(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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
