8 Aug 2013
(2013)
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
YOU and are not us.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
