(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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.
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.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
