The Seven Roads that Breaks a Man

I. THE POEM

🔥 “THE SEVEN ROADS THAT BREAK A MAN”

(A brutal  biker-Kabbalah poem )

Bet hits first like a curse on a long damn road,

blessing hides in the ditch where the busted dreams explode.

One minute I thank the Creator for the ride I’m on,

next minute I’m screaming, “Why’d You leave me alone?”

Gimel cuts deep like chrome on a cold steel night,

giving feels holy till the ego says, “Fight.”

I try to bestow but the beast grabs hold,

and I’m stealing back love like a thief in the cold.

Dalet opens empty like a fuel tank dry,

rich in the spirit or poor enough to die.

One mile I’m flying with abundance in my chest,

next mile I’m broke, burned out, and distressed.

Kaf swings life or death like a curve in the rain,

life when I give, death when I’m chained.

My Harley roars truth that the sages all teach:

you live when you love, and you die when you reach.

Pe shakes me inside with peace or war,

peace when I rise, war when I want more.

Every breath is a battlefield, every thought a landmine,

and the heart is the place where the bullets realign.

Resh hits wisdom or folly like a barroom fight,

wisdom when I bow, folly when I’m right.

I know damn well that truth ain’t in my view—

it’s hidden in the friends and the roads I ride through.

Tav shows grace or harshness like the sky splits in two,

mercy in the dawn, cruelty in the blue.

But the sages whisper softly, “Boy, don’t you see?

The One who breaks your bones is the One who sets you free.”

Seven double paths carved the scars on my skin,

each one a highway to lose or to win.

But the only real victory, the secret they hid above,

is to ride every mile in the service of Love.

🔥 “Steel & Spirit on Highway One”

(A biker-prayer poem for Mike and every rider who ever chased truth across the asphalt)

The engine growls like a wounded prayer,

begging the road to strip us bare,

we ride through storms the heart won’t show,

chasing the fire only riders know.

The paint is chipped, the chrome is scarred,

life burns its lessons long and hard,

we lost some friends along the line,

their names still roar inside the spine.

Wind cuts deep like a lover’s lie,

but the throttle lifts us toward the sky,

every tear that hits the wind

gets turned to steel and rides again.

We’ve bled on gravel, kissed the rain,

patched our jackets with our pain,

yet every mile, the truth gets clear—

the Force of Love is always near.

You think it’s torque that keeps us free,

but it’s the One Light riding endlessly,

guiding the lost, the brave, the worn,

through nights so cold the soul feels torn.

Yeah, we cursed the heavens, broke our trust,

buried dreams in roadside dust,

but Love keeps haunting every turn,

a fire too wild to ever burn.

So Mike, my brother, hit that ride,

let the Spirit pull up by your side,

for every rider, young or old,

is shaped in Love’s unbreaking mold.

And when the final sunset hits your eyes,

and the long road ends beneath the skies,

you’ll see the truth we chased so long—

the One Force rode with us all along.

Steel and Spirit, road and rain,

they break the flesh but free the chain,

and every mile we thought was pain

was Unconditional Love calling our name.

When She Finally Walks In

🔥 “When She Finally Walks In” — A Brutal Love Prayer Poem

I’ve walked through three lifetimes with rings on my hand,

learning how love falls apart like footprints in sand.

But the next one, Creator, let her be carved from Your flame,

a woman whose heart beats the same holy Name.

Let her beauty be radiant—both spirit and skin,

a woman who glows from the light found within.

No laziness dragging her steps through the day,

no dimness or dullness to get in the way.

Let her be strong, let her rise, let her walk by my side,

sharing this path, this ascent, this impossible ride.

Let her body be shaped like a blessing You send,

and her soul be the force that can finish my end.

May she match me in fire, intention, and pace,

her eyes burning truth when she looks at my face.

May her will be unbroken, her passion ablaze,

two sparks fused together in all of our days.

Let her hunger for unity, storms and all,

to rise when I rise and not let me fall.

Let her answer my heart when it trembles in night,

and join in the war to reveal Your great Light.

I don’t ask for perfection, but for a true pair—

a woman who fights for the love we will share.

This time let it last, let it root, let it mend,

a partner, a lover, a soul-woven friend.

If I am to serve You through love once again,

send the woman who mirrors the man I’ve become.

I ask without shame, without hiding, without fear—

Creator, bring her close…

and let her finally appear.