(2014)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
