(2014)
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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.
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
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
