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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 09/24/2018 :  18:03:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...different people with different people..." he says. His quicksilver mind's wide arc at work here. Tower crane on the edge of a skyscraper. Bright image on overexposed film. Dual presence. "...the truth under all the truths..." he says. "Trouble's child when I ran away, the Sisters said. Monsignor sent me to an orphanage on the subway line. A train across the park. You can rescue yourself in a room or... Pray the window you step out of has a fire escape..." she shrugs. It's a dangerous single runway. A narrow corridor. A steep glide slope coming in. The Controller is with you in that air space. And although it's a very big sky He has you in sight all the way.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/03/2018 :  22:33:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


I love this old room...

The figurines on the tabletop.
The dusty pictures on the walls,
the white bearded man
that sings his waltzes in the corner.
The friends stopping by on any given night.
The Irish woman who paints with words.

Spin around for me sweetheart,
I love to listen to you dance.

The room goes on forever...

-Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/03/2018 :  22:37:12  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Floor of Heaven

You thought I was the one who could save you
Even after I lost my mind
These castle walls won't hold the demons back
The clock says it's closing time.

These days I fly so up and down
The poles get further apart
This old planet's spun a lot of miles
Too much beating for one little heart

My cravings got the better of me just
As your walls came down
The time to leave has passed and gone
I just can't find my way out of this town

The floor of Heaven must be leaking
Cause the rain's started pouring in
It seems that cross was such a price to pay
for just a few billion of our sins.

What I can't control I can't accept
And serenity's a place I can't find
Making amends is a tiring chore and
It's driven me out of my mind.

These days I fly so up and down
The poles get further apart
This old planet's spun a lot of miles
Too much beating for one little heart

The floor of Heaven must be leaking
Cause the rain's started pouring in
It seems that cross was such a price to pay
for just a few billion of our sins.

Hank Beukema


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2018 :  18:27:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The wine brought the chefs to the Valle. The chefs brought their kitchens without walls. Wood fired ovens. Fruits and vegetables growing up beside the table. The tourists followed the paradoxical trail. Remote granite-strewn country. Winding dirt roads. Oak trees and olive groves. A lone rolling vineyard. A small house of arches and alcoves. A basket of limes on the table. Garnet votives in niches along the loggia wall. "Burning the house down in Mexico."

Today there's 150 wineries producing 1.5 million cases annually. A brand new hotel on hallowed ground. UberValle Service from Tijuana and Ensenada.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2018 :  18:32:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In spectral Eden a woman plays the radio low and sings in the kitchen. Grass stains on the hem of her apron. Blue sky over the blufftops. Ships shining in the Bay. A man leaning over the Sunday morning news. Angels butter-bright wings at the window. Flash paper days. A lemon tree in the yard. Bougainvillea on fire. So romantic with thorns.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2018 :  18:39:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Do Not Be So Hard Upon Yourself

There is pain out in the world tonight
And some of it's your very own
Lord, I know you gave it all you had
Somehow that last dream has flown.

Have the spirits all deserted you
Left you to sing your lonesome tune?
Lord, we ask so little and yet so much
Why do the answers never come too soon?

Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Keep what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.

Does it sometimes seem so much to bear
All the work that goes unseen?
Is it the weakest or the strongest ones
That end up going to their knees?

Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Keep what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.

We enter naked and without blame
And day by day we gain and lose
We need the hope our elders promised
We need to find the path to choose

Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Keep what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2018 :  18:43:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Complications from a few falls. Time will heal. Missed you.


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2018 :  17:31:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's painting on air. An edge around clouds like a halo. A hole where a hand might reach through. In the foreground a woman in a bride-white dress. "Good brushes..." he says, "...they matter..." There's riprack along the channel. A drift fence across the beach road. He likes this place. A long walk on the bottom of the ocean. No need to breathe with sunset's green flash above them. The sleepless moon soon arriving. A small space to put the blanket down.

Edited by - Ailinn on 10/06/2018 17:58:35
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2018 :  17:56:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
PLACES LOCKED BY GRACE

I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.
I have been violated in so many ways
But there are places that must stay safe
There are places only some can go
And those places are locked by grace.

The horrors that a woman feels
or a child or even a man
That face the beasts that walk this Earth
and are damaged at their hands
Must be treated ever forward
with tenderness, a loving embrace
There is so little left to them
That will ever restore their faith

I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.

Be patient with the child, the woman, the young man
Give them room to breathe and room to love
But what they need the most is time.
The healing comes from a higher place
than you can ever reach
It may seem now like they are drowning
But, be assured they will find the beach.

I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.




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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2018 :  19:29:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
$5 for parking. 50 cents a pound. So busy it takes two California Highway Patrol officers to manage the traffic in Valley Center. Grown from a pumpkin patch to pony rides, hay rides, a petting zoo, craft show, and food trucks. A family tradition more than 25 years. One kid rule. If you can pick it up you can bring it home. There's trails, and trees to climb. Local honey and jam. Red Velvet and German Chocolate fudge. Sweet Autumn Sunday afternoon.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2018 :  19:47:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...talk to me, baby," he says, and he closes his eyes. "Fire Irish. My aristocratic gypsy, my father called my mother. I put those pictures away. Discovered the museum and the galleries. The library and all-night coffeehouses. The studios same-day-cash-pay tradition. Kodak or General Electric could keep me in the hotel for weeks. Pretzels. A good fountain pen. Bubbles for the tub. Room service coffee. Grand Central at my feet. No computer's who-what-when-where." When she stops talking he opens his eyes, "...and...?" he says, "...and...?", alive in the shadow of the sign and the cross in a house with a bridge between the driveway and the front door. "I got up in the morning. Cast myself in the role of the day," she says, "a character in a play. But you... You..." "You blushed..." he says. "You forgot your lines."

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/02/2018 19:09:44
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2018 :  20:58:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A Touch of Tenderness

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Slipped just out of her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

Winter spring summer fall
Lessons to be learned
Sure as there's a spark inside
Bridges can be burned
A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned

Morning brings another day
Filled with hope and chance
The gypsy music in her soul
Can make the angels dance
Dreams don't die when we awake
They just go deep inside
She's due a hundred days of laughter
For every night she cried

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Is just within her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned




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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2018 :  17:04:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
School days. Today was beef and cheese tamales. With carrot sticks. Thursday is baked potato bar, which they like. Friday, "bad pizza" with salad. One fresh fruit or vegetable must be included everyday. Even if you're on the Auto Pay Plan you can bring your own lunch some days. Surfing is a PE Class. They don't have to worry about a bus pass. I remember when Cameron was six...telling Mick his favorite school lunch was grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches. The really got into that.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2018 :  02:01:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Of Angels and Demons

Today's the kind of day the devil
Plays hard to get.
I'm searching for the last woman
That I almost never met.
Life has got me by the ear
It's humming my funeral song.
There's so much in life that's great
It's just taking so damn long.

The angels and the demons
Donít come around me anymore,
It may be that theyíre tired
Of finding me face down on the floor.
Holy Father save me
The curtain is coming down,
I need to find a back road
That takes me out of this town.

Tonightís the kind of night
The bottleís letting me down.
I dive in and start swimming
But lately I start to drown.
I take the bull by the horns,
He drags me through the dirt
I keep riding for that trophy,
All I seem to get is hurt.

They try to tell me I'm doing it wrong
But I know wrong and I know I'm right
You see me and the devil, well,
We used to be pretty tight.
There are those that give and those that take
and the ones that go to their knees
But Lord just give me one time more
With one that only aims to please.

The angels and the demons
Donít come around me anymore,
It may be that theyíre tired
Of finding me face down on the floor.
Holy Father save me
The curtain is coming down,
I need to find a back road
That takes me out of this town.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2018 :  02:03:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I'll Sing The Song Of Life To You

Go ahead, remember the darkness
Go ahead, remember the pain
If you need to, keep them close
So you don't look back again
At times I've watched you struggling
The child the woman and the man
At times I've tried to help you
But you would not take my hand

I'll never leave your side, my friend
I'll always have your back
I'll leave a well in the valley
I'll take your heavy pack
I'll sing the song of life to you
With words you cannot sing
I'll comfort you and care for you
Thru the winter into spring

Keep walking from the darkness,
Soon you'll see the light
It starts off soft and low
But then it roars so bright
Others came the way you've come
They're solid and they're strong
Listen, can you hear it?
The train's coming with the dawn

I'll never leave your side, my friend
I'll always have your back
I'll leave a well in the valley
I'll take your heavy pack
I'll sing the song of life to you
With words you cannot sing
I'll comfort you and care for you
Thru the winter into spring



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/12/2018 :  18:16:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Miles of telephone poles. Diminishing perspective. Little whirls of dust rising off the blacktop. Long trains in their cinder bed crisscrossing the desert. Blood rushing his veins near the Wanderland Station. His jaw set. Determined. No foreseeing what comes next. And after, "...lemme tell you somethin', woman..." he says, bent over and out of breath. Both laughing so hard. Tears running down their faces.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2018 :  20:29:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
After All

After all is said and done
After the sins are confessed
When eternityís road beckons
And we step up to take that final test.
Itís after a lifetime has come and gone
And the wins and losses are all totalled,
Itís after the tears and the laughter
Itís after all the stories are told.

Itís then that Iíll remember your smile
Itís then that my heart will cry out
Itís then that the spark will turn to ember
Itís then that thereíll be no doubt.

The road all alone takes forever
The path is muddy and rough
The years move slowly down the page
The heart wants to shout out enough!
The memories are buried so deep
Like a book read once and discarded
The blood, sweat and tears of our romance
Left me broken and empty hearted.

After all is said and done
After the sins are confessed
When eternityís road beckons
And we step up to take that final test.
Itís after a lifetime has come and gone
And the wins and losses are all totalled,
Itís after the tears and the laughter
Itís after all the stories are told.

Itís then that Iíll remember your smile
Itís then that my heart will cry out
Itís then that the spark will turn to ember
Itís then that thereíll be no doubt.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2018 :  21:13:20  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Cup

She was from Oregon,
he was from everywhere.

Somehow that glassed in porch on Geary
was just big enough and just small enough for the two of them.

He walked into the kitchen one morning
and she was just there, like the fog.
He'd forgotten his shirt
and had on black sunglasses.
She had on that little levi jacket
with the flowers on the collar.

They went to the blood bank on Mission
and he bought her breakfast with his money
for the whole day then they went to Golden Gate Park
and he read her Richard Farina.

He had to work at the bar that nite to make up for it.
She remembered his kindness that first day,
thru the years,
especially when he started in with the whiskey
and became someone she didn't know and wasn't ready for.
That first day kept her in love with him long after it should've died
and he did some hard work at killing it, but she could never stop feeling
like they were meant to stay together...

Later on, when their boy died, she kind of gave up, too,
and it wasn't long before she was gone as well.

He never thought he would have to go so far alone.

Mornings, now, he sits at the table and drinks out of her cup.
He closes his eyes and visits Golden Gate Park...



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2018 :  15:48:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
John D. Spreckels Impossible Railroad. Now it's Baja Rail's project to connect the San Diego-Tijuana region to El Centro. Allowing freight and manufacturing goods from Mexico to ship to the U.S. east coast avoiding Los Angeles. Less shipping time. Less expensive than trucks. Because the route is so curved trains are limited to 60 cars. Five or six trains a day would travel the route. The three to five year project includes a new Customs and Border Inspection Station. Come out of a tunnel and you're on the Goat Canyon Trestle. Scarier than any amusement park ride.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2018 :  15:55:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Astronauts for Halloween. Six of them. Back from Yardage Town with yards of white canvas and American flag patches. Ace Hardware's rubber gaskets and black garden hose. Back packs are easy. Helmets... Plastic fish bowls and silver spray paint in the garage. A work in progress. A stop at the community garden on the way home. A plot started last year for the vegetable-shy children. Leave them alone for an hour. A little neglect is useful. They collect tomatoes and cucumbers. Carrots for my daughter-in-law's birthday. Two thirds cake. One third CC frosting.

Edited by - Ailinn on 10/14/2018 22:11:36
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