On Decadence

On Decadence

Decadence Unveiled:

 

I know who you are

 

I know why you came

 

It’s either out of your vanity or out of your shame

 

You wish to pose and show all your wares

 

You, me and ‘the ghost’ know there’s no soul left in there

 

But, go on inside, after all, you’ve arrived

 

Like Hotel California, pink champagne is on ice

 

Do come in, imbibe and consume

 

The Master’s chambers, you’ll find, are brimming with tunes

 

As you smile at your host and wish him great cheer

 

Devil knows what’s really brought you here

 

I’ve observed and even tried to admire you

 

But could find nothing but liars in the lot of you

 

In the end you sided with fear, with vanity, materiality

 

Wasted the dear, sanity, philanthropy

 

I don’t, for the record, place myself above you

 

I do hope somehow you might come to love you

 

And when you do, you’ll see it all as a sham

 

And perhaps you’ll understand why I am as I am.

 

 

-Natalia Rose

 

A Poem for Valentine’s Day

A Poem for Valentine’s Day

Spirit of Valentine’s Day

 

Here is a bit of poetic musing to celebrate a new era of love — the high-romance that we can catch a glimpse of among balanced, sovereign beings:

 

At the height of the magic, the wings all have sprouted; taking flight right on time, right on key
And yet, while there is bliss and deep peacefulness,
How lovely if you’d fly with me

 

The heart is a gateway and we are all things
No more cages, no trappings, no masks
What once was all crass, is now clear and so vast
So, it is in this spirit, I ask…

 

Should the fullness surge through you and wish to be shared
Should it be natural to reach for my hand,
There is no divide – not time, space or land
Should our quickened hearts call to be paired

 

To know you’ve overcome, over-ruled, over- run
All the shadows, like an obstacle course
There, powerfully, you stand with sweet love in your hand
Rising to expand into Source

 

But to dance, fly, touch, kiss, joined with this other,
Given all you’ve mutually discovered,
Clear as day, point of fact (or I’ll eat my hat),
Innocence-lost must be finally deemed recovered.

 

Here we may stand, taking joy in the sight
that we’ve managed to recover our light;
Walked through the valley of the shadow of death —
even in the absence of oxygen, drawn breath!

 

And yet, while the view is quite fine, finally.
How lovely if you’d fly with me

 

-Natalia Rose