©27 August 2013
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
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The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
