It's a 6 hour
Youtube
Mozart mix

Yes I need my classical fix!

This life
Is some kind
Of tragedy I think

Once I ****** right
In the sink

Wandering here
Wandering there

And who really gives a care

Reading about Camu
And the absurd

I embrace the absurdity
Of it all

And from my Christian perspective
I believe man has had a great fall

From His purpose the Creator intended
So divine
This little light inside
(Im going to let it shine)

The problem is
I just don't care
About the American way

American dollars
Are ****** worthless
Okay!

And so I refuse to work
At some type of job

I think I will sit in my room
And sob

Life is a problem
Don't you know

Some softcore
Pornographic images
On the computer screen

Lustful indulgences
Fail to satisfy it seems

That woman I saw
In That old school 80's ****
What a *****!

I wear the same
Sweatshirt

About everyday
Just forget fashion,
Okay?

Shelter, food and water
Is what I need
I am not filled with greed

I don't need the Mercedes SUV
That guzzles gas
Yes indeed, I think I will pass

A nation of consumers
Programmed to consume

We ruin our environment
This will be our doom

If it was up to me
I will drain those
Huge swimming pools
Of every friggin'
Celebrity

Those massive homes
In the Hollywood hills
Waste a ton of H20

California is in
An extreme drought
Don't you know?

And all that space
Is a waste too

Humans ruin their
Natural environment
And this makes me
Quite blue :(

The Works of Edgar Allan Poe
Take This Kiss Upon THE Brow!
AND IN Parting From YOU NOW
Thus Much LET ME Avow-
YOU ARE NOT Wrong, WHO Dream
That MY Days Have Been A Dream
YET IF Hope HAS Flown Away
IN A Night OR IN A DAY
IN A Vision OR IN None
IS IT Therefore THE Less Gone?
ALL That WE SEE OR Seem
IS BUT A Dream Within A Dream.

I Stand Amid THE Roar
OF A Surf Tormented Shore
AND I Hold Within MY Hand
Grains OF THE Golden Sand
HOW FEW! YET They Creep
Through MY Fingers TO THE Deep
While I Weep- While I Weep
O Goodness! CAN I NOT Grasp
Them With A Tighter Clasp
O Goodness! CAN I NOT Save
ONE From THE Pitiless Wave?
IS ALL That WE SEE OR Seem
A Dream Within A Dream?

Written BY : Edgar Allan POE

A hot toddy…a hot bath
Is the way she drew me home
To the steamy waters of love
All covered with foam

My Nymph of Nysa in white garments as tight as skin
Revealed piercing and protruding ******* within

With these bedazzled ******* all a glow
She led me to her fountains below

“Lay in my waters so I may bestow
Oil to your muscles from crown to toe”

Though weary from tumultuous day
Healing hands restored strength vigor to play

“Are you able Captain to fill my folds
So I may howl like the Sirens of old?”

Rising like Poseidon out of the surf
I placed her on my four columned berth

Opening wide her ivory legs she called for my girth
“Come, My Captain unload your treasures and bring forth great mirth”

A hot toddy…a hot bath
Is the way she drew me home
To the steamy waters of love
All covered with foam

Attentive student of the songs of birds,
    No beakèd beast hath e'er more sweetly trill'd
A pair of notes or call'd in major thirds
    Or minor with musicality more skill'd.
Adaptive linguist, practic'd in the tongue  
    Of wingèd feather'd creatures, thou hast writ
Into "The Birdsong Songbook" songs unsung
    By birds which yet harmoniously fit.
And though the book began in higher throats
    Diversely tun'd by Nature's artful hand
Ere measur'd were the times and tones of notes,
    (Which often rest them now upon a stand),
Its finest lines (o'er which I now do rave)
Witness thy penmanship on every stave.

^ ^

the thing about me is that i am a dreamer
i imagine far away coasts and stormy seas
in my bed while listening to fantasia on greensleeves

i imagine i have it all
being charmed by the prince of the renaissance
a forbidden love between big and small
in my bed listening to 12 danzas: oriental

but i suppose time is fading for us dreamers

the coasts are fading and the storms will reign

for we learn to remember

they are only dreams and dreams will come again

Hope!

In the far off land of Dae-han-min-guk, on a brand new day.

An angel's fingers dance and prance on the ivories.,
So confident the way she plays.

Like magic! Sending the gift of music to me flying though time and space.,

The music flowed out of the piano like birds singing good morning new day,

Amazingly!

Thousands of piano notes,
Filled with elegance and charm travel to my ears.,

This angel sent to me a gift of hope today.,

I have never heard or seen such a wondrous thing,
I must be traveling through a beautiful dream...


© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers float above a river of piano keys,
Fingers play music that sounds sweeter than bird's song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

God sends His glory of song to these fingers.
Fingers play with much love and devotion for God,
Fingers battle summer's Cicada hum and afternoon fatigue.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers of mystery; which bring light, hope and peace to all.
Fingers accept the challenge of writing new song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

While sitting here one sunny day
my favourite music started to play
It started soft and grew in sound
when the ***** boomed around
Emotions running high and low
while the sound of music ran its show
The sound of brass echoes through
with string quartet making things anew
The concert hall is filled with tone
chilling you right to the bone
the audience goes wild at the end of the show
and maestro conductor takes his bow
for the encore there's the sound of Bach
the audience leaves for now it is dark!