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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2018 :  16:01:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He opens the kitchen cabinets. Rearranges books on the shelf. Eats brown sugar out of the box. Cookie dough out of the bowl. A shell for a sconce he says is a "presence." A ship in a bottle. A gravity-defying chair. Out on the deck he paces by the easel. Shading his eyes under the gold-squint sky. She watches him catch copper turn to verdigris. Shimmer where salt adheres to the chimes. Hummingbird's bright blurred wings. Old magic in his hand.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2018 :  16:04:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She dreamed of a Knight, not a Prince. Not to save her, but to say where he'd been. She knew the city wasn't the real world...but the places that say Paved Road Ends. Edge of the garden. Where the wind rises up with their names.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/15/2018 :  16:49:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Older than Bogart

I知 older than Bogart was
I知 older than Townes
I知 older than Mickey was
When that last song went down.
I知 older than Zevon,
Richard and Rick
Older than Winchester
when he stopped turning tricks.
Older than Lennon and Presley and more
I知 old enough now to see that last door.

My bones are aching
My soul痴 on the run
Too much dancing in the rain
Too much banging the drum.
It痴 midnight again as
That old clock spins around
Stay with me darlin
It痴 so cold underground.

I知 older than whiskey
I知 much older than wine
Tomorrow痴 almost here
Last night was so fine
I知 older than most of the
Women I know
Won稚 you come see me darlin
After the show.

My bones are aching
My soul痴 on the run
Too much dancing in the rain
Too much banging the drum.
It痴 midnight again as
That old clock spins around
Stay with me darlin
It痴 so cold underground.

I知 older than Bogart was
I知 older than Townes
I知 older than Mickey was
When that last song went down.
I知 older than Zevon,
Richard and Rick
Older than Winchester
when he stopped turning tricks.
Older than Lennon and Presley and more
I知 old enough now to see that last door.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/18/2018 :  14:48:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I've been walking in the shadows so long
My eyes have completely adjusted.
I see things in the dark that are
long past wanted, tossed away and rusted.

One of the things God gave us
was an indeterminate amount of time.
Did we have too little, did we have too much
It all depends on the paths we've walked
And the songs we've found that rhymed

The sunny days and the restless nights
Are never up to us
Those events are left to chance
Like fairy tales and dust.

Did the angels come to sing you a song
Did the demons come out to play
Were you the winner of the battle
Or were you the one that was slain?

We struggle and strain, we run through the rain
All for a piece of the pie
When all we ever really wanted
Was someone to see through our eyes.

The path to my future was going so well
Until it went through the path of my past
The friends and memories grow hazy
As if they don't want to last.

Decisions are made and some choices are wrong
But some never make it that far
Sometimes it's fate and the Gods do the choosing
And they're the ones that tear at the heart.

I've been walking in the shadows so long
My eyes have completely adjusted.
I see things in the dark that are
Long past wanted, tossed away and rusted.




Edited by - buckman on 10/24/2018 20:45:52
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2018 :  06:52:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
For Vince Bell Long Ago

Whispering ghost ships sail by
Leaving me standing on the pier
With my suitcase and my dreams.

I woke too early one morning
and
Suddenly I was old.
That scared person usually
Left behind in sleep has
Taken over
pretending to be me.
Everything hurts and
Everything is doubtful and harder to do...

Sometimes it seems like every day
We have to learn how to live all over again...



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/24/2018 :  17:53:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bright bolt of sky unfolding. Plush clouds. So much sun through the trees. His white shirt shining beside her. California's pretty trains flying by. Ocean on the other side of the track. Gulls coasting. "...remember...?" he says. How a small item put the house back together. Everything intact. Nothing missing. Blue under the kettle. Bare feet on the floor. The mail miles away. The landline disconnected. Everything quiet around them. "...somethin' to keep in your head..." he says, sparks coming off his lashes. In her pocket, a kaleidoscope. A jewelers loupe. An eyeglass repair kit with tools that fit in a thimble.

Edited by - Ailinn on 07/25/2020 18:03:08
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/24/2018 :  20:32:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I've got a problem getting out of here
It's like someone's locked all the doors
I've got a problem getting through to them,
I don't feel anything anymore.

I loved you more than my very own life
It was San Francisco in the rain
Then in New York deep into the night
It went off the tracks and we lost the train
It should have lasted a lifetime
I shouldn't have drank so much
I wouldn't be such a sad old ghost
Ashamed to feel a woman's touch

The trouble with love is nothing at all
But when it leaves part of you dies
By the time you outlive your destiny
You've run out of all the good whys
Tomorrow they say I have to get up
Move on and go back to the job
Maybe later I can finish my dream
About the years we let our hearts rob

The good things are the memories
The bad things are much the same
How we go on after we stop breathing
And realize we were to blame

I've got a problem getting out of here
It's like someone's locked all the doors
I've got a problem getting through to them,
I don't feel any thing any more.

https://youtu.be/muglEkZqRt8



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/25/2018 :  07:57:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It started as a dime a dance romance
Underneath a quarter moon
Her eyes asked me When and
My hands gently answered, Soon.
Angels in the treetops were singing
A song about A long road home
I spent the whole night howling
About an old man too tired to roam

Desperation and gloom get the best of us
Madness can be a place to rest
It's after the scores are all settled
It's after the sins are confessed

It started as a dime a dance romance
Underneath a quarter moon
Some moments outlast forever
Some moments are gone all too soon.

The Gods say you'll never be back, love
But I'm hearing that same old tune
I've got my dime and we've got the time
And tonight there's a quarter moon...

I'm dancing and dreaming again love,
Hearing that lonesome old tune
I've got my dime and we've got the time
And tonight there's a quarter moon...

https://youtu.be/OTA8SGXGJkQ

Edited by - buckman on 10/25/2018 08:00:28
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 10/27/2018 :  16:17:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They stop at the field stand for corn and oranges and decide to rest by the lake. The mine is closed. The sun, hot and spilling. The dam is quiet and dry. They spread the blanket and let the trance afternoon float by. Cloud stories. Castles and faces overhead. Rorschach shape shifters. Apparitions in the sky. "You ever think about..." he starts. "Um-hmm," she says. "...if there are, they're concealed among us," he says. "Then how would I know you're not one of them?" she asks leaning up on one elbow. "How would you know you're not...?" he grins with his eyes closed. There's him and then there's everything else.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/27/2018 :  18:34:29  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I could have sworn I had told her
I had nothing left to give
The future made no promises
Velvet days and nights were lived.
[The spark tastes too delicious
It's so hard to be denied
Our hearts are fed by wishes
And starved by foolish pride.]

It's what dreams are made of
On starry starry nights
It's what leads to madness
And the wrong thing feeling right.
It's the agony and ecstacy
With almost nothing in between
It's what lets us bear the world
The leaves fall, the grass turns green

We do the dance and we lick our lips
And we never see the bruise
It's a lover that we think we want
It's a friend we always lose.
[The lips, the nights, the tangled hair
Then days without desire
It doesn't take a hurricane
To take the spark out of the fire.]

It's what dreams are made of
On starry starry nights
It's what leads to madness
And the wrong thing feeling right.
It's the agony and ecstacy
With almost nothing in between
It's what lets us bear the world
The leaves fall, the grass turns green

I could have sworn I had told her
I had nothing left to give
The future made no promises
Velvet days and nights were lived.
[The spark tastes too delicious
It's so hard to be denied
Our hearts are fed by wishes
And starved by foolish pride.]



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/02/2018 :  19:17:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Top-heavy draperies crowd the windows in a high-altitude town. "Let's take them down," he says. A mountain of faded brocade on the floor. Brackets and screws. Brass hardware. Dust in their noses. Motes floating in rooms growing colder. Wind in the eaves. Hot tea. All they need till they get to the Village. A stop at the woodpile. Frost etching the leaves. Branches breaking under their feet. Breath in front of their faces. First flakes falling. Tahquitz asleep in his stone peak.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/02/2018 :  19:23:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Different energy when he wears the black shirt with deep cuffs. Riot of ideas ricocheting. He presses the tips of his fingers together. Truth serum flooding his veins. Prism colors. Brief interruptions in the bookmarked world. He likes to sit on the deck in the dark when the stars are missing. Midnight eyes. Faraway ships on the water. All those out of town stories. Urgent and insisting.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/03/2018 :  06:49:56  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Whistle me a up a tune, Mick
My heart is breaking in two
I'm spending the nite with
my closest friends,
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing me a sad one like only you can
I know there's more left in this heart
It's a long train we're runnin
Gettin faster each day
But we've come so far from the start

What ever she took,
she took me by chance,
It was all we could do just to stand
The first days were wild
The nites all aglow
There was still time for holding hands.
Some things you lose
Others you burn
Some just get taken away
Nights filled with whiskey,
The days fueled by pills
It's gonna stop hurting today

So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of ramblin and shining blue skies
Fade the words right into my heart
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start

Sometimes all it takes
Is one little dance
You feel it, she's holding your hand
The days of the child
The years watching him grow
Are stored safe in another land
Sounds like the blues
But some days you learn
Some just get taken away
Words chase the whiskey,
The mountains are hills
It's gonna stop hurting today

So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of ramblin and shining blue skies
Fade the words right into my heart
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2018 :  14:02:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
After the Fiesta,
with the little town and my family dead,
I need to be alone...

I ride North and East for many days
Where to be October means something.
Where I ran and fished and hunted
As a child and learned the ways
Of the woods and of the Great One.
The trees are aflame in their private moondance of fire.
Against the blue of the Hudson River
Reflecting the cliff face of Storm King,
It plays the illusion the Old Ones called
Riverdeep mountainhigh.

There is and will be another story for each of us.
The long golden tale of each precious life.
Some filled with love, Some filled with loss,
Mostly a measure of both.

Every turn in the river
Takes the story to a new place.
Some we choose and some are chosen for us.
But, we are each of us even Now, immortal.
Whether to Heaven or Hell eventually,
our spirits will All be Forever...
That choice is always ours and ours alone...

How dim sometimes the Light
we follow seems.
But when we get out from the towns
and their false glow that Robs our vision;
Out under nothing but the sky and His face,
Our eyes will again divine the light and
The path thru the forest will shine like the Sun.

I smile to think of my past families,
Now gone on high, that walked this riverbank
With me so long ago.
They were so like the October trees,
Aflame and dancing with color and
Great beauty just before their private
Winter came and turned them gray.

In the creeping darkness, I whisper a prayer
That they would greet me in the spring
As the trees will, Reborn and ready
For another fling around the dance floor.



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2018 :  17:27:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ninth birthday. An unimportant one. I was longing for two numbers. Men in dark suits by the trees. Words, I suppose on the stone later. I didn't choose them. Didn't pack up the trunks or the houses. The bank and the church and the judges did that. All tidy. Monsignor gave me an Infant of Prague holy card for my Missal. Baby Jesus dressed up with a crown. And a small box of chocolate-covered cherries. I still like them. He rests his hands over hers. "I wasn't sad," she says, "I was angry." "I know..." he says and he holds her hands tighter. He has a theory about that. "Nothin' disappears..." he says, "...put away but not gone. A deeper well to draw from..." When the wind picks up he steps in front of her. "C'mon..." he says, still holding her hand.

Edited by - Ailinn on 01/10/2019 17:41:19
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2018 :  17:38:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Sooooo..." he says, "...what day is today...?" Marmalade light through the trees. Bright pages. "...let's jus' drive..." he says, "...go where we're gonna go seein' so much." He likes Little Italy where anything can happen. Planes flying out of Michelangelo clouds. Their low wings in the crosswalks. Coffee and curbside caf tables. A woman on the corner of India and West Hawthorne reading palms while her furniture is loaded onto a van. A tray of incense cones burning at her beaded bare feet. "The day's flow of color," he says. He likes the ships in the red sunset harbor. Swami's. The steep hills in Cardiff. The glow on the road. The alleyways quick surprises. Streets that end at the beach, "...jus' like that!"
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2018 :  17:47:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The first time he saw a picture of her
Was the last time he was alive.
Knowing he would never have her at all
Was a thief that robbed all his drive.

She wasn't just cute, she wasn't just pretty
She was all that from here to Mars
The awful truth can taste so bitter
But it makes no difference to the stars.

The best things in life are free they say,
But you could never tell that by him
That night he burned all his candles at once
Now the sea and the sky have grown dim

The pain and the grief, the peace and the joy
Take a lifetime learning to tame
When you first hit the air as you leap from the cliff
Is the moment you know it's no game.

The nights slowly become eternal alone
Like one day to a fly on the wall
The sound of heartbreak and the wind in your ears
Are the melody you hear as you fall.

She wasn't just cute, she wasn't just pretty
She was all that from here to Mars
The awful truth can taste so bitter
But it makes no difference to the stars.




Edited by - buckman on 11/04/2018 17:50:53
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2018 :  15:05:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Somewhere in the Mojave. The blacktop melting like licorice on a griddle. Shimmer mirage in the air. Heat heavy like a thick drug. Fingers stiff. Knees shaking. Sparks when he reaches out and brushes her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Put your shoes on before you get out of the car," he says.

Edited by - Ailinn on 07/25/2020 18:04:16
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2018 :  15:12:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Windshield stories. History in the rearview mirror. His hands tanned and steady on the wheel. Miles backtracking on the odometer. "...what's just around the corner..." he says. Wet light in the road. Rain-threaded light. Sky flashing that high way over water. A hundred thunder miles. Steep cliffs and split canyons. Riven ground. The deep sea with its drowned volcanos. The earth's elaborate balance and precision. He's intent on finding the erstwhile world. A tapestry map with a legend. Explicit and certain. An X that says you are here.

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/10/2018 15:32:18
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2018 :  15:19:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...one more thing I want you to think about now..." he says. Back to Eden. Six wet miles at high tide. A little mania on the horizon. A little dazzle. Ardent Kodachrome skies. "Alright..." he says like an edict when she nods. Like they're getting away with a crime. The Sailor and The Mute Fortune Teller caught in the abalone light of late afternoon. "We don't need a lotta words," he says. Everything we don't say means the same thing."
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