SUNRISE

The sun comes each and every day, greeting us with possibility

A new canvass for the art which is uniquely mine, i endeavor to create

The tone of that which i offer to humanity is the reverberation of that which ruminates within my core 

Alas, the sights and sound emanating from my soul are my gift , my “present to the present”

The artwork of my proclivities serve the whole as intended

 Whether tis for the common good, or destruction of joy is determined only by the observer.

I AM THE OBSERVER, AND THE OBSERVED

The spewing of venomous atrocities,or divine triumphs comes from choice

I experience, ruminate and ferment then produce

veritable recycling of what is

My point of focus and resolve will color the product of my offering.

No conditions are at fault, just choice.

each and every Sunrise is the genesis of a new reality.

How do I feel this morning, wait ad see what I create, then you will now how I feel.

Perspective, perception, illusion.

I am.

NIGHT SKY

NIGHT SKY.
To thee be speckled canopy of night, For sure is such earthly delight
Divine gift for mortal eyes, Is the light show of night skies
Some take for granted such a treat, Discount the grand omnipotence of such feat
No daytime view will matter such. As night sky with Heavens touch
Road map to our destiny, Emblazed such, that all may see
Alas though it takes a special few, That unlock the scribe the  ancients knew
All secrets tell of life divine. Upon whence we see the sign
Diverse pattern, random score, First gaze demands much more
Settle in and focus sharp, Listen close for Gabriel’s harp
A lullaby of certain bliss, All eyes turn up, thou will not miss.
Glories’ canvass yields elation, The journey IS the Destination.

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Photo: Chuck Eggen Brookfield CT 2013

 

Judge, Jury, & Self Executioner

Judge & Jury
By John Rodgers

I see a thing and shout “no good” that gives it space inside my mind
I ride the road past field and wood resenting jerks I always find

The day is bright and filled with sun,
another worthy poker run
With friends and partners I do ride
Accepting all and having fun

But then the darkness shrouds my eyes,
I’m filled with pain and agonize
As beside me rides the dreaded foe,
A “Moron” I suddenly realize.

I’m quick to label this strangers post
I hate his guts, and curse his ghost
He does not feel my steely stare
I’m the one that hurts the most

A judgment for no earthly cause, is part of my observant view
This trait has lately brought me pause, A foolish thing I always do

A lovely day a perfect ride is ruined as I judge with hate
The stranger cruising at my side, could be a friend if I would wait

I could avoid such worthless dread
Should I accept all men instead
I have the power to make this choice
A little game that’s in my head

Accepting all with no thought to judge
Extending hands without a grudge
The ride I take will be enjoyed
When I decide to give love a nudge

Matthew 7:1 Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged

( Namaste’- I ride for me)

Inside Job

The engine roars, the fuel burns hot , and wheels lunge quickly forward
A sudden start a brisk excel , sharp curves and speed are my reward

Many think the bikes the ride, it determines speed and torque
But I know better It’s in my mind, as thought does all the work
The machine upon which I’m seated
Make, model, color, and size
Can be copied and repeated
But what we all must realize
There is no experience or encounter, no truth, no-thing of form
That is thrust upon us unwittingly, we create what we call norm
The mind is the original factory, it shapes and refines our world
The Divine power from within, through us becomes unfurled

The power of creation starts with a fleeting thought
Keep mind and heart in focus, to create as we were taught.

I Decide

The choice is mine to venture forth though wrought with victims robe

East & south or west & north, forward moving is my probe

 

The will that drives my fearful trek doth leave me cause to wonder

Outward view an awful wreck, my soul retreats from roaring thunder

 

It seems at times I’ve no control, experience comes as random chances

As worldly oceans toss and roll, creation by my hand advances

 

Could it be I’ve asked for this, a life not what my heart desires?

Creation answers thoughts amiss, as painted clouds spark tearful fires

 

For once the mind embraces will, the canvass of my life is true

Intent of purpose a heart so still, reveals the yield of spirits’ due

 

For I alone can offer choice, and move toward making wishes real

The truth comes from the inner voice, regretful choices shall reveal.

 

As enmity drains from inside, and love espouses action

The peace and calm I will derive, brings joyful satisfaction

 

Awakened to the truth of being, the choice is mine and mine alone

The darkened eye is finally seeing; how Spirit focused I have grown

 

Equanimity foreshadows doubt, as confidence and faith appear

My love shall cast all demons out, divine existence drawing near

 

Marches On

Time Marches On

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The trip begins intention wild, Old men griped and young man smiled

Now  aging shell traps fertile mind, as throttle twists and highways wind

This rides been taken many ways,  the ride im on takes days & days

As I traverse the the roads I find,  the body ages, not so,,, not so,,,not so

Desires such  I’m still a boy, each new road is fresh with joy

Old bones creak, rusty pipes turn blue, Serpentine tarmac  smells fresh & new

Oil burns and rubber wears, wind on my face blows off my cares

Clock keeps ticking time flys by,  all at once the end is near, so near, so near

The heart has not intention waned, through miles of sun and trips that drained

Cities, fields, and darken streets, cautious miles and fearless feats

Dare to risk the face to tar, push the limit, one bridge to far

My journey had no cleaver end, no time to stop, to stop, to stop,

Account balance nearly gone, although the road still stretches on

I’ve had my piece of humble pie, I’ve stared death boldly in the eye

Refuse to waver, won’t give in, the bastard I will not let win

They say all good things some day must end, not ready yet, not ready yet, not ready yet

I go until I go no more, I ride and until I hit the floor

The tank has barely fumes it seems, transmission failing horrific screams

No rubber lies beneath my grip,  as I approach the final trip

They will peal my carcass of this seat, as I will not go willingly, I will not go willingly, I will not go willingly.

No Matter!

NO MATTER-I’m Ridin!
Positively John

I pull outta the driveway, left, right, straight, don’t care
Needin’ miles, distance, space, between me &,,,whatever,,
No thinkin’ no talkin’ just go man, go, far,fast, go!
Nothing specific botherin’ me, just life, just people, just stuff
No matter, I’m ridin’
Pigs flyin in the wind, dogs in the sand, painted clouds sparking tears of fire
Funnel clouds of debris in my head washing over me like a tsunami
No matter, I’m ridin’
A few lefts, a right another left, guy on a Springer waves
School bus stopping, geese crossing the road, garbage man tossin’ cans
like candy wrappers
Gas stations, town halls, greens, VFW,
Chemical plant, toy factory, almost there
Schools, then barns, cows, nuthin
Left, right, straight
No matter, I’m ridin’

Eyes on the horizon, minds blank, silent, then thunder, bang!
Pulled back, no, not yet,go faster, go further, go,man go
F350 parked on shoulder, girl slaps guy then winks as I fly past
Not a clue, not him, not her, not me, not a Goddamn clue
Yellow light, BabyRed needs a drink, I need drink, not now
Nothing in sight,, we go until we can’t, then we keep goin
No matter, I’m ridin’
Kids ball rolls out, stop there son, I’m too fast, to slow, too old to stop
Run to mama, trade that red wagon for a Bike
I’ll be the GEEZER with the patches & the stories, we’ll meet,
If I make it that far
No matter, I’m ridin’
Peace, quite, only engine, nice, nice, then thunder again
Not outside, inside
Road to Hana, volcano, cliffs, rocks waves, tequila bottles under the bed
Pushed, pulled, torn, loved, succotash & gravy, crap on my boots
No matter, I’m ridin’
Witches on bicycles, dogs in baskets, this ain’t Kansas TOTO
Gremlins hiding in the bush, tacks in the road, pot holes
Yellow light’s been on, nothin in sight, I should get back
That’s me going by, I passed myself on the road, WTF?
Old drugs, past demons revisit, now then, when, why
No matter, I’m ridin’
I’m home, didn’t plan it, just happened
Maybe I never left
No matter, I’m ridin’

I Ride For Me

I Ride For Me!

John Rodgers CT.

I ride for no one else but me, seems selfish of a thing to see

For all of life is, played together making struggles light as feather

So how then do I justify, this selfish trait that I do try

I am responsible it’s true, so many count on what I do

I toil and labor, care and worry, wife & kids and friends all hurry

I provide the sense of peace, the wheels of life are mine to grease

All those around me have no cares, as I am watching all that’s theirs

But there comes that certain time of day, when I just have to get away

The pavement calls my name out loud, I mount my iron horse so proud

With wind, and road and flying hair, I take off heading anywhere

The destination is of no mind, so long as I hear engine wind

The twisting throttle, roaring pipes, make me forget the little gripes

The road and I are one at last, there is no future, and no past

Only now, and only here, the road has nothing I need fear

My spirit soars and wanders free, this is how life’s meant to be

I steal the time to ride alone, I steal the chance that few have known,

I ride to keep my sanity; I ride for them, but mostly ME!

For riding always keeps me free!!