My Buddah

lodato 7 -4 -2011

it's not so well 

to be unkind

to trample everyone

it's always well 

to be aligned 

attached yet 

never bound

so has this bleak 

become a strike

that sheads its light 

for all

down uncounted 

strickened, stung

emmm

always holding on

the ledge is wide 

the hands are weak

until you feel at one

so words are offered 

most are lost

never heard a one

so things I say

and things you gave

my love

my Buddah

©2011honsulWhoomusic

Bri put some mojo where it belonged.