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    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.28

    Comments from the here and now~~

    No matter where you are, you always have something special….I started following the Grateful Dead in ’77. I listened to Berkeley hippies in the audience chuckling as to how the the band had oiled up the gears for some more shows to pay for their drug habits. Being young I listened with respect and considered myself lucky to have been able to witness a 60’s phenomena. I always felt I was born a little too late.

    No one, not even the band knew what was to come. I was fervent in my involvement with the scene. I got on the bus in ’77 and rode it until ’95. Even though I was in my mind a late comer, I was always being exposed to new kidz and adults alike who were joining this grass roots rock and roll movement. After some time, they began to look up to me and wanted to hear my stories! I thought this funny as I still believed I had missed out on the core times.

    So I am like the rest of you now, post Jerry. Living on memories. Something I love to see is all of the splintered groups and festivals and good times that refuse to relent. This does my heart proud. Although I am no longer fervent….311 GD and JGB shows were almost enough for me. I applaud the kidz today in their pursuit of where the American dream finally ended up. And I listen to the splinter bands and still hear Jerry, bubbling up through an others hands and I realize that the train kept a rollin’……..

    So, my old man advice to the young….party on kidz, live the dream, there only is now. Don’t think you missed out on anything. None of us did. Make something out of the scene to hand to your kidz so that the dream never dies. You got the torch, run with it and pass it on. I will always cheer that.

    Times are tough, edgy and have the possibility of failing in a spectacular way. No matter who you are, you can rage against the machine and help keep this blue pearl in space a place for us and not the next species. Hard times require furious dancing. As Hunter Thompson said, “Stomp the turf”.

    I am sometimes angry that I ended up talking to an electronic medium instead of having a life. But, I am thankful that it has taught me and given me perspective I didn’t have. I value anyone here who cares at all and want you to know, many people are just like you. At my age, my only use is to occasionally scare up the young and then get out of their way. Success is measured on many levels. “Tune in, Turn on, OPT OUT”. (Thank you Timothy Leary). Remember a lesson I learned too late. Balance in your life is required for the long run and those who don’t have that, may burn bright as artists, thinkers and Mad Poets. But, eventually, remember to come down and see that your life is going the right way. Don’t ever forget you got to where you are because of love. You owe it to the Universe, pay it back by living a balanced life. It took me knowing and watching Jerry burn so bright for so long and yet, too soon to realize this. Even in his death he taught us…”Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right”. Pool all the wisdom together that you have found and use it to set an example for the next in line. But remember, the point in life they want you to forget so bad…Is to remember to have fun. Peace and Love still Works.

    I look forward to more ranting to anyone that will listen..(A Poet PSA).

    Photo: Comments from the here and now~~

No matter where you are, you always have something special....I started following the Grateful Dead in '77.  I listened to Berkeley hippies in the audience chuckling as to how the the band had oiled up the gears for some more shows to pay for their drug habits. Being young I listened with respect and considered myself lucky to have been able to witness a 60's phenomena. I always felt I was born a little too late.

No one, not even the band knew what was to come.  I was fervent in my involvement with the scene. I got on the bus in '77 and rode it until '95. Even though I was in my mind a late comer, I was always being exposed to new kidz and adults alike who were joining this grass roots rock and roll movement. After some time, they began to look up to me and wanted to hear my stories! I thought this funny as I still believed I had missed out on the core times.

So I am like the rest of you now, post Jerry. Living on memories. Something I love to see is all of the splintered groups and festivals and good times that refuse to relent. This does my heart proud. Although I am no longer fervent....311 GD and JGB shows were almost enough for me. I applaud the kidz today in their pursuit of where the American dream finally ended up. And I listen to the splinter bands and still hear Jerry, bubbling up through an others hands and I realize that the train kept a rollin'........

So, my old man advice to the young....party on kidz, live the dream, there only is now. Don't think you missed out on anything. None of us did. Make something out of the scene to hand to your kidz so that the dream never dies. You got the torch, run with it and pass it on. I will always cheer that.

Times are tough, edgy and have the possibility of failing in a spectacular way. No matter who you are, you can rage against the machine and help keep this blue pearl in space a place for us and not the next species. Hard times require furious dancing. As Hunter Thompson said, "Stomp the turf".

I am sometimes angry that I ended up talking to an electronic medium instead of having a life. But, I am thankful that it has taught me and given me perspective I didn't have. I value anyone here who cares at all and want you to know, many people are just like you. At my age, my only use is to occasionally scare up the young and then get out of there way.  Success is measured on many levels. "Tune in, Turn on, OPT OUT". (Thank you Timothy Leary). Remember a lesson I learned too late. Balance in your life is required for the long run and those who don't have that, may burn bright as artists, thinkers and Mad Poets. But, eventually, remember to come down and see that your life is going the right way. Don't ever forget you got to where you are because of love. You owe it to the Universe, pay it back by living a balanced life. It took me knowing and watching Jerry burn so bright for so long and yet, too soon to realize this. Even in his death he taught us..."Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right". Pool all the wisdom together that you have found and use it to set an example for the next in line. But remember, the point in life they want you to forget so bad...Is to remember to have fun. Peace and Love still Works. 

I look forward to more ranting to anyone that will listen..(A Poet PSA).

     

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.27

    “Be concerned and care for your life, but realize what you fear will find you. It is the test we all must face”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.27

    “The price of asking why, is merely living with the answer”. (SG1985)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.27

    “Geometry is the form the universe uses to clothe itself”.

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.26

    “Examining history is like peeling an onion, many layers and tears in your eyes”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.26

    “If you advertise, you’re telling lies”. (SG2014)

    When You No Longer Sleep.


    2014 - 06.26

    When you no longer sleep
    Life becomes too long
    Days blur into nights
    You don’t feel that strong

    When you no longer sleep
    Time creeps to a stop
    Your brain starts to go haywire
    Your mouth and jaw just drops.

    When you no longer sleep
    Something is very wrong
    You can’t live like this
    No, not very long.

    When you no longer sleep
    There is a disturbance in the force
    You spend all night watching
    Morning comes, of course.

    When you no longer sleep
    You’re living on borrowed time
    Your body will strike back
    You’ll lose your sense of rhyme.

    When you no longer sleep
    Life mocks you and your trials
    Steals your confidence
    And takes away your smile.

    When you no longer sleep
    You lose time and circumstance
    You get so wound up
    And forget how to dance.

    When you no longer sleep
    You forget the how and why
    If you don’t get some rest
    Maybe you will die.

    When you no longer sleep
    Maybe you feel bad
    Over something you did
    Or just how you got had.

    When you no longer sleep
    You care less and less
    Lose your cool often
    Left only to second guess.

    When you no longer sleep
    You may be psychotic
    Maybe off your meds
    Might be a little neurotic.

    When you no longer sleep.
    You’re scared and cannot run
    The evil eye has got you
    You might be under the gun.

    When you no longer sleep
    It could be because you’re alone
    Nobody at your side
    No one is in your home.

    When you no longer sleep
    The day seems like a dream
    From which you can’t awaken
    If you do you’ll just scream.

    When you no longer sleep
    You write very long poems
    About all the madness
    And how life takes its toll.

    When you no longer sleep
    You lose your true intent
    You’re in survival mode
    Maybe can’t pay the rent.

    When you no longer sleep
    You spend too much time online
    For it is safer
    Than the life you left behind

    When you no longer sleep
    You think of life in sound bites
    Lose your intention
    And then you lose the fight.

    When you no longer sleep
    Tell me, what was their names?
    You know, the people
    Who made you this insane.

    When you no longer sleep
    You really need some help.
    But where can you get it
    If you don’t help yourself?

    When you no longer sleep.
    Death starts to stare
    He knows you are running
    Eventually you’ll be there.

    When you no longer sleep
    You repeat yourself often
    Till they stop listening
    Tell me what then?

    When you no longer sleep
    Nothing ever gets done
    You put it off until tomorrow
    Another day, same sun.

    When you no longer sleep
    Nothing seems to please
    You can’t get any rest
    From whatever is your disease.

    When you no longer sleep
    Your systems start to shut own
    A certain way to die
    That can ever be found.

    When you no longer sleep
    You start to beg for mercy,
    “Someone turn me off
    Quick before they bring the hearse in”.

    When you no longer sleep
    You stand guilty as charged
    Your life went out roaming
    Somewhere, still at large.

    When you no longer sleep
    When you no longer sleep
    When you no longer sleep.
    When you no longer sleep.

    (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.22

    This is what you see, read and hear.

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    This is what the Poets sees and tells you. ……”Words”

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.21

    “If you claim to be a reliable alternative news source, but your filming is lousy and you appear no where else other than You Tube. I highly discount your tenets”.(SG2014)

    Since You Been Gone


    2014 - 06.21

    Since you been gone, I started to shout
    About the things that worry me day in and out
    I take all my walks alone
    My house is no longer a home.

    I wonder what came and passed
    Why your love didn’t last
    Did I fail at my task?
    Why do I even stop to ask?

    The nights are so long now
    Worried mind, furrowed brow
    The halls I do pace
    I lost in loves race.

    It isn’t because I let go
    Love has a side that never shows
    Just when you think you have Cupid
    You’re left alone, feeling stupid.

    I never could win at the games
    Without someone beside me in my name
    I could have taken us both out of here
    If you had not run from me in fear.

    I used to stand so well on my feet
    Not much in the world could get me beat
    I don’t have any wealth
    No more respect for myself.

    It’s our fault not yours
    I do not blame, that’s for sure
    I picked this path that I trod
    Alone again…Me and God?

    Maybe you just got tired of waiting all the while
    Exhausted after running so many miles
    Love needs to be cherished to make it grow
    Without you, time passes so slow.

    I am jealous of those who have wives
    Who love them dearly and do not despise
    Whose ranks are filled with children’s smiles
    Whose lives are filled with different trials.

    (SG2014)

    Rail inside of Jail


    2014 - 06.21

    I always had a smart mouth
    No fear of talking back
    Loud words made up for the confidence
    That I always lacked.
    I skated free most of my life
    I always threw words to the wind
    Never was held hostage
    Never did give in.

    But as I grew old and kinda’ quiet
    Things got in my way.
    I had to answer to the tune
    Of liars that came into play.

    Yes I was crucified
    By meaningless foam from the mouth
    The judge didn’t like me
    My case it headed south
    I was caught in the net
    A rebel with no paws
    I was picked up by the man
    Stuffed into Just US’s cruelish jaws.

    They set me free to run the treadmill
    A slave in the system
    Hostage of the court
    My defenses all were broken
    With the uttering of a tort.

    Now I pace the halls at midnight
    I don’t sleep no more
    I couldn’t pay the fines
    I hid behind a door
    I scribbled in my little book
    The things they will find when I’m dead
    All of the prophetic dreams
    That linger in my head.

    The letter it came and said I had to show cause
    Of why I wasn’t paying the system
    Why I wasn’t within the law
    So I went to the judge on my own
    Said, If I paid him, I’d have no home
    Realistically I did drone
    That behavior is never condoned.

    I suggested it was a ruse
    To bilk the slaves so his job he didn’t lose
    The uproar that then ensued
    Told me the wrong words I did choose.

    I got three days to pay
    What I could have charged on another day.
    Sold my guitar so I could continue to play
    The extortion price by that day
    So that in my life I could stay
    For one more day, one more day.

    Nobody cares when you in the system
    So many pawns…You can’t list them
    True friends are rare when you’re in trouble
    Speaking from both sides of their mouths, they see double
    No one is with you in your huddle.

    Remember this if you think you are free
    Karma is a bitch and it will follow thee
    Everybody stands by and claps when you win
    Standing on the edge of the hole you are in.

    And though you really didn’t sin
    You will do the time for their crimes
    Before they let you write anymore rhymes

    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.21

    “What side of the line will you be on when they come to round up “All the usual suspects”.?” (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.21

    “If you want to learn anything, you must turn off your TV and have a much bigger attention span. Sound bites will ruin your mind”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.21

    “Anything that scares the extreme right is labeled a terrorist. When all of America’s poor are in for profit prisons and the rich elite control. we will need terrorists to free us”. (SG2014)

    June Solstice


    2014 - 06.21

    You know it in these times we just have to stop and look around
    Trying to find a way back and trying to move on.
    I see dreams, I see smiles, I see madness, talkin’ all the while
    I been a dreamer and I had my fun
    Took life as it came at me, spent my time on the run.
    Summer’s sun ya’ know its some kind of fun.

    But you know I have been stuck here, frozen in a fall
    All of my time gone, no home at all.
    Flirting with madness cause there is this call
    Ending up with sadness, living kinda’ small.
    But there has got to be dreams yes
    Got to be some dreams left.

    The sun beats down, my skin is ivory white
    I live in the dark, and now I hide from the light.
    Sometimes you get put down, put to the fright
    Sometimes the man scares you, in the middle of the night.
    Then the morning comes and you do it again
    All alone this time, no words from a friend.

    Big dreams rollin’ yeah they’re rolling by
    Thunder clouds on the horizon
    Begging me to try, Just one more before I die.
    It has got to be real, It has got to be real
    These things that I feel…..But what of the sadness
    When they go away? They go away…….

    Skippin’ skippin’ and a jumpin’
    Like I did when I was young
    My heart a thumpin’
    The shattered pieces of my life, will come together again
    And I’m gonna’ get it together, stop being a fool
    Get it together and stop waiting for you.

    In my time, did a little bit of it all
    Any day now, any day now, any day now
    Played guitar, wrote down words
    Tryin’ to make sense of it all.
    Who stole those things? Who stole those things?
    What happened to my life, my little schemes?

    I went down and didn’t care, No I didn’t care
    I would have died starving
    But for your care, but for your care.
    You don’t know me but you know who I was,
    That was a good enough reason
    To dust me off and listen to my cause.

    The longest day, the longest day
    I had to pick up my pen, write it away
    Reflecting on the road left behind…..
    Reflecting on the madness
    That you put in my mind…..
    That you put in my mind…..

    And all the new ones, they wanna’ dance in the street
    But its been barricaded, by Gov-Pigs on a beat.
    And the old songs still ring, yes they still call
    Get up and shake it, shake it, while you’re still warm
    ‘Cause you will fade, you will fade
    Gone…But not away, Gone, But not away.

    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.20

    “Remember the Good Old Days? The only threat we had was pollution and atomic war. The more of us that there is, the more diverse we become in thought, the more insidious and well sculpted threats will be”. And The Poet rants….Don’t Believe A Word…..Some of you may wonder, “Why is he a Poet then”? (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 06.20

    After you turn your cheek 70×7 times, is it OK to slap the shit out of someone? (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.19

    ~Bachelor Bible Pun~

    “Honor thy microwave and keep it clean, so that thou mayst live long on the earth”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.


    2014 - 06.19

    “Is being an activist Hippie a contradiction in terms”? (SG2014)

    A Jerry Garcia Quote


    2014 - 06.16

    “Every mind is at least as heavy as mine is” – Jerry Garcia.