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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2004 : 12:32:16
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I had been seperated from the healing woman since I opened my eyes and felt something stir in me that I would not let myself admit... As I left the river and rode up thru the pines, I allowed my heart to feel again... To want, to need, to desire... To search...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2004 : 18:16:09
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Bonfires light the desert camps Where roads break away From the broken land And all the roads have saints names Water moves under the moon Far away and never enough The world Finally fed and free He stands He takes a breath In his hands he holds the grid Of all the fallen constellations Faith, he says And then a music comes |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2004 : 19:21:22
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"The rain blows in from Oregon Fingers tap the window pane The wind is trying to catch her breath From runnin' with that rain The music's playing slowly now One time before it halts Dance with me, my darling To a Newbury Waltz"
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2004 : 21:05:52
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Because I believed him to be The original son When he showed up at the back door Wounded I sat up with him A bloody basin And bandage on a spool A book on the table Bound with frayed ribbon And, oh, yes... The rusty key It rained for nights And days and nights And we were stunned Under the sky's vaulted blue Nailed to the Earth By Urania's immaculate truth Blood drained from our heels Into air
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/29/2004 : 18:25:18
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Before this rain it had been dry for months... The music man had said it looked like rain... I took it on faith and used the last of the water to clean the horse's dusty nostrils... And then it came... First the music and then the rain... Healing.. Cleansing..
Saving...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2004 : 11:02:17
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This journey began years ago When conjurers In white deerskin leggings Fanned themselves with turkey wings And in ancient dialect Told of the Great Buzzard Who made the mountains and the valleys And the omni-potent lightning-striped sky |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2004 : 20:10:10
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It is dark... The cafe is empty... I push through the doors to the street that is empty too, of everything but dust and longing... You can almost smell what happened here and the dark emptiness that has been left behind... We wanted it to be everything and in the end it was Everything that we gave And the best we had was almost everything... We emptied the canteens and We emptied the guns And we left nothing for the dust... I remain to carry on the Work and to wait for the next time... Oh, my friends, the next time will be carried in on the wind and when it comes we shall all know it at the same time... Be strong while we wait...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2004 : 20:24:13
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All the nights lay down together And do not sleep The slipping away Waiting to betray us Take us to Charon's shore The Shade cloaked and hooded Oars at the ready Souls in the Lifeboat Waving goodbye |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/01/2004 : 17:24:26
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As the music man moved on His sons and daughters rose to fill his place... The music of the silver moon written on the west wind... Sailors and cowboys Teachers and singers... All these to carry on the sound Of one man clapping...
Family goes on...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 10/01/2004 : 22:15:32
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Now his crow comes down Black as new coal Drowning in a field of pitch And the trees sway and wave their leaves Greenly He sails his ark Under the arched darkness of sky Under the prepetual stars Under petitions Clashing like knives in the silverware drawer |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/02/2004 : 13:43:19
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As we go we do not know where we go Only that we must go... The faith and the light of that one star that has driven so many to follow it for so long leads us... Despite the one that said that the piper Has been paid We must all pay our debts Ourselves... WE are the ones that have to live the day to day life that the Music man talks about.....
May you do it with Grace...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 10/02/2004 : 17:11:13
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Be assured with grace and courage In rain, take up your sword Be inured by His good will Waiting centuries to embrace you See the tattered flags flying From every turret Follow their blue direction Through the bramble-twisted path Over the broken bridge Across the demon-choked moat And when you fall Fall calling out His name |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/02/2004 : 23:36:26
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The rain comes and changes Nothing... I must still face that which threatens to take it all away... They say that time ia the healer but I am out of time... As I face him in the dusty street Evrything we have built Depends on my right hand... I feel the rain on my face as I see his eyes change... I see the flash of his fire as I hear the sound of my gun...
Nearer my God to Thee...
Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2004 : 11:19:54
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He carried his hands Away from his body Like a man who knew how To use guns He talked to the horse with his knees His horse knew how to side-step a posse Backing out of some small-town bank Into the sepia-colored evening (A daring twilight attempt The papers later stated) The Cinemascope distortion The absolute slow-motion fact Like hitting your marks and discovering You've stumbled across the wrong set (Outside the arc lights periphery Many eyes are stinging with tears) In spite of it all He kept his identity clean |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2004 : 14:15:36
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As I finished the service for the boy's burial, the loud drunk continued laughing... He was still laughing as I put three holes in him and sent him to his own services... I will not abide rudeness in the face of death, or in the presence of the Lord... There has been enough of that and it will no longer stand in my presence... He looked good laying there face down, as if it was natural for him to be breathing dirt... Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt.... This piece of dirt has gone back to the dirt in the twinkling of an eye and I feel no sense of guilt as we finish covering the boy with the last few shovelfuls... I collect my fee and I climb on my horse's back and push her out of the camp, heading for the next burial... There is no shortage of paydays for me... Death is always in season here in this land and I am always more than ready to help them to their peace... or to send them there if need be.....
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2004 : 16:20:09
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And no messanger with Eden's reprieve To save you with flowers and flowers So sharpen your heart on a silver whetstone Paint your soul into The Silver Moon Send your riders off to Grailtown The unexplainable Pain in your shoulders The ache where your wings Used to be All this He knew Would happen So it was So it will be When you step through that door Hanging open in the sky You will greet him again The Sailor |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2004 : 20:24:46
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The Sailor sings his harlequin melodies and we dance...
When I was on the Ocean all I wanted was land... When I was crossing the Great Desert all I wanted was water... It is The Desire... The dream that will follow That is The Mountaintop...
Sometimes when I am with the woman I want to be alone... But when I am alone I always want to be with the woman...
It is the Desire of the Dream That fires our blood and Takes us to the oceans and The stars... It is not the arriving But the going...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2203 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2004 : 22:30:02
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Finally Under beckoning Heaven Peace comes armed On a benevolent wind Weapons are put up Children come down From the mountain In from the desert Out of the black and blue sea Their faces shine Like luminaria Nothing is smashed to smithereens No death tolls are taken today Prisoners and guards Soldiers and hostages All have amnesia Short-term We sit at one table Sharing the song And the long story It is the same story For now |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/04/2004 : 19:27:35
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There is and will be another story For each of us... The long golden tale of each Precious life... Some with love, Some with loss, Mostly both... Evry 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 We will All be Forever...
That choice is Always Ours and Ours Alone...
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/04/2004 : 22:10:30
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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 Shines like the Sun...
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