"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe(read by Tom O'Bedlam)

 From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view— Music: Silvio Pfiffner - Nyctalgia Video: João Fernandes ( GCLO ) Legal Alien - Inviewer

Moby - LA 3 ( Long ambients ) ROYALTY FREE MUSIC

Moby ‎– Long Ambients 1: Calm. Sleep. Genre: Electronic Style: Ambient, Drone Year: 2016 Long Ambients 1: Calm. Sleep. is the twelfth studio album by American electronica musician Moby. It was released on February 25, 2016, as a free download on his Little Pine restaurant Web site and his own Web site. The album consists of around four hours of recordings Moby produced for his own personal listening, and which he subsequently made available for downloading and streaming, without cost or licensing.

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Jim Morrison Poetry (Thank you ho Lord,for the white blind light)

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Visions of the daughters of Albion ( extract from plate six )

"Why does my Theotormon sit weeping upon the threshold,

And Oothoon hovers by his side, perswading him in vain?

I cry, 'Arise O Theotormon, for the village dog

Barks at the breaking day, the nightingale has done lamenting,

The lark does rustle in the ripe corn, and the Eagle returns

From nightly prey, and lifts his golden beak to the pure east,

Shaking the dust from his immortal pinions to awake

The sun that sleeps too long. Arise my Theotormon, I am pure;

Because the night is gone that clos'd me in its deadly black.'

They told me that the night day were all that I could see;

They told me that I had five senses to inclose me up,

And they inclos'd my infinite brain into a narrow circle,

And sunk my heart into the Abyss, a red round globe hot burning,

Till all from life I was obliterated and erased.

Instead of morn arises a bright shadow, like an eye

In the eastern cloud, instead of night a sickly charnel house,

That Theotormon hears me not! to him the night and morn

Are both alike: a night of sighs, a morning of fresh tears;

Poem: William Blake ( 28/11/1757 - 12/08/1827 )Reading: Dudley SuttonMusic: Wappenbund - FriedaVideo: João Fernandes ( GCLO ) Legal Alien - Inviewer

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Freddie Mercury sings in Portuguese - A pilinha ( My teenie weenie )

My favorite passage of the Bible - love is patient, love is kind...

This is my favorite passage of the Bible; I like many others but, this one is my absolute fav.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 

If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. 

Love is patient, love is kind,

love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 

it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 

Love never ends. 

As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. 

When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known. 

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

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Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953




Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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She walks in beauty - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!