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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
 Posted - 06/05/2007 : 10:00:50
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“Come out of the cave,” she said, “and meet Godot.”
“We been waitin’ for you” he said, stepping from the shadows. “The night don’t bother Cortelia none, but then neither does the day. As for me and my kin, I believe we were sidetracked.”
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 15:17:48
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There's a dark house the sun doesn't enter
A place where the light's not allowed
A shadow that tightens your center
And sets you apart from the crowd
Old spirits come for you later
They press and apply quite a force
Believing they'll help you go straighter
But crooked's the natural course
Crooked's the natural course
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 18:51:38
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| He's talking about time before they knew it was finite. His eye on the horizon and the fire-scarred fields. The haze of palo verde. A green fog that blankets the hill. The evening jasmine shimmering. The fault-line shivering beneath their feet. "I'm holding your heart out of harms way," he says. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2007 : 14:23:12
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"Yesterday’s gone like the ocean
Taken by the tide
Like the night in the morning
Like a bird when she flies
Yesterday’s gone and it’s only now
A place where today used to be
Lost in the space of forever an eternity"
~ Mickey Newbury |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2007 : 23:20:54
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"Peace at any price is no peace at all".
Dr. Phil |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 01:27:31
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Hallways are dark and empty in hotels on the top floor in the middle of the night. Too dark. Too empty. A door opens and history begins again in the shadows near the stairs. It's eerie. And, at the other end of the hall, even eerier. The man is 7 or 8 feet tall, in my mind, as he tiptoes from his room. He seems to be walking toward me, but I can see that he can't see me. That doesn't mean he can't "feel"
me as I stare at him in horror. I recall a movie I saw ... The Shining ... a few years ago. A crazy movie, with Jack Nicholson.
And, you know how crazy Jackie can be when he's being crazy. Surely,
he must be afraid to meet himself in a dark alley when he's lost it.
Nuts. The man is nuts. That's Jack !! But, who is the stranger in front of me, just inches away from my door. Inches away from me!!
Inches away from my little dog. I'm shaking and I don't know what to do. Somebody help me. Please ?? |
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 19:27:40
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"What's your puppy's name?" he asked as he slipped
from the shadows. "Nipper" I said, punching the elevator
button one more time for good measure. Trying not to
appear as startled... frightened, as I obviously was.
"Saw a piece on CNN last night about all the major
candidates and their animal choices. There were four or
five of them who didn't have any pet's!"
"I don't trust people who don't like animals" he said
as he knelt down to stroke Nipper's head.
Quite to my surprise, Nip seemed to enjoy the interaction.
(I didn't name him Nipper because he looked like the RCA
icon...)
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 20:33:34
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JonMark
You made me smile.
BarbraG |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 20:54:31
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Strange, yes. Strange indeed. One statement that is gleaned, one that is happened across that makes you stop, that makes you think.
"What was it you said?", I say.
"Trying to find myself, I went to the edge of reality, slipped, and fell off..."
"Are we there yet?", came the innocent child's voice from the backseat of the car, jolting me back to reality. I guess I was daydreaming once again while making the arduous drive 'cross country.
Craig
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 21:10:10
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This is just to tell you that an angel dangles at the end of
a high-pinned string, to tell you that it pirouettes for me
when the breeze comes blowing through my living room.
In the morning, half-awake, I bump my head against it.
It's the angel she placed on my pillow the last time she left,
a note folded, her handwriting in brave English, betrayed
just once by the blurred ink where one tear fell. The heart
will travel may years for the embrace of meaning. Meaning,
more than love, a way of keeping the stars from exploding.
In sleep now, my arms out so wide that I touch the buttons
and keys on both sides of the ocean, I squeeze together
an accordion of continents in one long, terrifying chord.
DL
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 22:05:34
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So long ago
It was so long ago
He is haunted by the times he knew before she was gone.
The memory of her holds him like
a chain left to rust in the rain.
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2007 : 07:53:16
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quote:
Originally posted by BarbraG
JonMark
You made me smile.
Ditto, BGee. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/09/2007 : 22:22:18
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| I am looking outside my window at the peaceful rain falling from a clear, blue sky. If there are clouds, they are far above what I can see with my eyes. From the oceans to the mountains and the valleys in between, drought stricken land is in need of water. The thunder is rolling somewhere, and the lightning is striking, but not outside my window. Peaceful rain.. Quiet rain. Musical rain. Beautiful. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 03:51:06
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 20:10:43
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| There was nothing in her that didn't lean hard toward him. On the dark march toward wisdom he was her lamp and her fire. Candles on the table burning the house down. Colored stains in the wood where the wax melted and cooled. The old oaken table with its many carved words. The Civil Guard at their door. Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. And the moon coming up out of the canyon, yes. Juniper and sage on the air. And always the candles flickering. Their soft amber glow. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 23:26:28
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/12/2007 : 20:33:10
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls--
Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave - there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
E.A.P.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 06/13/2007 : 22:40:11
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"I suppose it's like whispering something to the person sitting next to you...and they in turn...pass it on. How different the story sounds...once it's been around the table."
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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The Nightly Vigil
