gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.