Touch me deep...

scheherazade_79 said:
Is being touched musically allowed?

I was trying to download something completely different when I stumbled across Karen Carpenter singing Ave Maria. What a find! :) :rose:
The thought of it sends shivers down my spine - I love Karen Carpenter.

I never thought of this before, but her beautiful voice had a quality that Patsy Cline defined, which is the ability to reach down deep into your being and wrench out the emotion. This came through even with all the cutesy-pop instrumentals and accompaniements in most Carpenter's songs. Wow - KC does Ave - please share! That will be touching, and in my book belongs here.
:rose:
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
The thought of it sends shivers down my spine - I love Karen Carpenter.

I never thought of this before, but her beautiful voice had a quality that Patsy Cline defined, which is the ability to reach down deep into your being and wrench out the emotion. This came through even with all the cutesy-pop instrumentals and accompaniements in most Carpenter's songs. Wow - KC does Ave - please share! That will be touching, and in my book belongs here.
:rose:

It's not the Mozart Ave Maria, but it's beautiful. I'm on Yahoo as romantic_sunrise. Hook up with me and I'll send it to you over messenger. Alternatively you could just pm me your email address :rose:
 
And I don't know
How you show
Such gentle disregard
For the ugly in me
That I see
That for so long
I took so hard
 
]"Celebrate, revel, enjoy, party, live!" They're just dumb flowers so they don't finish the thought, but I do: "For winter will come and this will be but a memory, so fill the cup to the brim and drink deep today!"

- Roxelby
 
The words may have been whispered and failed to come out right, but the look in her eyes when she spoke was more than enough.
 
I hold out my hand
and you take it
you trust me
and know I will help
there is no judgement
no strings attached
its just my hand
holding yours
pulling you up when you are down
grasping tighter when you start to slip
reassuring when you doubt
and never letting go.​
 
The Soul unto itself: Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –

Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe
 
he used to touch me
with the most gentle
touch ever known
to man. now
he roams life and sets
his sights for fresher
meat.

I could tell you
of stolen moments in time
mountains that have tasted
snow, felt the cold inside out
while fishing in deep water
ponds with bait as big
as his prick.

Oh what a deep story that is, one
which cast spells and lures in
the blind.

My heart has been broken
forsaken, as pieces drop and shatter
for he is
... was i guess I have to say now,
my one true love.

the man who spoke to my heart
with love, blinders off, no rose
glasses
could cover the spell
binding feeling
of such love that still, I melt
with a thought
of him.

yes, he touched me
deeper than any other
deeper than any sea could ever
dream
of being. he is and shall remain
my one true love

my one ...
 
To Have Without Holding: Marge Piercy

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can't do it, you say it's killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
You float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.
 
Circle
by Harry Chapin

All my life's a circle;
Sunrise and sundown;
Moon rolls thru the nighttime;
Till the daybreak comes around.

All my life's a circle;
But I can't tell you why;
Season's spinning round again;
The years keep rollin' by.

It seems like I've been here before;
I can't remember when;
But I have this funny feeling;
That we'll all be together again.

No straight lines make up my life;
And all my roads have bends;
There's no clear-cut beginnings;
And so far no dead-ends.

Chorus:
I found you a thousand times;
I guess you done the same;
But then we lose each other;
It's like a children's game;

As I find you here again;
A thought runs through my mind;
Our love is like a circle;
Let's go 'round one more time.

Chorus
 
It's not billboards and hot air balloons and parades...its like a whisper in the wind that only you can hear… a flower that stands alone… a snowflake landing on your cheek.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
It's not billboards and hot air balloons and parades...its like a whisper in the wind that only you can hear… a flower that stands alone… a snowflake landing on your cheek.
Oooh, you should copyright this one, sweetie - that is really beautiful and evocative (I can feel that snowflake now).
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Oooh, you should copyright this one, sweetie - that is really beautiful and evocative (I can feel that snowflake now).
She can't, that's a Samandiriel quote...but you may borrow it anytime you like. ;) :heart:
 
Birth of a Butterfly

BIRTH OF A BUTTERFLY

A biology student was watching a butterfly emerge from it's cocoon. It was a long, dramatic and difficult process, involving much struggle on the part of the butterfly, before it emerged tired and bloody.

The butterfly rested, dried its wings, and then flew away.

Keeping this laborious struggle in mind, the student sat down to watch another butterfly emerge. But this time, made a tiny cut in the top of the cocoon, to make it easier for the butterfly to emerge.

This passage was much shorter, the butterfly appearing in a matter of minutes.

However, this butterfly did not fly away. Indeed, its wings were not capable of flight, and hung flaccid and useless at its side.

It was only then that the student discovered that the butterfly's struggle of emergence served a purpose- To pump blood out of its body and into it's wings to make them capable of flight. In making the butterfly's passage easier, the student had kept it from developing as it needed to.
 
SelenaKittyn said:
BIRTH OF A BUTTERFLY

A biology student was watching a butterfly emerge from it's cocoon. It was a long, dramatic and difficult process, involving much struggle on the part of the butterfly, before it emerged tired and bloody.

The butterfly rested, dried its wings, and then flew away.

Keeping this laborious struggle in mind, the student sat down to watch another butterfly emerge. But this time, made a tiny cut in the top of the cocoon, to make it easier for the butterfly to emerge.

This passage was much shorter, the butterfly appearing in a matter of minutes.

However, this butterfly did not fly away. Indeed, its wings were not capable of flight, and hung flaccid and useless at its side.

It was only then that the student discovered that the butterfly's struggle of emergence served a purpose- To pump blood out of its body and into it's wings to make them capable of flight. In making the butterfly's passage easier, the student had kept it from developing as it needed to.
That is very Taoist. :rose:
 
ABSTRUSE said:
That is very Taoist. :rose:

I was hoping for the ultimate answer:

If the butterfly was aware of the Tornado - would it still flap its wings?
 
kbate said:
I was hoping for the ultimate answer:

If the butterfly was aware of the Tornado - would it still flap its wings?
See I left that up to you because you are very enlightened and I've only had one cup of coffee. :cool:
 
kbate said:
I was hoping for the ultimate answer:

If the butterfly was aware of the Tornado - would it still flap its wings?
Threadjack: I know you are posting in other places, but I don't get to those often. It's nice to see you!

Smart-aleck.

(Answer: The thoughtful, benevolent butterfly would only flap its wings an even-numbered amount of times, so the flaps would cancel each other out and not cause the tornado. Flighty, careless butterflies are the problem.)
 
SelenaKittyn said:
BIRTH OF A BUTTERFLY

A biology student was watching a butterfly emerge from it's cocoon. It was a long, dramatic and difficult process, involving much struggle on the part of the butterfly, before it emerged tired and bloody.

The butterfly rested, dried its wings, and then flew away.

Keeping this laborious struggle in mind, the student sat down to watch another butterfly emerge. But this time, made a tiny cut in the top of the cocoon, to make it easier for the butterfly to emerge.

This passage was much shorter, the butterfly appearing in a matter of minutes.

However, this butterfly did not fly away. Indeed, its wings were not capable of flight, and hung flaccid and useless at its side.

It was only then that the student discovered that the butterfly's struggle of emergence served a purpose- To pump blood out of its body and into it's wings to make them capable of flight. In making the butterfly's passage easier, the student had kept it from developing as it needed to.

Thank you, I needed that.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Threadjack: I know you are posting in other places, but I don't get to those often. It's nice to see you!

Smart-aleck.

(Answer: The thoughtful, benevolent butterfly would only flap its wings an even-numbered amount of times, so the flaps would cancel each other out and not cause the tornado. Flighty, careless butterflies are the problem.)

this is why you're smarter than me. My answer was "no" because I stuck a pin through the butterfly and gassed it with Formaldehyde.
 
kbate said:
this is why you're smarter than me. My answer was "no" because I stuck a pin through the butterfly and gassed it with Formaldehyde.
I really like you. :rose:
 
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