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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/27/2006 : 18:35:07
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A sea story. Where they wander in mortal forgetfulness. Through trees. Conflagrant green between Puerto Vallarta and Manzanillo's azure coves. A bluff-top above Careyes. Tile roof. Sun-dried adobe. Wrap-around wrought iron fence. Stone shrine in the courtyard corner. Neptune and Poseidon conspiring again. He sits with his chin in the palm of his hand. His faceted insight spread before him. His compass and sextant close to hand. His scrolled maps rolled out on the table. "Here," he says, tapping his finger when she glances over his shoulder. He points to X in the candlelit room. The house wraps itself around them. One more night. One more day. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2006 : 19:25:46
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She walks the bike through the sandy wash. Over tracks through eucalyptus and confetti pepper trees. Pushes the heavy door open. Hurries across the scarred, hardwood floor where he's waiting by the fireside in a puddle of rain. Steam rising around him in halos. Outside, the gauze sky begins to unspool. A star falls. Some broken shards of moon. His destiny. His quiet wreath of reverie. "Don't fix it," he says, "it's broken the right way." |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2006 : 20:04:39
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They arrive at the edge of the world. "We'll stop here," he says, "for now." |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 04/03/2006 : 19:44:38
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Honeysuckle in the air, Addicks deer feasting... Good ride today, alone.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/04/2006 : 01:26:43
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The way is rutted and there is no road. Just the bonnet-tops of the wagons before us. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/05/2006 : 20:47:29
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A fleeting thought caught in the corner of his eye. A faded signpost. Paved Road Ends. He remembers. Tells her the fog-bound story. Complimentary First Aid Kit. Elmer's Glue. Kindergarten glitter. |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 04/05/2006 : 21:12:31
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When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb...
~Pink Floyd - "Comfortably Numb" The Wall
It has been this way for three solid weeks. It has been sliced, disected and analyzed...again. I know better. It should be appreciated "as is". Nothing else listened to except "Looks Like Rain"
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/08/2006 : 19:26:36
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We cross the Border early. Tijuana is busy. Our friends aren't prepared for the onslaught of children begging at 7am. Here, Death is a celebration. The children sell Chiclets and suck anise candy skulls all day. Fierce faces made with black and white sugar. Mischief in their eyes. Black rings around their sweet bud mouths. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/08/2006 : 19:31:18
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Centuries old, they forget time and what rhymes with it. He pulls the sun from his pocket. Holds it above star-crossed trees. Orange groves at the edge of an ocean. Slim eucalyptus leaves. He guards the days blank pages faithfully. Under the accordion-pleated sky she lights candles. Sets the table. Places the fruit in a small wooden bowl. Hastily unpacks her trousseau. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/11/2006 : 18:49:03
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Hank, here's the original. (I eliminated much conversation about the dog. And whose sitting where at the card table. It's all in a trunk at the foot of the bed. What to save in case of earthquake or fire.)
NIGHTLY VIGIL AT THE CAFE LUPE
It is dark The Cafe is empty The kerosene lamp's yellow glow Throws shadows against the adobe I turn up the chairs on the tables Sweep the dirt into a pile by the door Outside the street is deserted Except for stony-eyed horses Shivering with equine fear How the land falls away from us! You stand beside me Looking out from under Your wide hat dreaming of horses Your eyes trace the hawks flight above canyons I lower my eyes against what you know Your atavistic knowledge When I look back again Your eyes have turned to stars *
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:01:23
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[Where are the stars? I see only holes. A light from behind the sky makes it's way through... touches the Earth and traces the ground until once again the midnight sun falls quietly over the edge. You can tell the moon is full, some crazy Cowboy tried to gun down the wind again this morning.][Mickey Newbury]
I sit in the back of the Cafe, in the dark, where no one can see me...I see it all, I hear it all......The Evil... The Evil ... I can no longer pretend it is not there.... Someday they will pay for who and what they are...They will not ever even know... One moment, here, drinking a whiskey; the next, in Hell... It will ruin their day... It is the Work of the Lord..... I continue to not feel a sense of guilt....
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:03:11
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The Carnival Whore told me That Blue Velvet was her Favorite song And that If I wanted to live past fifteen I should back slowly out of the tent And Forget that I ever Saw what I saw
Easy for her to say...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:04:20
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While we are Gods We can only watch them struggle... While we are Gods we cannot help them In their pain,,,
I wish that we could tell them to stop, Don't worry It won't change anything... Do your best Love one another Believe in what you have to....
Until we have faces We cannot help them... Someday Yahweh will Send one to walk among them....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:08:49
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Ailinn, Your original Vigil still inspires everything I do and also the writings of Jason Stone [Illiance]... Wow, do you realize how long you have kept this post going?? Mick would have loved it... You must get the sound files.... I don't want to have to come out there.... H
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/16/2006 : 13:44:41
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On the corner of State and Broadway they blew up the Hotel San Diego (built by John D. Spreckles in 1914). 358 pounds of nitroglycerin-based explosives. 900 holes drilled into 300 support columns. The explosion lasted 20 seconds. A light rain kept the dust down. "Implosion," the Firemen corrected me. The Hotel stood for 92 years. Meanwhile, in new, high-rise condominiums, folks celebrated with "Viewing Parties". Designer Coffees and Mimosas at 7am. "So, Que Paso?..." |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2006 : 17:07:45
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What a mouth Carmelita had on her....
She could drop a six foot man at ten paces with a word if he said something about her [or me] that she didn't like.... When I would make a feeble attempt at jealousy [as I had reason to be with women before her] she would toss back that beautiful mane and say...... I have been with you for thirteen years without a ring..... Do you think I stay for the money, Preacher? We had cheated late in the game and gambled everything on our love..... It was the last hand we had to play...
What a mouth Carmelita had on her...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2006 : 20:03:15
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STORIES I TELL THE SHERIFF
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 stay away from the window He made me lay down beside him His sleep was ahead of the posse His fingerprints disappeared Before we crossed the Mexican Border When I took the bullet out of his chest He didn't flinch or change his expression The way he let the water Run over his head for so long Made me think he had a fever He has scars that shine in the moonlight Brighter than the rest of his skin His eyes are blue and his hair is bluer But I can't tell you what he looks like It was dark Or his hat was pulled low And his mouth was covered With a bandana When I shrug my shoulders He rides away
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/23/2006 : 19:54:02
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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...
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2006 : 14:24:43
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My Daddy, I love you I'll always think of you All of the days of my life You made me a strong man Gave me a good plan Helped me find a good wife...
My country is callin me This fight is still part of me Tho I'd rather be at your side Out in the clearing Chasing our deer in That little thing that you ride...
There was never a minute That God wasn't in it Your life makes me so proud You're a man of the Earth You don't know what you're worth You didn't need to shout it out loud
Daddy, I love you There's no one above you We've shared so many days The good times the bad times The going half mad times You showed me all the right ways
My country is callin me This fight is still part of me Tho I need to be by your side Out in the clearing Chasing our deer in That little thing that you ride
Do me a favor Stay as my neighbor We need your kind in these parts Watching the kids grow There's so much that you know Your words are in all of our hearts
My Daddy, I love you I'll always think of you All of the days of my life You made me a strong man Gave me a good plan Brought me thru all of the strife....
My country is callin me This fight is still part of me Tho I need to be by your side Out in the clearing Chasing our deer in That little thing that you ride...
[For Col. Stephen Beukema- My Cuz on losing his Father - 2004]
Hank Beukema-BarbSong Music-2004
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2006 : 14:40:04
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That's beautiful, Hank, thanks for sharing with us.
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