(2013)
composed 07 Mar
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
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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.
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.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
