Is everybody alive?
Category: Life

Is everybody alive?
Does anyone here really feel inside?
I remember back to ancient times
when a king would die if it would better his peoples lives.
And now, here I stand your king.
Dead on the inside, numb to everything.
But my body lingers on,
cold and alone
chaos amongst the drone.
A beautiful poet,
yet I don't even know it.
Is everybody alive?

-Mike Buddha

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Quick thought...
Category: Life

Don't fall for anyone who isn't willing to catch you.
And don't get caught by anyone who may use an emotional net to
prevent you from doing what you love to do.
Step two is to just be yourself
and lay pain and insecurities on the shelf.
Love isn't math, it's an ocean
and if it divides, we may not like the quotient.

-Mike Buddha 

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Confused...
Category: Life

Today was a rough day. Im often faced with this overwhelming clusterfuck of emotions everytime I decide to make a huge change in my life. Ive learned that when I make choices and changes that cause me to feel alone, the emotion that I feel is brought on by the fact that I have nothing else in my life to focus on except myself. All I have to look at is who I am and what Ive accomplished. Theres nothing in my life to distract me from my insecurities. When Im faced with this emotion, life gives me two options. I could either do something productive that would help to massage insecurities out of my life, or I could resort to outside things and people to provide a constant distraction from the true self (create a defense mechanism). I feel alone and I feel as though my insecurities outweigh my accomplishments, even though it may not be true. I want so bad for you to distract me from myself and numb the unease that Im feeling. I want to go pick you up, bring you upstairs, and let you crawl into my lungs. I want to kiss your lips as you suck all the life out of my brain. I want you to help me feel nothing. I want you to magnify the negative vibes. I want you to make me feel like shit. I want to choke on you. Your so good at smiling while you fuck me over. You've been the person that Ive had to turn to for so many years, but everytime your advice makes me feel like less and less of a person. I must let you go. I must bring the things in my mind, that you've put on pause for me so many times, to life. I must endure this struggle and all the pain that comes with it. You helped make me who I am, but Ive learned and taken from you all that I can. I don't need you. I want you. You are a desire, a distraction that I don't need. This is my goodbye. I love you. I hate you. Goodbye addiction.

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Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

You inspire me to be a better person,
like who I am now, only a better version.
Excursions and Maybachs won't bring back my better half,
any more then will a perscription for Prozac.
The door opens inwards, gaining knowledge from life,
not college.

You inspire me to be a better me,
like who I used to be, only more gracefully.
Chased bullies around the school when I was a boy,
but learned slowly that life wasn't made to destroy.
Embrace empathy, see what I see,
so we can meet eye to eye equally.

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To lose a son...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

Cells combine and DNA strands intertwine, and multiply a million times inside.
Ultrasound images and profound instances of your embryo instill hope... so I confide.
The first strides you take as I video tape bring happy tears as I watch your knees shake,
or how you would wake up early every Sunday morning when you smelled the maple syrup and pancakes.
The birds still chirp at your window.
I made your bed just right.
I often stand in your doorway and wonder,
why you were taken from me that night.

-Mike Buddha

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untitled...
Category: Life

My love: long and wide, stretches deep inside your tunnel.
Pour your heart out, don't spill, "here's a funnel,"
And a tissue, in case emotions overflow and have no where to go,
except over your eye lids and onto the floor.

My love stretches deep inside your soul;
the day you swallowed my love whole.

-Mike Buddha

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Intervenious veins
Category: Life

Intervenious veins connected deep like water mains,
transfering thoughts back and forth to the receiver in our brains.
Your FM frequencies frequently convey the message of love to me
in waves so thick the naked eye could see.
I could be kicking down all of lifes doors,
but would trade them all in for the key to yours.
Deeper into your soul I go,
deeper then either of us could know,
past the ocean floor, we explore like Cousteau.

-Mike Buddha

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Crickets...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

I wrote this one when I was 14 and still finding myself. Surprisingly it made it into publication in a coffee table poetry book.

My clothes weigh heavy with the rain,
and my heart weighs heavy with your eyes.
I bury my mask in my hands
as to shut myself off from you.
I hear a faint whistling,
sounds of the wind
engulfing herself in the tall, dark trees.
The crickets sing me a song,
a song that I've heard so many nights before
and I begin to wonder;
I wonder how many more times I will hear it
before I pass into the land of the dead.
And when the sun sets on my last day,
and my body rests eternally in peace,
will the crickets still sing for me?

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Words to wounds...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

One comment will start the fight.
One gunshot will start the war.
One hit will leave an ordinary man begging for more.
All the money will leave a man dead.
All the power will go to his head.
A man who judges by the color of skin is really only seeing red.

One wrong look will leave a kid laying dead upon the streets.
His mom, at home, is worried sick, she gets a phone call from the police.
All the pain thats in her eyes, when he tells her he's no longer alive.
The victim of some anger and a loaded .45.

All the fear and the pain, embedded deeper in your brain,
The baggage that you claim will drag you like a chain.
All the scandals and mistakes, all the evidence erased.
No trials and no case, disappeared without a trace.

Give us your tired, give us your poor.
They'll promise you freedom and send you to war.
And don't even bother asking for help,
they'll only slam the door.
Give us your homeless, give us your weak.
They'll work you to death with nothing to eat.
No I won't accept the lies.
No I won't admit defeat.

-Mike Buddha

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A letter...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

You know I'll never preach,
but still I have to teach you
of the battles lost and won,
but you must be strong my son.

Keep your chin up and always use your head.
'cause there are people out there that would love to see us dead.
When the machines come, you know you must take cover.
And watch what you say around him, he's not your real 'big brother'.

This is a letter from my soul.
Take it where ever you may go.
Always remember me,
don't be afraid of what could be.
This is a letter to my son,
in the year two thousand twenty one.
Run, child, run.
And don't forget your gun.

-Mike Buddha

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