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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"
Lang/Beukema |
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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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Edited by - Ailinn on 02/24/2013 10:29:12 |
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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 |
Edited by - Ailinn on 11/20/2019 16:07:05 |
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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...
Rev B |
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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
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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...
Rev B |
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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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