(2013)
composed 07 Mar
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
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.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.