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    2015 - 04.09

    God’s not exclusive, no religion owns him. (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.

    2015 - 04.09

    If you paid for it…You endorsed it. (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 04.09

    NSA……..No Security Anymore………..(SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 04.01

    “When I get cut emotionally, I bleed words.” (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote.

    2015 - 03.08

    “Gray hairs are party invitations from Death”  (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 03.01

    “I took my greatest gift and hurt what I loved the most with it”.

     

    (SG2015)

    Slow Motion Fall

    2015 - 02.22

    After you have run with youth

    A longtime lover in your life

    You find yourself changed

    Walking away from the immaculate moment.

     

    Things start to look different to you

    The tree of your existence changes

    Colors spin and you shed your leaves

    Leaving you naked in the winter of your life.

     

    Time starts to run away from you

    Going so fast, you can’t keep up

    And you trip on obstacles you never saw before

    Hanging on to the moment.

     

    And your slow motion fall cannot be stopped

    Entropy waits with open arms

    Your possessions and loved ones

    Are torn from your grasp.

     

    Oh to stop the clock just once

    Even for a little time

    Give you some space to think

    Time to make new rhymes.

     

    (SG2015)

     

    On A Quiet Night.

    2015 - 02.22

    One a quite night, you can hear the outdoors

    Which is usually drowned out by the sounds of spinning wheels

    By day, cars form a monotonous noise

    Numbing my brain.

     

    On a quiet night, in the city, you can hear sirens

    Like ring wraiths screaming, searching for the one ring

    Somebody is in trouble

    Who knows what tomorrow brings?

     

    On a quiet night you can hear the past

    Going on and on about things that no longer matter

    Don’t mean a thing, never has

    I hope life treats you well.

     

    On a quiet night, you don’t hear the cops

    Who are fishing and killing

    And they won’t stop

    Until somebody stops them.

     

    On a quiet night, you have dreams

    Past, present and future

    Rolled up in a ball of mirrors

    Imitating real life.

     

    On a quiet night, the fire burns low

    And for a short time, there are no worries

    All is as it should be in your little world

    Hang on to this moment, you will need it later.

     

    On a quiet night lovers dare

    To appear naked and vulnerable

    Showing their love for each other

    In the shadows of the night.

     

    On a quiet night I remember

    All the things I have been

    Everything I ever wanted

    And all my destined dreams.

     

    On a quiet night, the Poet labors

    In the silence that surrounds him

    In the morning, he will be gone

    Leaving words like footprints in the snow.

     

    (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 02.20

    ” If you are a writer and do not fulfill your hearts desire and write; Life will pile up behind this dam you put on your creativity and you will become undone, a monster of various proportions”.

     

    (SG2015)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 02.10

    “…..did I just hear the doctor say I have to treat myself differently because I’m aging?…………………..Really?……Fingers in ears. LALALALA”!

     

    (SG2015)

    A Castro Street Bar

    2015 - 02.09

    I see you sitting at the Castro Street bar,

    Drinking to change your paradigm

    As you drink you slide down into your seat

    As the alcohol loosens your spine.

    Why are you here?

    You’re supposed to be on the wagon.

    Not pulling it.

    I see in your eyes and in your face

    You’d do anything to get out of this place

    From this point it seems so unfair

    And the bottom of the glass has caught your stare.

    Underneath the buzz you have planned

    What to do when you escape this land.

    You’ll leave the man who loves you the most.

    But that’s not the point or the view.

    You must go somewhere to find your health

    And to it be true.

    Where you go from that point in time

    Will be up to you.

    Back to the butterfly that you are

    Flying so free, what will you be?

    And everyone will see your beauty Shine.

    What will you do with your new found time?

    (SG2012)

    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2015 - 01.27

    “Poetry, I’m not in it for my health”. (SG2015)

    Poetic Solitude

    2015 - 01.27

    I have reached into the darkness

    Walked all over Escher like stairs

    Not finding any direction home

    I finally, just stopped.

     

    Looking around the blackness

    The stars are just out of my reach

    The light tinkles laughter  on the horizon

    Teasing me to try again.

     

    And I have found peace

    Far from the multitudes

    Away from the roaring noise

    The view here is indescribable.

     

    I hit the ground running

    Running my whole life

    From the threats that inflict damage

    And bring me constant strife.

     

    I refuse to run anymore

    Not giving up my soul, my time

    For some false trinket of security

    Or the illusion of freedom.

     

    I live with myself in pure silence

    Happy to be at arms distance

    Laying lonely in the bed of forgotten dreams.

    Gracefully acknowledging futility.

     

    And the never ending dust

    Covers the decay of my life

    Smothering me with what ifs

    And what it should be like.

     

    No longer dodging, evading

    Now just watching the river of life

    From a safe distance

    Gathering some sense of peace.

     

    I cannot open their eyes

    Only, live a quiet example

    With each breath, unwinding

    Slowly, back into the night.

     

    (SG2015)

     

     

     

     

    Word Salad

    2015 - 01.26

    Intrinsic sun battled the 23 degree tilt of a planet off its center

    Echoes of distant lemmings running to ruin

    With the rich business man waving the checkered flag

    TV waves once free in the air, captured by snarling cable companies

    Just how good a slave are you?

    Your rights as free men taken away

    And sold back to you at an obscene price.

     

    Bellowing madness, leaving the sadness

    You repeat the song virus in your head

    Over and over until it is shoved away

    Galloping ghosts tear at your dreams

    And you awake to the weight  of your daily fears

    Slippery rock of truth, rolls over and crushes expectations

    And it’s one more day to push through.

     

    (SG2015)

     

     

    I Can’t Remember.

    2015 - 01.25

     

    One foggy morning, that’s all

    Another day, same gray pall.

    Seems my mind has come undone

    Yesterdays over, tomorrow hasn’t begun.

     

    I sit in a deep cloudy trance

    Can’t get up and join the dance.

    I feel stuck, sorta’ in between

    I look at the day what does it mean?

     

    So much has happened in my small life

    Populated with incidences and strife.

    But as the days go by, I feel somewhat numb

    I forgot where I came from.

     

    I can’t remember, no I can’t recall

    Hardly anything, anything at all.

     

    The first dream was to get free

    And chase the schemes I did see.

    I saw too much, that can be said

    Deep into the mist, I was led.

     

    Surrounded by the whispering trees

    That seem to know more than me.

    I sit quietly on a rock

    Trying to pick my minds lock.

     

    What was it that you said?

    Tell me again, refresh my head.

    What was the journey’s goal?

    Seems like madness took its toll.

     

    I can’t remember, no I can’t recall

    Hardly anything, anything at all.

     

    I’m so deep, into shades of black

    Stole my memories, I want them back.

    I must feel my own way  home

    I stand up, my body moans.

     

    Is this something that comes with age?

    In the audience now, not on the stage

    No longer calling the shots

    Suffering the same fate as Lot.

     

    Please tell me, make me understand

    Why I no longer hear the band.

    What was that thing called my youth?

    Was anything learned, is there any truth?

     

    I can’t remember, no I can’t recall

    Hardly anything, anything at all.

    (SG2015)

    An Unfinished Story

    2015 - 01.25

     

    Long Distance time went by so fast

    We weathered storms that didn’t last.

    I spent my time spinning words and rhymes

    Wanting to to touch your face, all of the time.

     

    And bring you some April flowers

    In a gentle space that was ours.

    But life stepped in and drove us apart

    With all the things that can break your heart.

     

    It was such a brief bright flame

    And love in my soul still remains

    Now your life is tightly locked

    My ship, has been dashed on the rocks.

     

    And the time of life never stands still

    Even, with all my will

    What had to be, will be

    You got better, now you’re free.

     

    I still dream of all the good times

    That your smile put in my mind.

    As I walked through Hell screaming

    Of you, I kept dreaming.

     

    In the beginning, I saw our end

    My Angel, Heaven sent

    We were both broken

    Reluctant eyes were opened.

     

    We had the folly that lovers dare

    And now your so scared

    I didn’t mean, to chase you away

    And now, it’s another day.

     

    Back into life, I was tossed

    Paying such a dear cost.

    I didn’t mean to make you cry

    Or sit alone and sigh .

     

    Someday, we both may laugh

    And separate the wheat from the chaff

    Smiling in a new day

    Finally finding our own ways

    Again…………

    (SG2015)

    Samuel Gold Commentary

    2015 - 01.24

    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 end of 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.

    (A Poet PSA)

     

    (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary

    2015 - 01.24

    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 the way 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, 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 they carried it with 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 the explanations came later. I was not equipped to understand them entirely. I only saw something so different from anything else in my environment, I just knew I wanted to be a part of that.

    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.

    Approaching the crowd the first thing I noticed was the 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, 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.

    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, they 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 was exposed in a very short time to something that had a profound effect on me. I became a hippy, 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 else’s crimes was to try to bring people to see a light of 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 never experienced. 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 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)

     

    Stellar Seas

    2015 - 01.13

    A winter day, but the sun came back
    To dance for a while before turning black.
    My mind is just starting to compose
    Some kind of new, typical prose.
    I hear a sound coming from over the hill
    A silent train is moving and another one still.
    Can’t keep my mind from drifting away
    Check my tether, I don’t want to stray.
    It’s all too much, yes indeed I see
    And it ain’t got nothin’ to do with me.

    Drifting now, in skies of Blue
    Half belongs to me and half belongs to you.
    I can’t tell you when, but I can tell you why
    Stop those tears, you don’t have to cry.
    Somewhere on the sea is where you’ll find me
    Escaping the invisible prison that I see.
    No longer held, no longer in the sway
    Floating free getting, outa’ the way
    On one hand I can count all I know
    The clock keeps spinning but time is so slow.

    Long past the point of turning back
    Keep going forward, adjust my tack
    Move the sails, pull the rudder in
    A brand new course to now  begin
    I got the strength, but I don’t have the time
    It has to work, It has to rhyme.
    Other ships are on this course
    I’m shouting Hail! Until my voice is hoarse
    But they cannot hear, the waves are too strong
    Hands are getting numb from holding on.

    Now in some eddy, away from the rocks
    I see many doors, but they are all locked.
    Keep on going, in uncharted seas
    Hoping that fortune smiles on me.
    And again, the skies are so Blue
    Showing me more, than I ever knew
    Ricochet between brand new days
    I just keep trying, there is a way.
    Steer by stars whispering sounds
    Pray that you live to say what you’ve found.

    (SG2015)

    The Moon We Both See

    2014 - 12.19

    Been out to sea for so long, drifting to and fro

    Weathered hurricanes that no one saw

    My course, plotted by sun and stars

    Zig Zagging through life with an uncertain destination.

     

    I hope we both look at the same moon.

    While it hangs in the sky above us

    Like each other, out of reach but still influencing

    Beaming love through different skies.

     

    The waves slapping at my boat

    Echoes of your laughter fills my dreams

    I toss and turn in the night

    Then awake to another day.

     

    I know dry land is near

    For I have seen the birds

    Flying on the edge of their perimeters

    The sorrow filled cries of the gulls reminds me of what’s missing.

     

    The sailing must continue, for I am closer

    To the end, than the beginning

    The helm bows left and right

    And the sparkle on the water is a perfect reflection of your eyes.

     

    So many ports where the ways of the world

    Gallup frantically, back and forth on the horizon

    Each is different, Each one beckons.

    A lot of water has passed under this boat.

     

    And no one hears my tears

    Which will one day raise the ocean

    And over power my small life

    With the fate of lovers who stare at the same moon.

     

    (SG2014)