8 Aug 2013
(2013)
YOU and are not us.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
