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    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2014 - 09.21

    “Sometimes you don’t get to choose, sometimes you have to dance to the music that’s playing”.


    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2014 - 09.21

    “Sometimes the music stops, then you must grab a chair”.



    Future Tripping

    2014 - 09.21

    I was warned about this, running ahead in the game to the end of the beginning.
    Postulating all of the what ifs, wondering about outcomes of my actions
    Worrying about the ramifications of what I have done, the falseness imposed.
    The path I was forced onto because of the lies of others.

    The longest year throwing off the yoke, the chains, escaping the prison
    The man made prison, that I stumbled into, the quenching of my fire.
    And the anger, a beast that I tamed and put to work for my salvation
    Who bites and chaffs at the bridle I put on its flaming head.

    Alone now, surrounded by my failures, missed chances, lost time.
    My soul stands free in the rubble of my previous existence
    I am free, but I am alone. Surrounded by saccharine smiles
    No one really cares, they are staring at ghosts of my broken past.

    As my life gradually wore down and time ran from my fingertips
    My time alone is a constant factor, I must love myself before I can love life.
    People are just a figment of the imagination, something no longer real to me
    There are many labels for this state of mind, some real, some not quite.

    I look at my hand before my face, It has aged suddenly and I watch time run
    Time, the only real constant, shows me the skeleton that my hand will be
    At the end of the path, ashes to ashes, The river of time erodes all of me
    Pain becomes the only indication of life, all else is numb.

    I will not speak openly of this, it scares the young and the falsely happy
    It creates the distance that I so openly embrace, between myself and love
    Between the forgotten times and the times that are yet to come
    But having glimpsed the end, there is no  hurry.


    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2014 - 09.17

    “Every day there is some new word, every day some new thing, every day a new face. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? That is why life is good, no matter where you are, it will change. What a great excuse to stay with it. Passionate curiosity rules the divine moment”.


    Put The Songs On

    2014 - 09.16

    It’s creeping towards midnight, I am alone in my house

    Yeah, friends just me and the Beatles and the Stones

    Then maybe some of that good old Grateful Dead.

    I have a million poems to write, places to be led

    The words jostling in my head trying to be first

    But I have these empty feelings, don’t know which is worse.


    It is dark in the room and the LED lamps glow.

    This year was so fast and now it is so slow.

    I always come back here somewhere in my mind

    Listening to music, lost in past times.

    I can take loneliness, I can take the fears

    But it is hard to stand alone when no one else is near.


    It’s the old music, that comes into play

    It’s the old music, that speaks for me today

    In the darkness, I can recall the reasons again

    Plotting what to do, up around the next bend.

    The crickets chirp, my past swims in my brain

    Remembering  times times long ago, fading like a gentle rain






    I Talk To Myself

    2014 - 09.11

    I talk to myself often now
    There isn’t anyone to hear
    Whispering words loud and soft
    No ones ever near.

    I talk to myself because it’s lonely
    Standing on the edge of the sea
    Wishing for the company of others
    But yearning to be free.

    I talk to myself because I am alone
    Been this way a long, long time
    Seeking the company of strangers
    Writing all my rhymes.

    I talk to myself to remember
    All the things in my head
    No one’s left to remind me
    No, not a single friend.

    I talk to myself because I pay attention
    Listening to my inner voice
    For in my time I have found wisdom
    Often, my only choice.

    I talk to myself because I’m crazy
    Really, Really on a crazy ride
    Often I am left clinging
    To sanity all of the time.

    I talk to myself because I worry
    That something will get away
    Finding my thoughts are scattered
    Leaving with nothing to say.

    I talk to myself because
    Soon there will be a chance
    I’ll get myself together
    And get back to the dance.



    2014 - 09.09

    Alive, swallowed by death
    Please just one more breathe
    I owe it to them God, forget about me
    I no longer matter, it is just that one life
    I need to touch, I need to feel laughter
    The ship is coming in hot
    Flames at the shields
    Dear God, spare the crew
    It was me who made them believe
    Made them buy into the madness
    Just let them go on, you know who I mean
    I stand in a shadow of myself
    No time, no life, no wealth
    I can be alone, but find them all their happiness
    You and I will work this out in Hell.
    I will see you soon….