(2013)
Composed 03 March.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
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
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
