(2015)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
