©27 August 2013
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
