8 Aug 2013
(2013)
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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.
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.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
YOU and are not us.
