For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
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.
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dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
YOU and are not us.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
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