Soft Rock Music
Old and New
No social media
Fan or Air conditioning on
Cold drinks standng by in great Thermos
Phones silenced
Hugs that go into the night
Amazing and loving moments
Easy and gentle

God I can't wait to go to
Heaven
Any day you call me to go to
Heaven
I Will be ready to go heaven
I know that you will send
Your Angel down from heaven
To get me
And he will carry me
In his wing
Also when we will reach heaven
The Angel will knock on heaven's
Door
And God will open the door
For us to get in
And in heaven, I will sleep in
My brass bed
Every night

half way to paradise
half way to hell

a right turn here
a left turn there

love is radical
a choice made.

it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.

Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
     Do not stand
          By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

No bars on the windows.
No locks on the doors.
No reason to stay here.
No way I’m ever leaving.

If I am to die any time soon
Please, lord, let it be on a Sunday afternoon;
Let it be 15 degrees with a slight breeze;
Let it be under a soft sky with a purple hue;
Let it put an end to me feeling so blue;
As the aeroplane trails fade out of sight,
Let the blackbird song lull me into night.