(2013)
Composed 09 Mar
#EarthMother
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
