(2015)
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
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Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
