(2015)
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
