(2013)
Composed 03 March.
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.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
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.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
