(2013)
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
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
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
