For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
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
