(2015)
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
YOU and are not us.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
