(2013)
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
YOU and are not us.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
