Paris Burning

What rare creature, elusive and pure?
Dear Mary, what trickery is this?
For such a pristine nymph to cross my path;
Special find, indeed, as an observer
Of Beauty’s presence— Oh, fleeting butterfly,
Stay within my grasp.
Travel not beyond my reach,
Lest I must seek your preservation.
To pierce Innocence without taint is impossible,
So Sweet, dream not and avoid the hunt.
Be wary of knights giving free protection;
I am the sole guardian—keeper and collector.
Only time may alter this role of Preciousness.
Remain unfazed by ticking clocks
And stay unharmed by prowling beasts, dear Mary,
Or my reach may be all you know.

New USA

Survive the fall of mankind,
resign to crawl over the line,
decline to neglect most precious in my mind,
I still have a heart, I still have a spine,
and in this part, of history so dark,
of grim cowardness I provide a spark,
to weary vagabonds I secure this hope,
to any one falling I regain the rope,
and spot there way to a new regime,
full of promises of undying dreams,
open to suggestions and beliefs,
where is isn’t a crime to smoke a leaf,
and with the money made from the sales,
will provide food and shelter and free health,
spread the wealth, what do you say?
We need a true free land, a new USA

To buy a house, you must bid
enough that the seller feels pride–
not just equanimity, but like he’s won.

It costs you nothing (but your hard-won
cash) to place that kind of a bid,
provided you can swallow your pride.

I say, let the seller have his pride,
when in truth all he’s actually won
is an evaluation of the past; you bid

forward; you bid on future pride; you won.

Saul Nadatas last blog post..The Buyer’s Prayer

Photo Gallery

Frozen;
To look at one’s self;
Cemented;
You come in;
The loving;
The prize;
In front of me;
Singing;

The next;
Your dance
To step;
A hex;
In time;
You’re still;
Movement absorbs me;
Fine;

Step aside;
Some one talks;
Silence broken;
Thoughts stride;
Life is still;
Time stopped;
Beauty exults;
My soul in fill;

A statue of steal;
Screaming;
Almost alive;
Feel;
Bring forth;
The next turn;
A corner;
Art and more;

Exhilarating;
Pounding heart;
Emotions;
Not just a fling;
Everlasting flight;
Yearning;
Craving;
As beautiful as night;

I want more;
Can you feel it;
I dig deeper;
I soar;
Smile;
Frowns;
Indifference;
Beauties;

Feelings mixed;
Confusing thoughts;
Racing;
Bodies fixed;
Pictures move;
Yet unshaken;
Tricks never play;
I’m soothed.

In this one I felt as though I got out what I feel when I enter an art show.

Keeping Silence

My thoughts collide;
Expressions melt;
Bringing in fear;
My heart had felt;
Arising nausea;
Hurting pain;
Falling starts;
My clothes they stain;

Why am I here?
Who do I seek?
My clothes in all;
Fall to my feet;
All sounds drown out;
My hearing at halt;
Everything gone;
Closed in a vault;

Hearing impaired;
I like it this way;
No one to heart;
No “games” to play;
Faces melt;
Port holes close;
All these minutes;
Suddenly frozen;

A dark room;
Within it I lay;
Breathing slow;
Black and gray;
A window I seek;
Noises they’ve stayed;
I wanna kill you;
I want to blow you away;

I take a deep breath;
I blow hard;
You scream;
As you float afar;
Bye noise;
Bye all to you who suck;
I’ll never like you;
Goodbye all that muck;

I’m bondaged in shackles;
Made of memory;
My life;
I will never see;
I’m nothing to you;
So keep away;
My body, soul and mind;
I’ll keep at bay;

I like my life;
Without you in it;
Me and others;
Just don’t fit;
I don’t want you to know;
Anything about me;
All you people;
I really don’t need;

My experiences stay;
I read them all;
Who needs to know?
The feeling in which you fall;
I know what there like;
All weasels and pest;
I hate the lot;
And all the rest;

I curl up in the corner;
Arms around my knees;
My flesh and hair;
The rats they feed;
Pist in psyche mode;
I cringe at that;
I ate that one, this one;
To the last rat;

Blood dies in my mouth;
My cloths they stenched;
Silence is reached;
No thanks to a wench;
The noise maker;
Humming in my ear;
You think you got me;
But I killed all I used to fear;

You brought them to me;
Thinking I’d fall;
But you all the one;
In hell you crawl;
Skin inflamed;
I feel the heat;
My heart aches;
With every hit in beat;

No noise around;
The hell with you;
I take in breaths;
But only a few;
I killed you all;
Not a chirp in shock distance;

I lift my head;
Sun shines through;
Hits the floor;
With thick morning dew;
Mold is growing;
Filling my nostrils;
It grows in my skin;
My body it fills;

How long have I been here?
How long have I stayed?
I’ve been held down;
My life faded;
Where to go?
Forward I guess;
Why do I care?
All you want is the best;

I hear the mold;
I crawls up my spine;
Up my neck;
And down a fine line;
I still sit here;
I will not move;
My life alone;
Becomes anew;

Not only silence;
But everything else;
The one that kills;
And all that sells;
I pray to God;
For all that you make;
For this night in silence;
For my soul to take.