(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
