(2014)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
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
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
