(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
