Yogabud

A hike in the park Was what my heart needed To see the green of the trees And the brown of the bark Dirt under my feet Hurt inside defeated Or at least, cleared away From enjoying outdoors on a beautiful day ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Waking up to hear your voice If the heavens themselves offered me a choice Between their song and yours - But no, that choice would be false You and the heavens are one and the same You're living stardust Who whispers my name Assuming in science, we trust In it's method at least, we must Just as a bohemian believes In freedom, beauty, truth and love I believe we are the stars above And you, my shining star Have stolen my heart Like a den of thieves Don't leave it destroyed Like Alexander did Thebes ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Sinking Thinking Wish I could just be deleting The sadness inside that's leaking Out of the walls that I built To defend against guilt And the lethargy sadness gives But the darkness lives It's heart is beating And behind the walls There's the awful calls Interspersed by sound of it breathing In Out In Out ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

I love to share my poetry And fill my rhymes with honesty But to do so, I know that must mean I must share you, the dark in me I have so many sad poems Sittin in my notes Colored by my lonesome Written not to boast Like "here's to me!" With that toast Instead: vulnerability In these posts And that's what makes it hard But also, real and powerful To drop that filtered guard And give you something valuable Cuz you are not alone Despite what your feed shows To sadness, we're all prone You can hear mine in these flows ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Silence This is my affinity Reliance Upon the quiet for creativity Let the outside voices hush Let them be drowned out Let my muse crush Every ounce of their doubt For how few understand Creativity isn't purely Under our command ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Is there ever a good time For a good thing to end? I say I'll be fine, but Into Hell, I descend At least, that's my destination I'm walking down the obsidian path Knowing well it's of my own creation Unsure of the aftermath.. Of when I walk through Those burning gates That's when I lose you.. But it's already too late We're both compelled forward By the standards of our culture A fulfilling career, we each move toward.. But what circles above is vulture It smells our connection Though we thought it unbreakable Our gleaming affection Seems to be salable Able to be sold For career and achievement The tax of growing old Fear and bereavement ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Procrastination is The hydra that dances behind Burning all of your time Relishing in its blazes A wicked grin on all of its faces A beast with hidden details With skin as hard as seashells Great nostrils, From which, it expels Smoke that clouds your sight So you mistake left for right And you go down the path With far fewer treasures If we are to endure life's wrath Choose wisely, your burdens and pleasures ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

I love you Why do you think I hug you As if time, with all its might Paused in those moments of ecstatic delight Where it's irrelevant If it's day or night Filled with warmth and benevolence As if your soul fits just right Just like Your body on mine I just might Think you're a gift divine And the fact that you're mine Makes me feel like a lion The king of his pride Thanks for making my life One hell of a ride

Emotion does matter But more than that is how you use it That mental chatter Don't be trapped by that shit Use it for art Or to further your goals Use it to kickstart Your coup d'état for control Cuz either you're in charge Or your feelings are Till they get so large They're the system and the star Until that star collapses And forms a black hole For what used to be your soul Like a drug addict relapses But you can choose to form the planets That revolve around your burning passion The future is comin' - take time to plan it ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Hello sadness Long time, no see It's easy to forget I have this Melancholic capacity I try to talk you out With these words I hold so dear But I'm just left with drought Hoping that water is near Wishing to quench this thirst That feeling that I'm the worst .. Believing I could be something greater But I'm stuck in the now, longing for later Wishing tomorrow would come Where is your light, golden Sun? And what am I to become When two, becomes one.. ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

How would I describe it.. When I am graced by quiet Followed by the feeling Of my muse herself singing Not in song But in rhyme Music is a different design I don't produce it inside my mind So instead I decide When a wave does come To enjoy the ride Until I'm done ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Where do we go from here? There seems to be so much hate So many people living in fear Of the America we create The shining decades of America the great.. America the strong What became of of our fate? Where did we go wrong? Was it when the Towers fell? Or how we handled it.. How we made another nation Hell And inadvertently or not, dismantled it Do we have some trauma from which We've yet to recover? It seemed under Obamas watch We at least respected each other But now it's all combat And blind ideology Republican or democrat Hateful words; no apology ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Do you enjoy your food? Do you look upon it with delight Let the meal set the mood Do you plan your first bite? Do you gaze at the colors That constitute your plate? Filled with nature's wonders Virgin palate starts to salivate When that bite is crafted Do you bring it to your nose? Do you breathe in deep, like a yogi - practiced Reveling in how the scent flows.. Thinking of words to describe Like savory, sweet or demure Before your food is even tried Your desire to taste is true and pure Your lips part more You prepare to eat As your food's allure Climbs toward it's peak A sensation, we seek Of taste and of pleasure Close your eyes - don't speak Let the tongue have it's treasure ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

The first time I saw a bag of purp.. If there were birds in my head Oh, how they would chirp For this bud, unique and well-bred This was before I used bud As a creative tool Back when my life could be summed By adding video games plus high school I was anything but cool Now those days are gone I use the THC as fuel Though I'm still quite withdrawn I keep to myself Create my art Take care of my health Every day's a new start Every strain has a place in my heart Each with its particular effect If you use the bud, be smart Treat it with proper respect ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Mind is blank Muse is quiet So how do I flank The problem to fight it? From both sides Attacks, divided Battlecries When the enemy' sighted And I see it ahead Regret for not seizing the day Like Horace said Substituting some work for play

Even her leaves are iconic Like black stripes of bees for the chronic And like the bee's buzzing She has a calling card too Might as well call it singing Cuz she's loud like strong brew And green like bamboo Goodness, she's bringing Supports your soul like a shoe Though, that would be "sole" Spelled s-o-l-e When I'm blowin the dro Can't take the smile off me Grinnin from ear to ear When I break off the bud Top-shelf; high tier If she wasn't a "she" I'd call her a stud Winnin' legality year by year Prohibition fatality Jeff Sessions' fear Becoming reality ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

There's a monster inside my head But I can't decide if I want it dead Or alive Do I want to stain my blade with red? Or use the monster to strive.. To keep in mind to fuel my drive To know that it looms With teeth like knives In the darkest of rooms Expelling vile, toxic fumes Mocking me with it's image Taunting me with the potential for doom A werewolf tormenting it's village Hungry and ready to pillage Everything righteous and good Indiscriminate of privilege Ripping apart the temples of wood With malice not understood Beyond it's love of destruction And slay it, I know not if I could But I can assign it a function Like a succubus teaching seduction Lessons from underground No circumduction I can't go around But through I continue to learn things profound From the monster manifested by you ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

How can I be simultaneously So confident Yet bruised and battered - not breaking, but bent By the winds of fear blowing faster and faster Viciously Relentlessly They whistle and call Like a Siren Beckoning me to their jagged rocks So into their ocean, I may fall If I am Odysseus, listening The golden rope that binds, glistening Is itself bound by the massive lock of time Unbreakable Though I want to make the Siren mine Unshakable I don't want to be merely fine I chose not to fill my ears with wax To deafen me from the Siren's song Because the pain of longing's a worthy tax If I am to find where I belong ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

Tales of a month in paradise Will come in time In future rhyme But reminiscing today will not suffice It's Valentines Day So celebrate Love! I'll spend it with Bae My sweet, white dove How many Days of the Valentine Have I spent alone? No one to call mine Sitting sad at home What an awful feeling When Cupids Arrow continues to miss It can leave a man reeling Till he's blessed with Venus's kiss Oops.. did I just reminisce? Pulling from the past.. Poetry does this. But that train of thought didn't last I replace it instead With thoughts of roses, red And hydrangeas, your favorite blue May our tapestry be woven in golden thread And know that I've meant it every time that I've said I Love You ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive

What could I write about Bali That would capture its magic? From the first moment you laid eyes upon me In the airport, we were manic Ecstatic Enthusiastic beyond words Romantic We kissed with passion Hearts flying higher Than the bravest of birds It was almost absurd The chemical rush If Love could be heard In that moment, the world, we would crush Pounded by sound A reality stranger than illusion In that moment, we were spellbound By our Glorious Reunion ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive