Riding My Bike to Fight Kids’ Cancer

The dilemma…

With heat indexes hitting over 100 degrees this afternoon, it didn’t look like my ride for my Children’s Cancer Research Fund was going to happen after work today, 12 miles from making my goal of 300 miles.

The solution…

Rise and shine at 5 am, on the bike at 5:15. One hour, and 16 miles later, I have now surpassed my goal, with 304 miles ridden so far in June, and you my friends, have generously given $718 to help fight childhood cancer, surpassing my fundraising goal.

Thank you so much to all my friends and family who have donated. You are helping a great cause.

But I’m not done yet. I have one more day and one more ride to do tomorrow morning (before it gets too hot again). If I can get my donations to surpass $800 before the end of today, I will make tomorrow morning’s ride my longest of the event, pushing me past 325 miles.

If you haven’t sponsored my rides yet, please take a few minutes to help kids fight this terrible disease.

https://greatcyclechallenge.com/riders/stevenprinz

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When You Still Cared

Deep in the chasms of my soul a memory burns as bright as a gaslight
A memory of what guides me through the still of the darkest night
Though you did me wrong
Wherever my heart may wander
I will think of what we once had and do what I know is right

In memory of what we once shared
Back when you still cared

You were beyond my expectations of what I deserved in my life
Then you cut out my heart with deception of a red-hot knife
Because you did me wrong
I know I need to do better
I will remember what we once had
It will forever guide my life

A memory of what we once shared
Back when you still cared

I have been writing…

I haven’t been posting here a lot, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. Actually, I’ve been writing nearly every day; it has just been on my other blog.

I thought about a subject that I would want to write about and, well, it didn’t take any time at all to come up with one. I have a rather large vinyl album collection. You know, the way we used to listen to music before CDs and digital streaming. The music format that has made an unexpected but welcome comeback in recent years. On my other blog, The Vinyl Jungle, I listen to a record and write my thoughts about it. I try to avoid writing a review of the album (although elements of one sometimes sneak in there) but rather, focus on a memory the music sparks, some trivia about the band or the making of the album, or anything else that pops in my head that is relevant. Most of the time it is something from the golden age of vinyl; the ’60s, ’70s, and early ’80s. Every now and then though, I do sneak something new in there too, like recent releases by Arcade Fire, The National, Florence and the Machine, and Steven Wilson.

If you are a music lover, I hope you will check it out. Feel free to leave a comment suggesting an album you like, and think I should include.

I hope you stop by.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, the web address to my other blog is https://thevinyljungle.com/

Your Pretty Face (for the rest of my life)

I beat myself up for over a year
Even though you’d no longer be here
I knew it was just a matter of time
I could feel it all start to unwind
Before you broke me apart inside
So I broke us first and almost died

For the rest of my life
I will always love you
For the rest of my life
I will always hate you
For the rest of my life
I will never forgive you
For the rest of my life
I will forever want you
For the rest of my life

Wondering if what I did was right
A spot on the wall opened my sight
Now I wonder how could I not see
You never planned to stay with me
You had a lover already in my place
Soon you’d be gone without a trace

How many hearts did your pretty face
Lay in the waste?
How many hearts did your pretty face
Bend and break?

I knew it was just a matter of time
I could feel it all start to unwind
Before you broke me apart inside
So I broke us first and almost died
You had a lover already in my place
Soon you’d be gone without a trace

For the rest of my life
I will never forgive you
For the rest of my life
I will forever want you
For the rest of my life

The Only Answer

I look back and I wonder
What the hell did I do?
But inside I ponder
What would have been in a year?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

I sat still and blamed myself
For ending it too soon
Emotions on a shelf
What to let never near?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

An angel watching over
Staring at the full moon
Find another lover
What is there left to fear?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

Demon Taunts

We all have demons that haunt us
An abuse
A mistake
A ripple effect
A risk you didn’t take
My demons are ones I can’t trust

Hiding in the darkest of shadows
In your eyes
Be unseen
A passive retreat
Hide what should not be seen
Love that still walks in the meadows

And then I questioned
The decision that I’d made
Though I knew the answer
Rode on the edge of a blade

The decision that I made
Rode on the edge of the blade

So I shrugged it off like it was a joke
And hid from it all behind blue smoke
And then I awoke
But It was too late
The loss was my fate
I let it slip away so easily
As if I meant nothing to me

We all have memories that taunt us
Cold chasm
In my heart
No looking back
Avoidance plays a part
For misguided precepts of trust

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