(2013)
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
YOU and are not us.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
