(2013)
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
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.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
