I had a dream about you again.
What’s weird as I approach the end days of my life I feel less and less like we shall meet again. It’s sad I always think to call you. I would pray to you but I no longer see that as any use or comfort. Simply your gone. I no longer wish for the day I would turn around and you would be there. Gone are the hopes that you were really concerned, because I know you weren’t.
The darkness that you have caused me in life is gone. I forgive you because I learned that as a child you to were mistreated. It’s ok now sleep in peace…….
Chronicles of the White Buddah
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Nice verse you got going there. Should we expect this stream of consciousness poetry often? I’m all for it, but however the white Buddah spirit moves y’ah my friend.
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OK, now this has to go down as one of the strangest posts on this blog……..who is/was the White Buddah?
You’ll fiqure it out when you see him on Oprah
I know people think that was WEIRD but to me
this is actually the BEST post on this whole blog
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I feel great actually Liberated