A Wall, Now The Vet
Budda Belly, Go Thai Chi
Woven Wood, Living Tree
Melody Play, God's Own Green
Moving Mouth, Past Unseen
Wise Man, Advice To Give
Fun Days, Life To Live
Many Friends, Happy Hands
Huge Heart, Other Lands
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
I went on a mission searching Him.
Priests "he abodes house of worship";
Others "you 'll find him in idols";
Scientists "in atoms as energy";
Atheist "let it be.Your pursuit is futile".
Did it suffice me?It only deluded me.
One day, I stood before a mirror,
The secret was answered.
We are clothed with Power ,
fed with beliefs,moved by love.
The cord of Realization when struck,
the abstruse life begins to unveil
Abating the afflictions of the soul.
This cord & the universe resonate,
To give 13th cord of octave - "ecstasy".
Now this phrase is justified;
"The Budda in me spreads to the Budda in you to create peace & hapiness." _Yes he's in me_*
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
I like being egoistic
I like extremes
I think in extremes
I also answer in extremes
I like people who are extremes too.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
twelve days in july
and i carry tokens of each of them
in the pocket of my filthy jeans
each has a face
each has a story and its own trail
of rages or tears
she danced alone in the room
of the redhouse bodega
a spanish tune twisting slowly from the player
its sound thin but the song robust
spinning spinning round and round
she was shadow and light
flashes of rich color
in her best dress and boots of leather
hear them still hitting the hardpack floor
like thunder
she was a goddess that night
she was the worlds that night
let her stay there forever in the limelight
happy in the moment
he waited dressed in his finest clothes
pressed and neat from head to toe
with a single rose
in the moonlight a mile down from the redhouse
in his heart he sings that song to her
in his heart he holds her in his arms
theres nothing that will stop us he says
theres nothing that will ever stand in our way
and his heart dances thru all the days with her
that he will love her
that they will share
there in the moonlight a mile down from the redhouse
singing a song in his heart for her
let him abide there forever
happy in the moment
i see dawn sneaking in the window
pull the blanket from my shoulder
shake off the chill
cough the sickhouse regret and
feel my lungs fill with slow death
twelve days in july
but i keep dreamin of one night in febuary
a shopping cart and smiles
hope
i could use some
all the places i could have ended
did not see this one
alone in an empty broken room
an empty broken man
dont leave me here alone
in this moment
she lay in the grass
public park just before dawn
looking up at the stars fade
holding a small budda
rubbing the belly
smile on her face
but thoughts run deep and swift
with one finger she traces the edges of clouds
in her heart she paints masterpieces
she illustrates the world with a carefree hand
and is loved by all who behold
in her heart
the last sliver of moonlight is hers alone
on the road from the redhouse
an ambulance ride to saving
a quick journey to hope
on the road from the redhouse
she just wants to stay here where its safe
where nothing dangerous can get at her
in this moment of moonlight
happiness
twelve days in july
seem like years to me
where am i bound
will i make it
i just want that night
shopping carts and smiles
hope
just a glimmer of hope
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
A cold stare
into a broken mirror
a ghastly ghoul
leers unto me.
My heart rises,
tears fall,
the bed I've made
splinters to unseen fractures.
The beast grins with ax like teeth
destined to devour
a cherry rose flower
placed delicately
on soggy sheets.
The fear...
The regret...
Stand shallow in comparison
to an everlasting candle
faltering on its flame.
It cries for help
as more tears smother it.
The man
The beast
The Flower
dance to tunes of a scarred heart,
but from the budda belly of the beast
the heart sheds its skin;
the tune changes.
Only the man and rose remain.
My tears have turned to sap now
seeping slowly into the cracks,
mending the the mirror.
With a last glance
only I Remain.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
"The smile on my face does not mean that everything is perfect...it means that I appreciate what I have and what God has blessed me with" - Unknown author
" Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one that gets burned." - Budda
" Love is Like the Wind you can't see it but you can feel it"
"Life is not separate from Death it just seems that way"- Blackfoot Native American
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
1-14-13
Lights touched every corner of the place
Colors danced around
I tried to breathe but it was too much
Nature was a symphony before me
It screamed its name, wanting to make itself known
But I didn't hear it
I loved clear skies
I let them know they were worthy of adoration
They were something I could relate to
They enclosed our world
But were completely empty and unreachable
The skies seemed unreal
Did they know I was there?
I knew the world didn't
We needed the skies to live
I still didn't know my purpose
I found myself separated that day from my only friend
As I stood intimidated by its new skin
I wished that I could kiss the sky
Maybe it could be my lady luck, my Budda
But it was impossible...it being unreachable
How could nothingness turn into a butterfly?
And then, as it fluttered all around
I tried mimicking my new found interest
I never got bored of the pretty patterns
The way it gracefully moved
And then, I blinked, because it was gone
I was dead
How long had I been still?
My eyes were fixed on some point
Was it where the pefect creature had been seen last?
My marker read "Eros"
And I didn't remember anything about my life
My eyes were still watching the silent ripples
I was gasping for air, looking at my torn wings
Rain poured out of the heavens
At first, I braced myself for the cold, but changed my mind
I'd rather feel numb
I was blinded while warm drops fell on me
I was covered all over
But I kept sinking into the blackness
Pathos fell from above
The heavens were crying
I flickered my eyes open to watch the one who had always been watching out for me
And the earth remained silent as I entered hell
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise.
The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere.
My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal.
The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are.
A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10.
The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant.
A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow.
Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously.
If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love.
Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved.
An ideal love that is beyond ideal.
Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing.
To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution.
As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers.
My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie.
A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go.
A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black.
Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive.
140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy.
The woes of love.
My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished.
A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are.
The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are.
A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was.
This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance.
The surprise of her lips against my cheek.
I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips.
So in silence I gasp.
As you caught me off guard,
My ideal love
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Chin up, I knew today wud comee
I ran in the store wit budda bean in da car
Budda bean ma puppy
He brown and he spotted like pokadot baby
I got me sum milk
Ma hart split and spilt like a flower falling aparte
Ma baby didint call me bak
Broke dis dull heart
Jakie poo
Pleese take dis dum girlie back
I'm always at your side
We will flow like a watering ***
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
I probably might have said it,
Or maybe dream it
Seeing how years of anger has tarnish my self-image
My teenage age was happier, wild and care free
Now I see elderly men and women
Lost within their minds
The signs were there
He rubs his head so frantically
His shuffling gait frustrates me so much to see him do this,
his perception of time and space
Seem to be fading
Frustration, anger, and fear build within
I looked at him and smile.
He said to me lady
“Where am I?
Do you know me?
I can’t seem to remember anything
All I can do for him
Is to keep him safe from harm
“Take your medication
Mr. Rivera”
Just take your med” sir!
When the mind is happy
We should rejoice
Eventually, the mind will fade
Into invisible dots
……………………
When the mind is pure, joy follows
Like a shadow that never leaves.
-Budda
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
The muthaphukkaz always lurking
Lookin for wayz to **** and
Suckas wanna claim mass apeal
**** how the masses feel
Id rather come with the real
Fresh daytons on the 64 with the chrome trimmed steel
For real for real heads get peeled
Talking outta line
***** im from Htown where we climb
The ladder of success
Smokin that budda for the eternal bless
Inhale exhale from ya chest the best
To test the streets know me
As i manifest
Like pac did pack pistols like eazy did
Make em rollover like rock the kid
And you know how i go in and out of hoes
Haters get exposed friend of foes
So go on with that hating ****
Before ya end up in a casket
Dead ghetto ******** smoke a philly
So i can chill just givin up the real the real
The muthaphukkin realllll
Now that the smokes rising fires blazin
Hands in air as im raising
Nothing but hell in the atmosphere
True playa international to be exact
Sharp as a tact dont know how to act
Ever since my Ogs taught me how to polish the mack
Death waitin for innocent or fouls souls
No repent heaven inside of hells cells
Sound libertys bell unravel the veil
Truth comes foo cant hide from my tools
Make bodies drool and ooze
Blood ya lifes wasting away
**** what ya gotta say i dash away with the ak
It dont matter where it hits em
As long as the bullets get em
Im crazy funky serious with this poetry ****
I didnt wanna be a rebel
But the rebel found me when i was baby
So dont get mad if i get an urge to ****
Just give up the what the what
Tha real the real the muthaphukkin real
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did
As it's awfully hard
To get used to this
Playing the old **** part
Like nobodies biz
All this growing up
Is mostly out to lunch
Will you pass the peas
Thank you very much
Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
And beside of me
With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair
And a belly, Budda
Would be proud of
As I haven't missed
Too many times at lunch
With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times
If I had the chance
To do it all again
I'll show you where
If you tell me when
Cause I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did...
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
The heart of man acknowledges
that there is a superior entity
who is greater than him
That this figure is supreme
And must be revered
'cause this being has the abilities to
Provide for his needs
Protect him from harm or his enemies
Rescue him from his problems
Answer his unanswered questions
In a quest to connect to this paramount being
Man has found him/her/it in various things/creatures/names/ideas/spirits
Stone, Cow, Carved items, Jesus, Mohammed, Budda, God, Universe,
Moon, Stars, Sango, Satan
The list is endless...
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
white snow
covered mountains
another path
for
the laughter of
Hindu Budda
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC