(2013)
Composed 2 February
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
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.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
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
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
YOU and are not us.
