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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
 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
2820 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
2820 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
2174 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
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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...
Rev |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2174 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
2820 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...
Rev B |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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
2174 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!
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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
2174 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
2820 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
2174 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
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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
Windchimer
2174 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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It is good to listen to the old voices
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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
2820 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
2174 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
2820 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
2174 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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