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