I choose to not choose

LI/ April 11, 2016

Not choosing is a choosing… Yeah, Yeah I know … I have heard that many times before. It seems every time I hear that I wonder, why? My brain almost automatically jumps into … but WHY? mode. How is not choosing a preference, a side, or a greater, or lesser evil choosing one? In historical context … as an extreme

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Its the End of the World as I know it.

LI/ April 10, 2016

  Pulsing reflecting red dulls slowly to black Crusting drying light fades to dark Fading dulling the overwhelming distills The one light of common vision dies exposing The thousand lights of each and every soul or star shining their separate light Sharing what they are with All who can see

Silly Interlude

LI/ April 10, 2016

A rhythm, a rhyme A beat in time Droppin’ words, fresh on my mind. A verse, a chorus The songs that sing Chantin’ words, makin’ bells ring. Words, dropped in random find patterns loosely resembling cogent thought and today it is called POETRY

It is not about you …

LI/ April 10, 2016

Over the years I have done many different things for money. Grounds Keeper, Facilities Maintenance (Fancy words for cleaning up), Cook, Electronics Technician, Quality Assurance, Recruiter, Operations Manager, General Manager, Bartender,Bouncer, Business Owner, and Sales. I am grateful for all my experiences, I learned many things about myself, about people, and about life in each and every one of them.

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When to stop doing what you love…

LI/ April 9, 2016

I LOVE to cook! I can spend hours cooking, thinking about cooking, or watching and reading about cooking. It is a passion and a love for me. For me, it is an artistic outlet. Some people paint… Some people write music… while others play it; some people use language to lead people on adventures… exploring thoughts, places, things old and new

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Feed the Soul – The Second Post

LI/ April 9, 2016

Rain is drumming softly… but consistently on the roof. Water is running down the gutters. The light spring breeze brings the smell of an earth washed clean of one day; preparing for the next. I love the rain. I love the smell of wind blowing through that rain. Maybe that is why my life always seems to bring me to

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