(2014)
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
YOU and are not us.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
