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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
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Posted - 09/24/2004 : 18:16:26
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I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon... What is between my table and the dusty street is twenty feet that is on the very edge of Hell... The townspeople say they are sinners: the townspeople say they are evil... The reality is that they are just Cowboys and they are very much alive and much of the rest of this town has already died... I talk to the Lord and I Know what is Evil and what is not, which is why I hold services here and not in a church.... These men make a decision every time they put the whiskey to their lips, every time they put the tobacco to their mouths.... They make a decision between a longer, duller life or the life that they are choosing to live.... Yet I can see the desperation in their eyes; I can see that for every year that they age, they remove themselves another year from their childhood and their youthful dreams... I can see that the only time They will smell the fragrance of a lady is when they choose to pay for her... I can see that they care not a bit about Eternity, but only for today... But, that is Just Alright with me and the Lord
If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room.... Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2004 : 11:16:02
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Rev Buckman passed out with the whiskey bottle in his hands... He spilled it all over himself and still he sleeps... It is up to me to drag him to the cave he calls his room... With my bad leg, it should take all night... This is not a lovely sight, but I can't stand to see him made fun of in the morning when they all come back... Some very bad choices were made here last night... Some night maybe he will choose me again....
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2004 : 13:57:58
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When I awoke, she slapped me hard, once, then tried again... I grabbed her arms and threw her on the cot... She said,no, Preacher, not like this, never like this... Come to me with evil in your eyes and whiskey on your breath and clothes and you will never have me... Come to me with flowers and poetry and we will see... Carmelita limped away leaving me with my empty bottle and my empty bed to go along with my empty heart...Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2004 : 15:11:09
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He has scars that shine in the moonlight Brighter than the rest of his skin But I can't tell you what he looks like It was dark Or his hat was pulled low And his mouth was covered With a bandana |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2004 : 23:26:54
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The scars on the inside Shine even in the dark And make his face look mean So he hides it... But he is known to be gentle with the right one...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 07:13:04
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He rode three days across the high desert When he arrived he knew everything He showed me a card trick And he told me a joke He told me to keep away from the window When I took the bullet out of his chest He didn't flinch or change his expression When he made me lay down beside him His sleep was ahead of the posse
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 08:21:12
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I sit with her in the darkness I wait for the one that they say is looking for me... I am more than armed; gun in one pocket, Bible in the other... I can stand the silence no longer; I take the Bible out and lay it on the table; I take the gun out and hand it to Carmelita; I take my jacket and collar off and remove my hat... I am ready... To DANCE... I pirouette around the room as she watches, shaken, stunned at first... I collapse into my chair Laughing like a madman... When I feel the Spirit in me like this, I Must Fight or make mad, passionate love, or DANCE....
I do not favor one over the other, but I LOVE to DANCE...
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 08:34:44
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Carmelita asked me why I choose to sit in the darkness so much... I laughed and said that when I lost my family and my religion, the darkness kind of chose me... I stood and we moved gently to a Newbury Waltz; I could smell the sunshine on her... I told her how apart I felt, how I lived but did not live, how a veil separates me from them, and that if she knew who she was dancing with she would be surprised... She tossed back her aching beauty and laughed and said, Don't you really know? We are all like that, every one of us... I try to believe her, but belief is a strange and difficult thing this far into the darkness... So far into it that I can hardly hear the waltz anymore.......
Rev Bobblehead
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 10:55:25
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Pressing my ear to the oily ground I heard his horse approaching He was bleeding from many wounds Places where I could see through him To the purple foothills below He sent messages To his Hole-In-The-Wall gang Explaining the situation He sent Hurry! This is no joke! The sun broke in a cup of the mountain |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 13:00:58
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I pushed the horse out past the town, out to where I had buried her... I didn't come out here too often, but today I needed to talk to her, to tell her what I had done... Any success Or failure you have in this life is only satisfied when you share it with someone you care about... Today I had made them run; made them afraid to ever come back... They will see the look in my eyes for the rest of their lives and they will remember it... They will see the difference between what they worship and what I worship and see why I will always be stronger... And I had come to say goodbye; good bye to her and to the life we had known together, and to this piece of land where I had put her body....
The snow is falling around me now, and the sounds of the woods has changed as I ride... Riding away from her.... Riding away from them.... I am a slave to the tobacco in my pouch and the whiskey in my bags, but I will be a slave to no man or woman ever again.... The choices have been made for me this time, but I have learned how to make them work in my favor... Today I can ride with no guilt, I can ride with no pain; the lands that I see in the skies over the next mountain are the lands where I will spend my next days...
My horse breathes the cold air and carries me onward... Ever onward we shall ride..........
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 13:27:43
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Leading the horses to water With their great anvil profiles Nodding close to our faces His unmistakable silhouette Rises against the night He is a man who can slip a cold knife Between his white teeth in a hurry He knows what is necessary
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 15:41:56
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I look around at the thick trees and the little creek and realize that I have been riding in circles... I take the saddlebag with the whiskey and throw it into the creek... I keep the tobacco... If you are to ride away from something, Preacher, you must ride Away from it, not encircle it with your feeble pace.... Throw off your baggage and ride with the wind; God knows, there is no reason not to... There is so much more behind you than you are apt to meet up ahead that there is nothing or no one to fear anymore... Your strength and resolve, what little you have left, is not of your making, it has come from somewhere else, but it carries with it a price, a responsibility that you have ignored for too long now...
It is snowing again, as I get down off the horse.... I listen to the music coming from the creek and feel the old fever starting to rise... I throw off the hat and heavy coat and begin to sing and dance around the trees... As I spin around and around, I see the faces from my past coming out of the moonlight... Grania, Illiance, Newbury, Jesse..... Her.... And they are smiling..... All is as it should be..........
Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 16:12:12
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We travel west Through a desert Many days and many nights Sometimes I ride up close behind you Sometimes we walk To give the horse a rest When we walk You put the horse between us You teach me To place a stone under my tongue When I am thirsty You tie a piece of damp cloth Around my forehead and throat When you speak to me You change My name |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 19:28:59
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The light begins to rise behind us and brings a stillness that the whole earth seems to listen to... It has been a long time since I rode with another and my words come as if from another's tongue... Her words sound like music in my mind... Yet,the comfort comes in the company not the words...
Rev
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Ailinn
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2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 19:43:54
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After he is shot he doesn't talk I'm not sure that he can if he wants to But he doesn't He just lies on the floor of the Cafe Staring into his lame legs ruin The sky closes immediately No stars I notice his blood Under my fingernails In the violent slashes of lightning The arroyo fills with sweet rain I sit on the floor Cradling his silent head in my lap Three dawns pass Three silvery coins of new moon The candle of his life flickers But he is always with me On the fourth day he opens his eyes Is it over? he asks ~
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2004 : 20:42:08
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I sit in the dark In the back of the saloon Surrounded by the Pictures of my dead...
I can hear the others... Going on, laughing, dancing Waiting, For me... I will not be back yet... Not as they knew me... I will not be back soon... To the table where The cards are dealt and The whiskey flows... Deal me out... Play this hand without me... I will dance alone For awhile, waiting until I understand the full measure Of what I had and What I lost... They will not know Until it happens to them, How one day you Can be in this world and The next in Hell...
Nothing matters more Than love and Nothing matters less Than finding it again Once you've lost it... Starting over Will take more than I have to give... Right Now... Spring will have to start Without me this year, I have no heart for flowers and New beginnings....... yet...
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2004 : 14:37:34
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It turns colder as the sun descends behind the mountain and leaves me in the darkness... once again... It seems that the darkness has become my friend Just like the rain... For one that has not lived the life that he was expected to, has not fulfilled the promise that was foreseen for him, has not lived in the light as he had vowed..... The faith has never left..... The belief in the power of the Blood has been there from the start and is there now, to this day.... The Father, the Son, the Man....
I have come to the river to pray....
Rev B
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Judy W.
Windchimer
   
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Posted - 09/27/2004 : 15:49:20
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Damn, Honey I don't know what to say except I LOVE YOU..
xoxoox, Judy C. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2004 : 18:45:56
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Sift through the ashes of ressurection for a relic that will save. Don't see the wind but believe it when the trees bend and acrobatic birds flush the air. The sky grows immense but not eternal. And Heaven's floor is gold above this sky. Celebrate life before dying. Put your palms together and bow your head. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2004 : 19:26:29
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I have come to the river to pray.... It should have been raining.... I felt the sun on my face as I left the woods, and the horse and I rode over the crest of the hill and saw the river again for the first time.... My River... Our River.... Where it had all started... Being here now without her would be like all the years I spent before her, seeking my peace and comfort in the river, except that now I would be missing a piece of my soul.... The town that we had gone to was behind me now; the gamblers, the ramblers..... the dead.... I would seek to find my faith again, here where I had found it in the first place, here where I was raised half a century ago before the world had turned upside down.... I have come to the river to make my confession, to seek my salvation, to see if there is any future here for one such as I, Left without a heart, but still full of seeking, still full of purpose, still full of the belief that I am powerless without the help of a power outside and above myself....
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2004 : 20:59:47
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I cross this checkpoint everyday where guards stand under clouds. Serious in their authority. They cannot be bribed with ripe fruit. Or cigarettes or whiskey. They have seen everything. Their machines and weapons are designed for speed. Their language does not translate into our future. Self-employed angels and renegade saints rescue our clothes from the line. So sort the laundry and pair the sox. Prepare the holy food and lean on the songs that will save us. Put the kettle on and close your hands over mine. This is a ballad. Four-four time. |
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