(2013)
Composed 04 March
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.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
YOU and are not us.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
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.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
