(2013)
composed 07 Mar
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
YOU and are not us.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
