8 Aug 2013
(2013)
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
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.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.