If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
I have heard that if you pull a bent breath through the second hole of a harmonica tuned to the key of Georgia while… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
There are moments of clarity daily. They open me up with a breath and keep me calm. They feed me the answers. And they hold me lovingly. They are gospelstiches. My childish ass has got to let them heal. This feud I’m having with myself isn’t even original. But it is thick and rooted. Here’s to today, slowing down, suspending… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share
We are the fed up grass roots movement of goose flesh, hell bent on living this one life by the way we feel our… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
If hearts really did break, every time we fell from love, I’d be able to offer you confetti by now. But hearts don’t break… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
“I'm gonna roll outta here one day, I just might not get to drive” — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
