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    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.22

    If you speak the truth, there will be stones thrown, it is a sign you are on the right path.
    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.22

    “When you search the internet for answers, remember, there is a market for dis-satisfaction”

    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.16

    “I was a bartender once, I could not watch the pain, of people who flushed their lives down the drain”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.16

    “You got a TV? I got a TV, big fuckin’ deal”.

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.16

    “Let’s hear it for the new kidz, hitting the bricks, a brand new dance, just like you did”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.16

    “The tattoo, outlasted you”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.16

    “Are you talking about something that you know, or repeating something you heard? Memes lie, if you don’t check your facts, you are too”. (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 07.09

    012

    “In my house is a little corner where I think of the past. The chair is empty because I am living in the present”. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.09

    ” Sometimes, I feel like a violin strung with raw nerves and played with a piece of broken glass”.
    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.09

    Facebook MeMes are like billboards on the side of the road, some have useful information and some are just advertisements. (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.05

    “While not ideal… Experience may be the only school a fool is willing to attend”.

    (SG2014)

    Dreams from the Promised Land


    2014 - 07.05

     

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    I was still on that train riding out West
    Rolling through the mountains of America’s best
    It was the middle of the fun and we were already halfway done
    Tell me now, “Have you see all those guns”?

    Thinking I had a special wisdom deep indeed
    I always followed an old time, sacred creed
    Mingling only with the chosen, the best
    Any stranger could pass the test.

    And the men standing on the stage
    All of the old songs that they did play
    Thinking we’d just begun
    Didn’t know we’ve had our run.

    Rhymes in life they do abound
    Spoken from a skull with no sound
    Many things now, we have learned
    Nobody told me there was no return.

    The poison rain fell on me and you
    All our best thoughts, were falsely construed
    You showed me true love in this Hell
    I pray, life treats you well.

    So I trudged forward with my last friends
    We all pledged allegiance to the end
    But they died off one by one
    In the end, alone in the sun.

    I used to run with Angels in the street
    Never thought we could be beat
    Even though they were from Hell
    I always loved the stories they’d tell.

    Now I am camped up on the ridge
    My head is empty as my fridge
    I think that maybe just one friend
    Will be here at my bitter end.

    So the days go slow and fast
    Sometimes I see a shadow cast
    Screaming, “Hold me before I die”
    I still have so many words to try.

    Somewhere still the flowers bloom
    There are some here in my room
    But it’s all a disconnect
    And there’s nothing left to protect.

    The law has changed for you and me
    One mistep lose your liberty
    The new Gov-Pigs they will shoot you down
    Tell me what’s happened to this old town?

    And the perpetual machine of satanic greed
    Left so many lost in their need
    I tell you this, Mother Earth
    Is due for a brand new rebirth.

    We are destined to be set aside
    7.5 billion, numbers they don’t lie.
    But some things can’t be returned
    When your little world starts to burn.

    I wish I could say something good.
    About the situation in the woods
    But old trees keep falling down
    Fueling the fire that’s on the ground.

    And a Phoenix, waits in the sun
    The next time has already begun
    If you read these words
    I hope to you they aren’t absurd.

    Maybe you’ll get a chance
    Don’t forget you still gotta’ dance
    Be kind and remember to love
    When you look down from the sky above.

    As a Poet now, I went too far
    Just me, and this ole’ beat up guitar
    But I come back here to say
    All you got is today.

    The place was quiet with no sound
    We laid our crosses on the ground
    And the graveyards reached to the skies
    The Universe, puts on a brand new disguise.

    This is a simple story to tell
    And I say it over and over, oh so well
    But you’re the captain of your life
    Be careful how you handle that knife.

    You’ll stand at the cross roads just like me
    Trying your best now to be free
    Go forth don’t believe the lies
    Try to do something good before you die.

    In the end we all just want some Peace
    A quiet place to be at ease
    Yeah, it’s worth the pain
    What else have you to gain?

    Soon I will just now stand on down
    And I will be trampled to the ground
    By those who seek what I saw
    Running themselves from Deaths open jaws

    In the end now you will see
    That Love still waits for you and me
    We’ll dissolve together in the Sun
    And you and I, will be as one.

    These are Dreams From the Promised Land
    Maybe saying something you’ll understand
    Maybe they are just dreams
    Maybe, you will see.

    (SG2014)

    A Samuel Gold Quote


    2014 - 07.04

    “The dissolution of evil starts with the shedding of desire”.
    (SG2014)

    Last Laps


    2014 - 07.03

    The race, run by us all
    The race, is for all to endure
    The race, long I have I run
    The race, it has hardly begun,

    I was always hard to handle
    I was always hard to hold

    The race, run your laps
    The race, beware of the traps
    The race, run with broken feet
    The race, run or get beat.

    I was always hard to handle
    I was always hard to hold

    The race, no different this time
    The race, just a moment in a rhyme
    The race, it is difficult to see
    The race, finish it and see.

    I was always hard to handle
    I was always hard to hold

    The race, personal triumphs great and small
    The race, a finish line, for all
    The race, I don’t feel that strong
    The race, yet mine is done.

    I was always hard to handle
    I was always hard to hold

    (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 07.02

    A Pivotal Moment

    It was the summer of 1969, I was a young boy growing up outside of Detroit Michigan.
    My father had died on my birthday 2 years before. Well meaning and sympathetic adults had given me my first door out. It was the complete Encyclopedia Britannica. Laying the ground for a life long passion of learning, I spent most of my evenings at home deep inside of these books. I especially enjoyed the Science Year addition , which was a year by year compilation of the accomplishments and forays of science.

    Nixon had taken the White House, Man had returned from the lunar landings. A house cost 15,000 dollars, the average wage was 9,000 dollars a year. Rent was 150.00

    The ant-war protests were at their height and something happened called “Woodstock” and something darker called “Altamont”.

    My mother took us shopping and also would let me stay in the car and read. I had no interest in following her around a store filled with things I could not have. So I would sit in the car and read books beyond my years, enjoying the landscapes of the written word. It was at this time I saw something that forever changed my world view, something that would influence every thought and action in my small life.

    Some may look at my insight and laugh. But, where some people see trash, some others find treasure.

    We were parked in a Kroger grocery store on Telegraph Avenue in Dearborn Michigan. My mother took my brother and sister inside to shop. I remained in the car and had cracked open the spine of yet another book about cowboys on the open ranges in the West, a gift from my Grandmother. I was reading and lost in this book when I first heard voices. I looked in the direction of the sound. I saw what I thought to be grown ups sitting outside the store, They were dressed differently and had long hair, they were asking people who went into the store for spare change. People were avoiding them and some showed disgust to them. I watched fascinated, listening. I learned later they were called “Hippies” from my mother who said they were bad people that did not believe in God.

    But in the moment as I listened to them I heard things, I heard stories of hardship, tales of travel to parts unknown. Conversations that went on forever about “Drugs” which seemed to be a fixation for these folk. As I listened I noticed they laughed, they laughed with a sound so carefree and unattached I had never heard of it before. I had only known misery and death so far in this life, and except the gentle light that my Grandmother shed on me, I was afraid of the world. My mothers way of punishment was to threaten to take us to downtown Detroit and leave us there. I believe fears of abandonment grew from this behavior. But in this parking lot, the Hippies had gathered to try to rustle up some food, when one got enough money from panhandling, they would go inside and buy food and then bring it out to the rest where it was divided as far as it could go. I never had witnessed this kind of behavior I wondered why all of this was so special, I wondered why they were there and not in cars driving. I wondered why they had to ask for money and didn’t have it. I wondered why they smiled when everyone seemed so sad and preoccupied. I looked closer and saw some of their eyes. I saw something for the first time in my life. I saw a light that was not unique to them but burned within them. I saw a freedom a knowing, a sense of the divine. I also saw the exact opposite in the ones whose souls were enslaved by the world and who had succumb to hard drug use. But most of these explanations came later understood when I was at the very same crossoads. I was not equipped to understand this entirely. I only saw something so different from anything else in my environment, I just knew I wanted to be a part of it.

    I did something forbidden, I left the car. I wanted to see this up close, I wanted to find out what the meaning of it was. The same curiosity that drove me to read, pulled me into the energy that I only sensed.

    I walked out of the car, I locked it. You had to lock everything in Detroit, one of the first things my mother taught us. She taught us through fear, she made us fear and fear and fear. Thinking this was Gods way of making people behave. She was from post war Germany and raised in the slums of south Chicago, given up for adoption from her family. I will never be able to describe her Hell in this writing. In retrospect, I locked the car, because I never wanted to look back.

    Approaching the crowd the first thing I noticed was this woman, she had a beauty I could not understand having never seen it before, She smiled as warm as the sun and radiated laughter. Coming over she said hello to me, I was speechless. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair saying I was a beautiful boy. No one had ever done that to me, no one had ever just knelt and said I was beautiful, no one ever made me smile right away. I think it was the first time I fell in love with women. At such a young age, I was exposed to a love light that was so pure and unlike anything I had ever known before, I was just attracted to it immediately. For the rest of my life, I would always seek to bask in this light that this total stranger, a young hippie chick, just shed on me. I had lost much and this woman\girl in 5 minutes, changed everything I understood about love.

    She asked if I wanted to meet her friends, I didn’t know what to say, recalling my mothers warning of these godless people. She said it was OK and took my hand and led me over to where a group of them were sitting and one was playing a guitar, a magical instrument that I would love for the rest of my life. The other people there looked at me and as she lead me over, that same light in their eyes to a more or less of a degree. A man picked me up and looked in my face and remarked that I was as light as a feather, for the first time since my father died I got to ride on this young mans shoulders. He walked around and took me to his friends saying this is “Sam”. They would laugh and smile, touching me on this young mans shoulders, I started to giggle, I relaxed with them, someone gave me some chocolate and I just became an eye for a while, taking in the new mystery. Floating above their heads and watching a old but new way of human interaction. All of my circuits were on, my brain started creating a brand new shelf for many, many memories to come.

    Time had dilated and it seemed to be a little bit of heaven, I was accepted as who I was, a young curious, smiling boy. It was so fortunate that these were gentle freaks, it may have been something so different, it could have been my worst mistake. Children disappeared all of the time and were found dead in bad places. I understood my mothers reasons to fear and I bought into them as the only reality there was.
    But these sweet people were harmless, later, reflecting on this as an older person, I came to understand and accept that the universe had saved me, the universe or “God”, wanted me to learn and see something. I was to realize that all of life was not to die, but to shine brilliant for a brief time, defying the state of mind that said we could not. I learned that the biggest gift you could give anyone in this life had no substance.

    This encounter ended badly for me, but the seeds had been planted and grew and eventually took over the garden in my mind. My mother came out of the store, she saw the car empty and started looking around in a panic, she started screaming for me, the girl who had brought me into this circle of people looked at me and took my hand, she said, “It is time to go now, your mamma’s calling you, remember to always be happy, when you grow up you can do anything you want to”. I remember these words to this day, they were symbolic on many levels, they dictated many of my decisions, they taught me to see love in women, my mother would never be able to show me.

    I walked to the car, my mother saw me and I saw many emotions go through her face, I saw relief, panic, anger. She grabbed my hand and in front of everyone in the parking lot, in front of these beautiful strangers and in front of God himself. She beat me until I cried, threw me in the car, we did not live far and when she got home I was beaten more and sent to my room screaming without food. I refused to talk for days, I went to the Christian school I was in and refused to talk. The teachers knew something had happened but did not know and I would not speak of it, not understanding myself.

    For a very long time I thought of this and for the longest of time I could not rectify the difference of these people who had shown me unconditional love from the type of painful love and fear that came from my home life. The seeds were planted, For all of my youth, I could not wait to find this light again. I had only been exposed to it for a very short time yet it was something that had a profound, lasting effect on me. I became a hippie, I became by nature, counter-culture and a free thinker. I became rebellious and acted out of rage against the prison I was put in by people who thought it was for my own good. On my papers in class, I drew figures of long haired kids with signs protesting. I saw images of these people on the news and again caught glimpses of that special light that changed me in an instant. I dreamed of running away and living in the woods and being with nature. I continued to withdraw into the world of books and surrounded myself in a fortress of words until I was able to finally break free eight years later.

    The moments went on into many directions filled with light and dark. Many other moments were places in time that galvanized me and plotted the course in my life. My only use in this life other than working for someone elses crimes was to try to bring people to see a light of the love that was introduced to me in a few minutes. In all of my relationships, I tried to get back to this serene, calm and pure love light. Not many places in this world have it anymore and I feels so sorry for those who have never experienced it. For this type of love, is all we are here to learn. To have it, to give it and to realize that all of sadness is due to its lack.

    I learned more of the love that Christ brought to us in his teachings in about twenty minutes than I did in twenty years of religious schooling. I think that once you feel this, you are never the same and you can have this, on your own. You can find and share this love light within or without a church or any type of organized religion for that matter.

    Many people get shown the light in many different situations and circumstances. To this day I wonder what that innocuous group of hippies came to. I actually, sadly know what. I do not believe they knew what they did to me by sharing that one Pivotal Moment with me.

    TBC
    (SG2014)