For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
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
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
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) ...
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
