For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
YOU and are not us.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
