(2013)
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
