Yazza

 

Yazza

Yazza was a dear friend I met on Pal Talk chat. We met in a spiritual room, and we would chat outside the rooms we were in. I remember one night I felt her sadness and she told me she just got the results in a phone call, that she had cancer.

I felt a closeness with her, and enjoyed my time chatting with her. I would open up a room called “Bud's Spiritual Place” every so often. One time she came to me, asking me to open the room, because someone was in need of spiritual guidance, and I did. Every time, she was right.

She passed away while I was in Washington State. A mutual friend of ours who she was close to, told me she felt her death, because she saw more doves and butterflies around than was usual. To me that meant that Yazza passed, transformed into spirit and was now at peace. Yazza now guides those who are going through a life threatening disease on Earth, from the Spirit World.

A Guy Named Bud (2001/2002) by Yazza

Brighter Days (2001)

Colored Visions (2001) by Bud Lemire

Colored Visions 2 (2001) by Yazza

The Boxes (2002) by Bud Lemire

The Boxes 2 (2002) by Yazza

The Stone (2002) by Bud Lemire

The Stone 2 (2002) by Yazza

Yazza (2003) by Bud Lemire

A Guy Named Bud

© by Yasmine “Yazza” Kennedy

I once knew a guy named Bud La Meare

Or was it a "Le" oh dear, I fear

His unique name ties itself around my tongue

I think I spelled his name wrong

But...I did know a guy named Bud, hmmm...Mair?

All I know is on occasion he'd wear rainbow hair

Oh! I miss funny Bud, and his just as funny name

Without him around, life isn't the same!

This was written by my dear friend Yasmine "Yazza" Kennedy of London, England.

She passed away after a long battle with cancer. Thank you Yazza my Angel!

Brighter Days

©October 31, 2001 by Yazza

Everything is out of reach

Too far to stretch

I would paint the stars

And they would greet with warmth

And sleeping giants

Would whisper a name

I'm yet to hear

Echoing through a valley

leading to you

Everything is too cold to touch

Too far to obtain

It climbs with my very core

Ivy hugging these walls

I'd crawl out of my skin

But empty faces

Tie my thinking to the wall building

I can not be the light

I can not be the pain

You left me in the dark...calling

I'm yet to know your name

Barriers tall

Lean metallic structured Iron bars

You shield the day with memories

Locking self behind a mask

Trace the prison with finger pointing blame...

Hope, the stream of light that tickles eyelashes moist

it drives itself through veins of isolation, breathing

Dangling Illusion, spreading its infectious carrier

Yazza wrote this and she said she was “writing frantically”

as I played music in a room on Pal Talk.

While I played the music, she typed in this poem.

Colored Visions

© by Bud Lemire in 2001

On an October night, into my room she came

With a happy attitude, and Yazza was her name

I felt her wonderful spirit, in her words and in her voice

And knew that her entrance, was much more than by choice

Before I knew it, I was looking into her eye

And I saw within a vision, of a beauty I could not deny

But there was much more, hidden from my view

Her spirit was a special one, I could feel it too

She said that she used colors, to see what she could see

And she said that she saw green, when she thought of me

Those are the qualities of a healer, that is what you do

She said her own color in dreams, was the color blue

She left my room one night, but I did not know why

I was feeling sadness, and my soul it sure did cry

She came to my rescue, taking away my blues

There there came a phone call, that brought her some bad news

It was the clinic, telling her Cancer was her fate

Gazing out the window, her response was very late

For now she was the sad one, with so much on her mind

I struggled with the right words, the ones that I could find

I tried to make her laugh, as I knew that she was sad

She laughed and cried and blew her nose, and said that she was glad

Now she had serious issues, on how she really felt

And she must watch the cards of life, to see what would be dealt

Taking the time to appreciate, all that she can be

And see the colors of the world, the beauty of a tree

Looking out the window, taking in each scene

Through her colored visions, through her eyes of green

I don't know what forces, brought her to me that night

All I know is there was a reason, to share her guiding light

Were you to guide me, or was I to guide you

Or were we to guide each other, the green and the blue

Colored Visions 2

© by Yazza in 2001

I never touched time, until I touched you

Your passion surrounding my colours all blue

Swirling greens into reds quiet whispers on air

And I found in my memory, something to share

I placed before hurting, and pain, a desire

Of long hidden treasures, igniting a fire

And your flame stole the show, you performed with such grace

I was lost in the smile that washed over your face

Familiar souls seem to dance reunited

Leaving demons to sink, in our tears uninvited

And I would stay with your warmth for a moment or more

If you knew what that feeling was asking you for

Can you dance upon moonbeams that silver path light?

Will you watch me on Heaven's clouds lighting the night?

I know I never touched colours until I touched you

Your passion surrounding my colours all blue

Yasmin (for Bud)

The Boxes

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

As I look over the boxes, and continue to pack

I'm caught up in the memories, and always taken back

For everything in these boxes, is something from my past

Although we must say goodbye to them, the memories will always last

I would love to keep the items, I would love to keep them all

But I know the boxes in my place, would be piled up quite tall

There comes a time in life, when it's time to start anew

To take the time within your soul, to give a good review

I will be taking much with me, but there will be much left behind

But I know they will be the memories, that i will always keep in mind

Some items will be divided, among my family who are dear

So they can have their memories, and they will remain clear

I know the many items, kept for many years

So many happy times, mixed in with some tears

So much accumulates. through the time that flows

But inside the boxes, isn't everything our past shows

There is something in the boxes, that you'll never find

The time shared with my family, they were always kind

In the boxes, are memories, that I am well aware of

But the greatest thing of all, is the sharing of our love

In 2001 my Mom passed. In 2002 I had to pack up and leave my home of 39 years,

and it was the hardest thing to do. Yet nothing was the same after she passed.

But life is a journey and an adventure, and since then many wonderful things have happened.

The Boxes 2

© 2002 by Yazza

Your box is full of happiness

A box containing glee,

Where Tea-chests stuffed with past times-gone

All grasping memory

It's true we hold things dear to us

Which spark divine a thought...

And all piled neat in cardboard square

Such happiness it brought

But...within your mind's a box still locked

Only you can turn the key,

And placed behind material smiles

...there lies true memory

Yazza was a dear friend I met online.

She would send me a response to my poems.

She passed away from Cancer.

But her spirit still comes around.

The Stone

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

Most of us have a stone, we carry with us wherever we go

We find that it gets heavier, when we are feeling low

Sometimes we hardly notice, that it's even there...

...on our good days, but we take it with us everywhere

Sometimes it's so painful, it cuts us to the bone

Other times it won't bother us, it leaves us alone

Sometimes we're so busy, with the stone that we keep

Then there's times we feel its weight, and only want to sleep

You can chip away at it, and chop it into so many bits

Or throw it with a temper tantrum, and see who the stone hits

If you try to unload your stone, onto someone you may know

You'll find the stone is still with you, and the bigger it will grow

You must carry the stone, to wherever it will bring you

And see where the path you're on, will take you to

Sometimes you will see the stone, through someone else's eyes

Finding out the choice of the path we take, will change the stone's size

Sometimes the stone will feel weightless, much to your surprise

These are the time when your spirit, has grown bigger in size

You've taken the stone, and placed it deep within your heart

And happiness embraced you, and the stone was a new start

Seeing beyond and into the stone, for what it doesn't appear to be

Means you've traveled a good road in life, and saw what you could see

If you carry your stone, until your life's journey is complete

Then you will see it as, a gem lying at your feet

Back in 2002 when I wrote this poem, I sent it to my friend

Yazza. She wrote the sequel and e-mailed it to me. Yazza

has since passed away. But she watches over me from

Heaven.

The Stone 2

© 2002 by Yazza

My rock's too hard to carry

I search for help, to find...

I walked the wounded pathways,

escaped the voices blind.

I walked so many miles alone

I couldn't see “the end”

then found my rock lifted up...

for I had found a friend.

He took the fear from granite

he split the stone of fear,

and promised me for evermore

he'd help to stop my tears.

My stone is now crystal

a semi precious gem,

I'd still be worn from boulder big

if it was not for him.

I love my friend for stopping

and helping me to lift,

the stone upon my shoulders

has given me a gift.

I now walk paths of plenty

and also lend my hand,

to help others who are weary

encourage them to stand.

Sure, we all have rocks that grind us

and wear us down to bone,

but our friends can help us lift them up

til we find our way home.

Take courage in your journey

and open eyes to see

I took will help you carry yours,

you've found a friend in me.

Y-G-K

In special memory of my dear friend

Yazza, who has passed away.

She now helps others carry their stone, from Heaven.

She still watches over her friend – Me.

Thank you Yazza!

Yasmin “Yazza” Kennedy ^j^

Yazza

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 21, 2003

One night she came to me as a friend

And special moments is what we'd spend

She cheered me up when I felt down

But her cheery voice beheld a frown

She was fighting a disease, that nobody wins

We shared our life's stories, and we would sing

Our spirits touched, and colors would fly

When we departed each time, we never said goodbye

She saw all the spirits, that lived through me

She'd see things, that nobody else would see

Dancing colors all around, mixing blue with green

Healing each other, with pure light that is clean

I was in Michigan USA, she was in London UK

Cancer made her weaker, I went the Western way

A mutual friend of ours, had an interesting event

Butterflies were everywhere, they were Heaven sent

Then up on the roof, there was the Dove

I believe it was our Yazza, sending down her love

I believe when someone passes, bonds will never cease

The Butterflies and Doves, told us she is at peace

Oh Yazza, if you feel this, and you hear this poem

We're sending you our love, in your spiritual home

For my special friend “Yazza” Yasmin Kennedy

Who now lives in the Spirit World

Thank you so much for all you brought to me