The Long Ride, Ridden

I’ve tasked myself;
A new job,
Which is
Unquittable.

I’m making
You cycle.
Pushing pedals;
Keeping momentum.

If I can’t
Sell a bike to you,
You don’t deserve
To ride.

The cycle
Is in everything:
Can you feel
Your revolutions?

It takes a volition
To realise,
That you are, but,
The ride of your life.

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