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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
 Posted - 07/25/2008 : 19:29:00
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He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
He told me a joke
He told me to keep away from the window
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
He made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
Our fingerprints disappeared
When we reached the Mexican border
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 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/30/2008 : 18:34:28
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God, but I loved watching Martina walk.
Especially in those high heels.
Back.
Back before even I knew her.
Back before that first time.
Back before I gave up everything for her.
She would walk by and you could follow the eyes
and heads as they followed her.
But, one day it was me she walked towards and
it was all over for me and my old heart...
A lifetime of living and dying in thirteen years.
And I never once doubted if she loved me...
I mean, All she had to do was walk away...
God, but I loved watching Martina walk. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 08/02/2008 : 17:07:09
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Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.
Screaming didn't help.
Praying might have, but he had picked the wrong God
and he seemed to be occupied elsewhere.
It was all gone.
Whatever pieces of his soul that were left in 92
drove away in a black SUV in 03.
He dove into the crystal clear waters of evil
and came out the other side and
stood on a beach where the sickly, sweet smell
of the air made him think he could live there.
As long as he had his canteen filled with Jameson's
and his knapsack full of pills, he even believed it.
He was wrong.
And screaming didn't help.
Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2008 : 23:13:49
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...And don't think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but
the roots are down there, riotous..."
Rumi |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2008 : 11:08:26
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We were sitting by the river watching the geese run from Ranger Dave and
Melinda said, Can we talk?
I said, what's on your mind, honeypot?
She said, What's up with you this summer?
I mean, you're driving that little SLK convertible,
buying plants every other day and
listening to a lot of Broadway tunes...
I said, you really have to come to grips
with your stereotypes problem...
And, Jesus, if You're questioning my sexuality,
where the Hell does that leave us?
No, no, Nanette, she said, I'm not sayin nuthin,
I'm just sayin how it looks; I mean if the dress fits, wear it....
I said, Look, I am not comfortable even discussing this
with you in this day and age....
[and much to my shame, I trotted out an old joke]
I don't have a gay bone in my body, sweetie....
Well,Ok, maybe one...
I said, Listen, put it to rest, will ya?
I'm about as gay as John Wayne...
She said, wasn't his name Marion?
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/22/2008 : 23:41:19
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Let's do that one more time, sweet darlin', before we leave
this earth. We can do it, I want you to believe that!! We'll
just buy that motorcycle down the street, and gear up and ... just..
GO !! Yes, it has. It's been many years since we took that
road trip. But, honey, we always talked about doin' it again,
didn't we? Life got busy, and times got hard here and there, but
lookin' forward to backtracking a little kind of kept us goin'.
Now, didn't it? Come on, Rob ! We've still got enough speed in
our hearts to get on the road again. They say that motorcycles
aren't respected as much as they used to be, and they weren't
respected a whole lot back then, but we'll just go ahead and do it!!
You hear me, don't you, Rob? Listen up. When we get up there,
it will be close to dark. Remember how it was? They turned those
beautiful lights on and you could see the Falls on both sides,
the American and the Canadian sides. Oh, Lordy. I don't know why
we've waited so long to go back. We have to be hurrying, now,
you ... KNOW ??? Let me pull my chair up a little closer, so you
can hear me better, my love. Rob, you are the love of my life.
You know that? The love of my life. We have so many things yet
to do, but that Niagara Falls .... that's gonna be the first......
Oh, honey, let me get you a blanket. You feel so cold.
What? Excuse me? Could you come a little closer, nurse? I was
talkin' to Rob and didn't hear you. Oh, you want me to come with
you ? Okay. Rob, honey....I'll be right back. Just keep
thinkin' about that wonderful trip. The nurse needs me for a second.
....only a second, honey. Well, maybe a minute. But, only for a
minute, baby. I'll get that blanket for you.
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Edited by - BarbraG on 08/24/2008 01:37:11 |
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1820 Posts |
Posted - 08/23/2008 : 07:48:17
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Brought tears to my eyes, BGee. Wonderful job.
Joe |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 08/30/2008 : 20:53:06
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You can't be Too strong...
They tell me I need to make a "fearless moral inventory" and seek
forgiveness.
There are some sleeping dogs in dark corners I don't want to or have to
kick.
There are some movies that come back on their own, nite after nite,
a running dialog with myself and whatever Gods are still listening.
There are some things I don't want forgiven, wanting the
sharp edge of their memory cutting me, shaping me,
forging me over the coals.
The basement in Pittsburgh, huddled in filth,
hiding from The War...
The beach in California where I "died."
His body on the road.
Her face when I told her.
Saying goodbye to Martina, laying in a bed
in the back of a truck.
The abuse heaped upon the ones I loved
and myself.
The selfishness, the cowardice, the weakness, the stubborness.
The turning away,
the lost years,
the rivers crossed at nite in the darkness...
Maybe someday I will find that there really is
A God that forgives...
For now, it's up to me to have the courage to
leave behind the failures and move on
with strength...
You can't be Too strong...
~*~
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2008 : 23:10:33
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The oaks. The live oaks. With the stringy, ugly moss hanging
all over them. And, yet, I love the moss. It reminds me of
a place where I felt safe...beside a river that winds from the
Okefenokee Swamp to the Gulf of Mexico...a river that rises and
falls with whatever the rainfall is in the swamp. The river. How
I love that river, and that river loves me. I can feel it when I
sit on the bank and let my feet sink into its' current, how it
swirls around and gently beckons me to come in, if only for a little
while. But, my river is dirty now. The place where I sit is
right where a cool water spring flows. I watch the river as it
goes by but can't enter the springs that feeds it. It's good
that it can't dirty the source of its' life. We can learn a lot
from a river.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2008 : 16:56:00
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| Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. The moon climbing up the canyon wall. Votives burning the house down in Mexico. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 16:14:36
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| Race Point in the Eighties. An Astrid Gilberto kind of beach. Dressed in white for the sunset. High heels dangling from her one hand,the other resting on my lower back. Boston in the distance on one side, England to the other.The Sun disappears into Boston and is never heard from again... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:24:40
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| You have my heart apart on the table. Like the delicate springs and washers inside those watches you're always tinkering with. Your eyeglasses paused midway down the bridge of your nose. A rapt look on your face when your Triplet Loupe discovers the truth behind the hours. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:27:07
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Time has a way of changing everything.
Truth has a way of changing all the time.
Mickey Newbury |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:28:29
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...funny...how different the story
once it's been around the table.
Mickey Newbury |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 14:28:33
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A Fable [With homage to the Three Stooges]
Leaky boat on a wide river;
patching, bailing, staying afloat, but just barely...
Came across a swimmer that had lost her own boat....
She asked aboard...
I told her that it was floundering at best and sinking at worst...
Her thought was that with two bailing and patching we could make it to shore...
It worked for a few days, but the water was winning even before the storm...
When the storm hit, she kept bailing,
but I had the grand idea that if the water wanted the boat,
I would help it leave so I started banging big chunks in the bottom of the boat so the water could leave quicker...
She slipped thru one of the holes...
I am floating on a piece of what is left....
I sure hope she makes it to shore...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 14:31:10
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She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach.
Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips, hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Curve of hips against the ocean.
Arms encircling bare backs.
Breathing coming in gulps, throat growing huskier...
Laying entwined in the sand, legs around legs, arm over chest,
she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot..
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 21:47:14
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Goin' nowhere, down a one-way street. Puttin' the
pedal to the metal, tires squealing. Red lights are
comin' up fast in the rearview mirror. Thought sure
I had lost that sucker, but looks like he's goin' to
chase me 'til he catches me. Time was, I coulda outrun
him. Time was, he coulda never caught me. Time was ..
runnin' out. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2008 : 20:23:55
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The night I went to Hell in 1991
started simply enough.
I opened a bottle of Peppermint schnapps.
The events that followed tumbled around
on their own after that,
but I take full responsibility.
I always have. I always will.
I made mistakes that affected other's lives greatly
and forever condemned mine to Hell.
This is not drama or maudlin or meant as
anything but a statement of fact.
And, by the way.
It's not something you have to wait for.
You know it right away when it shows up at the door...
~*~ |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2008 : 21:08:53
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"Night after nighttime
Man a whole lifetime
Got them Rainy Day Blues..." |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 18:54:46
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| No harm in his dark. One white candle flickering at the end of the long hall. Sure, the stars crowd around him. The angels in Heaven do too. |
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