(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
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.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
YOU and are not us.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain