(2013)
YOU and are not us.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.