(2013)
composed 07 Mar
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
