Grounded Place

We’ve worn it down,
The ground below.

It’s what it’s for,
A place to sow.

A place of fun,
A place of places.

A place of hideous,
Beautiful, faces.

A place for evil,
A place for lives.

A place for sticks,
And sharpened knives.

The ground we tread
Can be full of dread.

But, it is a place,
Of amazing grace.

Un-Inaudible

Can you hear me?

Is this loud enough?

Or, could it be louder?

Rain, Bowed

The Sun is up,
It’s calling me.
Open your eyes and you will see.
It vaults it’s light
For us to be,
Mere beams diffracted
Through the trees.

Can you feel the sunshine
Flowing through your veins?
The light is deep within you;
It is written in our names.
We are but merely puddles
Tied up to the rain.

Look to me
I can see you.
Don’t look for me
I’ll look for you.
My eyes are wide
And yours are closed
It’s not your fault it’s mine
I suppose.

Can you feel the sunshine
Flowing through your veins?
The light is deep within you;
It is written in our names.
We are but merely puddles
Tied up to the rain.

My light it is
To bright for you.
You can’t look at me
Without seeing through.
I’m always round;
About today.
For tonight
I’ll let you sleep away.

Another About Me

Thank you all for reading along with my ramblings.

I can’t stop this now, the few comments here and there really make this worthwhile. It’s a pleasure to be able to free my mind once in a while publicly, although I know it only reaches a few of you.

If you could help to spread my writings by sharing my blog, or bits that resonate, I’d be most grateful.

Once again, thanks for the follows, reads, comments and shares.

Yours always,

Izaakson

Overdue Unprocessed

This is my statement of account.
I have been unwittingly
Put through a process
Without my choice.

As you are, or should be, aware,
There is a system
Which you have been raised within,
Which you are aware, but, unaware of.

You are taught it in school:
Captialism.
Do you remeber your class
On this subject?

You won’t.
You can’t.
The whole education system
Is based on Capitalism.

It has to be,
To perpetuate the system.
The system cannot function
If there is no teaching toward it.

Just like the Bible,
Or, the Koran,
Or, the Torah.
The Old Testaments.

I said it in this way,
To influence but a mere few.
I don’t want to expand on this,
Not just yet.

It’s old. Albeit,
It can relate, metaphysically,
To this current moment,
It is still a group of old testaments to an age gone-by.

Not today,
Not now,
Not this moment;
One that’s passed.

From a prior process.

From a long time ago.

Can you try to remember
Before you were born?

Unseen

Not one of you has ever seen me,
None of you;
Even those who know me.
I could never show myself to them.

They’ve seen a mirage of my mind;
A distorted reflection
Of who I truly am.
Capable of pulling-off it.

Can you peel away your body
To leave your mind as itself:
Like stripping an electron away
From it’s nucleus?

Can you draw yourself
To somewhere away from here?
Maybe the Moon;
Maybe Mars.

Or can you squeeze everything
Into a single point?
If you can,
Does it glow?

The things unseen
Are not seen by
Your body’s eyes,
But, your mind’s eye.