(2013)
Composed 09 Mar
#EarthMother
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!