What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
......
I.
I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be---
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,---I claim
......
ON the Sabbath-day,
Through the churchyard old and gray,
Over the crisp and yellow leaves I held my rustling way;
And amid the words of mercy, falling on my soul like balms,
'Mid the gorgeous storms of music--in the mellow organ-calms,
'Mid the upward-streaming prayers, and the rich and solemn psalms,
I stood careless, Barbara.
My heart was otherwhere,
While the organ shook the air,
......
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.
......
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
......
Fingers dance on ivory roads,
a melody in midnight codes.
He plays what no one dares to say,
and makes the silence drift away.
A glass half full,a heart half gone-
he tells our stories,note by note,
then fades into the final song,
the one that keeps us all afloat.
#!/usr/bin/env python3
#if love is sharing the now, then
# -*- coding: utf-8 -*-
# magnetism is something else.
#spirituality is not religion or about region, and neither about french legion of honor.
def love_her():
rhythm = False
her_moves = {"dance": "none", "sex": "algorithm"}
......
From Chopin's diary, through my eyes
So calm, gentle and tender is the night
though there's no moon, stars or the faintest light
my heart wells never as before in such longing and sorrow
let my music tell my heartbreak-story though I know
love , the love of my life, will not once gain return
while my feelings within me so grievously burn
at this hour so bereft and solemn as I write my Nocturne
......
Let the rain fall on me
It will hide the tears
Like that song from Motown
I know who sang it
But I felt akin to it
For we are both from Detroit
I wish I could just wait
In the rain
And cleanse my sadness away
Like the song says
......
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