(2013)
composed 07 Mar
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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) ...
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
