(2013)
Composed 04 March
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
YOU and are not us.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
