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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/07/2010 : 16:19:21
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for Rodeo~
Leading the horses to water With their great anvil profiles Nodding close to our faces His unmistakable silhouette Rises against the night He is a man who can slip a cold knife Between his white teeth in a hurry He knows what is necessary
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/14/2010 : 06:54:46
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There was never such a moment Til you There was never such a sunrise Til you There was never such a time That it was so hard to say goodbye And I never missed a touch so much And the look in someone's eyes... Til you Not Til you...
I never knew I was handsome Or funny, or smart Never knew I wasn't alone Or that I had a heart Now that you're gone There's so much I didn't say So much to remember So much I have to pay
You made me feel like a movie star So clever was your way You made me feel beautiful And that I began your day I never did get thru to you Just what you meant to me I never made it clear, like you Just how you made me see
That
I never had a song to sing Til you I never had a girl to miss Til you There's been so many days In my life and times But in the days before and after you It seems that nothing rhymes
There was never such a moment Til you There was never such a sunrise Til you There was never such a time That it was so hard to say goodbye And I never missed a touch so much And the look in someone's eyes... Til you
Not Til you...
Hank Beukema - revbuckman music 2004 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2010 : 17:30:46
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...not where she wanted to be. But there she was, hollow with longing. Trying to prepare for the next life. The one he believed in. *
Antonio tended their garden. Alive where those around them were not. When lush velvet petals broke into bloom... When ferny, green vines curled around them. Antonio said it was a garden in the Spirit World. Antonio, too, though, is superstitious. |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 02/23/2010 : 06:56:05
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Aftermath
As time passed she longed to see him… as he did her. She stuck by her decision. He respected it. So there they were, mired in their isolation…mere miles from each other. He never went into town.She often regretted the pious choice she had made. She had gained an understanding of why he had to do what he had done. She never told him so.
So many lives were changed for the better. The town was a different place. Lives could be lived as they were meant to be lived.
Except for theirs.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/27/2010 : 13:09:45
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He knelt in the August road and told his son he loved him for the last time then slithered into a green bottle to drown. When it overflowed and he fell out much too late in the dance, he sometimes thought it snowed too much and that baseball was coming soon but he mostly couldn't remember why he cared; about much of anything. But he knew he could, he knew he did, once and future.
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andrew p
Firefly
    
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 02/27/2010 : 19:07:24
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bless you Hank...love ya man andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 01:14:54
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There never was a place she could go to just sit and read and relax, pictures forming in her brain from the words written on two porches ..... the front and the back. Faces, images, broken hearts, soul-searching, tributes to lost loved ones and the ones just found, -- going through her mind at high speed at times and slow at others. A gentle place to visit, with searchlights beckoning her to come and to stay, in the blaring sunlight or in the purple haze that hangs so sweetly in the air and makes it hard to leave when it's time to go. Like now.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 20:55:21
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-from Red Pictures.
He came back. He looked the same on the outside. Handsome still. But every night he woke up screaming and he pinned her to their wet bed. No 911 number then. He told her how he set the Huey down. How they came in a wave running at him. 19 years old in Charlie country. His 3am sweat tasted like vinegar. In the morning what he wanted was two over-easy and toast. "Burn it!" he insisted. The plush cushion behind his wired spine. She brushed her long mahogany-colored hair. Permanent bruises on her delicate wrists. Blue shadows. He said he was getting comfortable with Death in the room while they tried to keep their lives from unraveling beside Interstate 5.
"...and in that time when men decide to feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind."
Major Michael Davis O'Donnell 1 January 1970 Dak To, Vietnam
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 21:59:39
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"...but!... Isn't the paisley sky beautiful!" she says. A spiral of honey hits his toast. Life before the Revolution. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/01/2010 : 18:09:35
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The first time I left Martina, she screamed, she wailed, she threw things at me from the door, she threw gravel at the car.
Years later when she left me for the last time, I did the same things,
Towards the sky.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 03/01/2010 : 20:28:59
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The Walking Wounded souls are everywhere. They come back... or do they? Pictures permanently branded inside their brains are ever before them, surrounding them like a python, squeezing their last bits of sanity away... War is hell on the homefront, when they return. They're looking for what they knew as "home", but they never really find it again. It's lost to them ... forever buried on a faraway battlefield ... in their minds. The ones who don't come back walking may not be the ones who suffer the most... How can we ever know?
Our children .. straight from high school .. into war -- still manage to die like men, I've heard. If that gives comfort to anyone, let it be me.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/04/2010 : 17:49:26
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Casa Del Zorro. For sale behind chicken wire now. The money left town just ahead of the Feds. BANG! How he loves her aim. The way her hand comes up firing green bottles and beer cans off the broken stone wall.
"Take your sunglasses off," he says. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 17:24:02
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We've been friends long enough, he says Patting the tortillas dry Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes So I look up But I don't say a word Hey No use fishing for trouble And look at him Something is about to sneak up on him And he knows it
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 19:33:06
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Been feeling lately, like something is sneaking up on me. Or pushing me towards a cliff that I can't see.
But I still have that tiny, idiotic mustard-seed of faith that I will someday learn to fly.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 08:05:28
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Angels I have never seen but only heard, wrap me in their wings and carry me thru the nite.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 18:25:58
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Making Movies
"You're the AD, Baby. You scout the location," he says. So they move to the high house at the ocean end of town where the pavement ends and the gravel path narrows. Hard to see with all those trees around. He has to walk out to the road to collect the mail. She climbs twenty-one steps to fill the bird feeders. One morning a WIDE LOAD truck arrives with a Fayetteville gazebo and a Del Mar gondola balloon. A bright red crane sets them down on the edge of the bluff. Sandstone riprapping down the cliff side. That night, blushing clouds at sunset when the Sky West Express glides into Palomar. Hot stars above. Alive for hours. Wide-angle shot. Diffusion filter. Cue music. Pan out to ships at sea. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/09/2010 : 19:06:23
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"No dark books," he says. Pieces of bright sky falling.
"...where the bougainvillea brazenly dreams," he says, "...that story."
He's redesigning History in the kitchen. Many napkins. Gold ink. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 17:17:20
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She wants him on the street. Gold locket watch in his pocket. Pistol in his boot. Laughing when he falls through that hole in the sky, white shirt shining. And there he is! Stepping over cracks in the sidewalk. Whistling a tune that makes her lean against him. |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 18:57:40
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And I looked at her in disbelief, ....... slowly ...... and said .... I think I'll ........ have another drink. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 15:58:53
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As my fingers gripped the slippery rocks that made up the wall of the dank,dark well I found myself in, I heard a voice and looked up at a beautiful face looking down at me.
If I throw you a rope, she said, maybe I can save you.
That's okay. I'm fine, I said, I'm just getting good at this.
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