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Socks by Buddha Qais

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By Buddha Qais

He took his usual seat besides his wife. It was that hour of the day again, the hour of when they agreed to always sit and talk about their day’s events.
He looked at his wife with longing eyes, and guessed he had to start today as has been recently.
“So I begin again?” he chuckled. “Well I tell you, it is not fair, so this is the last time.”
“Work has been getting abnormal lately. People have been acting differently towards me.” He said. “Different in the sense, they seem to avoid me, and when they are put in a situation where they have to deal with me, they seem to act very…safe.” He started scratching his beard as his thoughts wrapped around his statement.

“Honestly, I do not know what is going on with everyone around me lately, honey. Friends keep having these intervention talks with me. The families are always trying to talk about something. Even the kids! Imagine!” He laughed in a barking manner.
“Funny enough, they all seem to agree on a common ground, which is that I am stubborn. Me! Stubborn?” He waved his hand in the air as if waving off the notion.
“You know me! I’m not stubborn. I just need a little logical reasoning. I mean, look at these socks I’m wearing. It took you a while to get me to swear them, as I thought they looked ridiculous even though I know you knitted. But look at me now! I’ve been wearing them everyday. Ha! … Stubborn… Me.” He sighed.
He looked at his wife, smiled and said “I guess, today you won’t say anything again.” He got up form his seat.
He started walking away, looked back at his wife and said “I miss you, Marie.”

Here lies
Marie
Loving Wife & Mother
May she Rest in Piece

Birth by Buddha Qais

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Dear Child,

I write this letter to you before you breathe existence.   I write for fear of losing these thoughts, these thoughts that are strong and fresh in my mind, before they grow numb and die.

You will brighten worlds with your eyes; you will give hope and happiness to parents looking to settle down.  An unleashed pearl from its oyster, this world is at the palm of your hands, and I am sure with future technologies, opportunities will be much accessible with advancements beyond my imagination.

With hope, there comes another side.

A side that dominates the world.

A side that blinds all from the hope that is.

There will be those that will take you by the head, beat you down; there will be those that only want to see your frown, never your smile.  Your emotions will be abused, your mind will be infected, your resolve will be tested.

It is a bright world, but the dark side of it shows more face. It is in these times that you must remember, that no matter how dirty you become, it wont change what is in your blood.  You are who you choose to become and you can choose to be your own and others hope.

I have seen and experienced these troubled times, but for now…

I look forward to celebrating your birth, my child. I look forward to you growing up in my eyes and arms. I look forward to your life. My child.

Ink by Buddha Qais

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By Buddha Qais

They celebrated my birth,

They kissed the earth,

Whispered in my ear of my worth,

The sky’s the limit,

As I grew,

The limits did too,

Who knew?

Kept further away from a sky blue,

Commands of what to do,

Leaving no Instructions or a clue,

Friend’s promises of no judgment,

All you hear are never ending comments,

My persistence grew,

Seeking a life anew,

Claims of an open ear,

Although when I spoke, none were near,

I found a friend,

On whom I can depend,

An ear is what he’d lend,

What he did best, was mend,

Thank you Friend,

An inanimate object,

More soulful than what walked the lands,

Paper & blood,

Ink on a page….