©27 August 2013
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
YOU and are not us.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
