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