lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?