To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
YOU and are not us.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
