For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
YOU and are not us.
