For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
