(2013)
Composed 04 March
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
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.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
YOU and are not us.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
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Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
