(2013)
Composed 03 March.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
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.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
YOU and are not us.
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
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
