To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
