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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
 Posted - 11/10/2006 : 18:59:06
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| "Hop in," he says. His elbow out the window. His fast foot tapping the floor. Sunset slides across the windshield. He follows the red X's right off the page. His foolproof map of escape. Later when he falls asleep at the wheel she nudges him awake. He opens his eyes. He smiles and nods. "For my next trick..." he says, and winks. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 23:10:01
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Melinda came by tonite...
I told her that Rebecca had all of me, dont even bother...
She said lay back and see what you say about Rebecca...
I said
Give it your best shot...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/11/2006 : 11:43:28
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I hit this one dead center...
I gave it my best shot that ever killed a man but it did not even sting this
woman...
I can make a tame woman wild but I
Apparently cannot make a wild woman tame...
Oh well, it is her loss....
Melinda will come back to me even if the one I want
doesn't or won't...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 11/11/2006 : 17:07:39
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| She watches The Magician step to the foot of the stage. Sees the hopefuls in the front row lean closer. Knows it's his cracked-in-half laughter that saves them all. He tosses the Life Preserver into the crowd. Picks up the saw and moves forward. Her pins-and-needle sleeping limbs. Her wide open unblinking eyes. The Shaman in the parking lot is lighting small fires when the limo driver drops his last fare. The lobstermen on wet decks are hauling in full pots of November. The pedestaled Life Guards gaze out upon the camouflage sea. Their neon trunks and zinc oxide noses a beacon for thoses in the undertow. "Pixels," The Magician warns, and begins sawing, "too close to the big picture to see." |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 01:04:29
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"I will never leave thee
nor forsake thee"
how could I ever forget you. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 02:18:13
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a poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses
his feeling through words. this may sound easy.
it isn't. almost anybody can learn to think or
believe or know, but not a single human being
can be taught to feel. why? because whenever you
think or you believe or you know, you're a lot
of other people; but the moment you feel, you're
nobody-but-yourself.
e.e. cummings
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 20:27:37
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Melinda is gone...
Rebecca is back...
I was thrown out of the saloon,
Actually lifted up and thrown out...
Busy couple of nites...
Rev Buckman |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 11/15/2006 : 20:07:38
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Mantis praying at my door.
Winter's way is soon to come.
North wind blowing in a cold spell.
Geese are calling in the moonlit night.
The Fall, my most favorite time of the year.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/17/2006 : 02:32:45
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As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Novembers...
Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...
I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...
But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry November sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/17/2006 : 02:36:37
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Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Doug Lang
Swinger
Canada
1135 Posts |
Posted - 11/17/2006 : 03:43:04
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"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved
a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say
what that possibility is. I think that it has something
to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy
results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos
of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he
did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think
that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for
there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of
a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance
that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski.
His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing
of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with
wind and rock.
"Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself
to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with angels,
he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state
of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and
finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape
of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart.
It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters
of love."
Leonard Cohen
from his second novel, "Beautiful Losers" (1966)
http://www.myspace.com/dukelang |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/18/2006 : 11:00:44
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Rebecca said to me,
Jesus said, Lo I am with you always...
Rebecca says, High you are on your own...
There's always somebody
Tryin to ruin a good time...
Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/18/2006 : 11:17:14
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I had decided I would shoot Rebecca
The next time I saw her
When Melinda came by for her nightly, um, visit...
She said, Well, Preacher....
As long as you have your pistol out.................................
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 11/19/2006 : 02:54:49
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my brother Hank.
luv ya.
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 11/19/2006 : 08:26:52
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| Where's the gun that was floating around..... who do I need to shoot? |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 11/20/2006 : 22:07:25
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What you say I hold onto
Years away from learning
Listening with my heart |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2006 : 00:47:40
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who you are
let go of
tears away from yearning
keep listening [to the music]
with your heart |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2006 : 07:17:36
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NIGHTLY VIGIL NOV 23
Today I turn 85...
I chase the turkey as
Melinda and Rebecca chase me, laughing
[They're gettin along tonite...]
Rudy, Mick and Duke are here,
Waiting for the food
[No weapons or songwriting allowed]
Duke's looking for where I hid Clay's gun...
Rudy says, Where'd that damn horse go?
Mick chuckles, I sent the poor bastard
Out looking for where I hid the wind...
Some crazy cowboy tried to shoot it down last nite
So I put it in a safe place for the Holy Day...
Ah, Family......
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2006 : 17:25:03
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They've all left me now except for Mick...
We go to that place that is so familiar to us both...
The darkness takes on a different color now,
Talking about my memories of a future with Rebecca...
Mick has lots to say,
What to leave in what to leave out,
Rewrite, boy, rewrite or sometimes
Hell, just leave it alone...
I hold him to me, as a man, as a friend
And feel his frailness and his strength, both...
I ask him to stay and
He says,
Didn't you know?
It's forever for those like us,
Just forever.............
For Ever, Mick, Thank you....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2006 : 17:28:59
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His eyes like stars, like scimitars. His heavy, silver hair. He's at the end of a long story. Far-fetched edges. Six wet miles at low tide. All those fractured wishes glittering along the highway. US 101's broken glass above them. There's the moon, now. In it's sky-locked cradle. Alight over the contradictive Pacific sea. They're sitting at the long table. Hands folded in thanksgiving. They've been sitting there a thousand years. Light melts in sooty globes around them.
Ailinn
Swinger
774 Posts
Posted - 11/23/2006 : 14:34:05
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Stars on the floor when he opens the door ready to tell the whole story. "Pages and pages of dreams," he says. "Guard your heart, now!" he cautions, and draws the torn shawl across her cold shoulders. There's the moon's crazed porcelain cup up over the treetops. The reluctant, high thin clouds. The pointed star only he can inviolably follow. He slips his warm palm under her elbow. Takes her into the sky. She has bells on her shoes. Fastened with invisible fishline. They leave a small music on the smoke-filled air. An owl blinks in a eucalyptus tree. "See how each leaf dreams it's own divine dream," he says. Down the sand-blown road the coast curves and glitters. O, dangerous midnights inventing the alphabet. Her hijacked heart. His black leather satchel on fire. Her counterfeit pen leaking it's blue infusion on the floor. His name and dark sail still a mystery.
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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The Nightly Vigil