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

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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.

On a couch of red leather I lie flat.
The room is lined with crystals,
the corners green with ferns.

I close my eyes.
He speaks aloud his prayer
to call protection over us.

White light filters through my aura,
rainbow colours flood my chakras,
gold light spins a mesh cocooning me.

Seventeen small things
rise and leave my field
with very little persuasion.

He supports my head
as I gather my breath and blow them
back to the Great Light.

Then the dragon goes.
At first I feel its reluctance,
but it listens and is convinced.

He reads its rights
and limitations.
I feel it weigh the options and decide.

I am a free will being. It must not stay
if I refuse it lodging.
It leaves with surprising ease.

The pain of previous occasions
doesn’t happen. I feel clear
and tired.