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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 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
2820 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
2173 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
2173 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
2173 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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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 20:14:49
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| Rev~ We're out here at the end of the runway waving our red flares. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 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
2820 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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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 20:57:18
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| The music rises. The credits roll. The waves come sliding in. They're drinking coffee on the hood of his car outside the High Tide Cafe at 3am. Promises kept. Kept always. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 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
2820 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
2173 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
2173 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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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 19:54:21
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I remember getting excited when dad said to scrunch over cause the numbers on the 58 Plymouth dashboard was gonna go crazy and start over. I leaned over on his shoulder and the numbers went from 99999 9 to 00000 0... We both got so excited we almost went off the road...
This ol Vigil is about to finish 99 pages...
Wonder what happens then? |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 20:48:39
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"But, why are you staying on the island tonight, with such a
storm crashing in?"
"Why would you put emergency personnel at risk when they have
to come in and try and get you to safety?"
"Why do you think there is a chance that you can ride out this
hurricane safely when all the warnings say otherwise?"
"Where, on the island, is a safe place to hide? I know the
answer to that, but I want to hear it from you."
"In that keg of beer you bought, is there any assurance of
you not drowning in it?"
I was just wondering.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2008 : 20:20:55
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Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
keeping on toward the future,
toward what has been lost.
Once. You lamented? What was it?
A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe.
But now the whole tree of my jubilation
is breaking, in the storm it is breaking,
my slow tree of joy.
Loveliest in my invisible landscape,
you that made me more known
to the invisible angels.
Rainer Maria Rilke |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2008 : 06:08:14
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If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
I'm such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin' up the punch lines,
I've just been fakin' it,
Not really makin' it.
Is there any danger?
No, no, not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I've just been fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it-
I still haven't shaken it.
Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor.
("Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?")
I own the tailor's face and hands
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it-
I still haven't shaken it.
Paul Simon |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2008 : 17:00:50
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| He brought her back to the steeple-topped town in September. The season was pushing its dark wing against the sky. Melancholy time in the clock tower. Leaves collecting on the ground. A fretwork of empty branches. "If this were a true story...and it is..." he said, their shoulders touching in the tarry dark. He was insightful. He left nothing to chance. The getaway car with its tank full sequestered under the camouflage trees. An epic fog predicted for morning. |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2008 : 20:07:41
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A beautiful moment, Joe. Love to you and your family.
PS: What's happening with #2?
Roisin |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2008 : 20:09:19
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| The pages change, but the ink stains on their whorled fingerprints remain the same. |
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The Nightly Vigil