To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
YOU and are not us.
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) ...
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
