Running Track

Running in a race,
But not the same past,
I wish i could go faster,
But my body wont let me,
Like im tied in chains,
And the pain is to insane,
Running till I fly,
But my wings wont let me,
Like a bird with dislodged wings,
Running In Place,
Even Though Im Comming In Late,
And I bit to much on the plate.

poem by Michael Budwah
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Love & Life

September 22,
November 22,
2008 and 2009,
love of my lives ,
at least they was or use to,
i use to care and ventilation on air,
now i don't give a freak a leak,

I lean not stand tall,
what if i really fall, will you
catch the ball, and not gall,
the ball is strolling,
at least not all,
i sober and ponder,
ive been to jail,
now i don't give a hell,
stop smoking weed and,
give up all needs, catch some trees;

And blow the breeze,

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poem by Michael Budwah
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