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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 16:45:18
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We stay where we are See that rope? We don’t take it Rev…I don't get it.
Please 'scuse the haikus |
Edited by - rodeo on 03/13/2010 12:19:25 |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 07:18:21
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Choices, Ro.
The rope or the heart? |
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andrew p
Firefly
    
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 09:02:00
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What we've done, and where we've been...eventually leads us to what we do, and where we are.
Life's a journey, not a destination.
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 12:07:03
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quote: Originally posted by buckman
Choices, Ro.
The rope or the heart?
Oh-h-h....OK, then. I take the heart!
no, wait---the rope... no...wait...I thought my heart said take the rope
crap
"If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room...." Rev Buckman |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/14/2010 : 16:51:58
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It's midnight. She's at the bar wearing sunglasses. She asks him for a light in French. Asks him if he is American. "Yes, Ma'am," he says, thumbing a flared match to her Marlboro. Later, he says, "How often do you run into someone who changes your life?" The riotous flowers Mardi Gras faces. The hot wind licking the plates. Down the sand-blown road a furious sunshine. At the edge of the continent it's all about water...and the tide rising under your bed. |
Edited by - Ailinn on 05/16/2020 18:29:39 |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/17/2010 : 06:38:24
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He digs the next hole He hits the bottom once more He climbs out again
Looking for a hand He never seems to find it He still struggles out
Bouncing back again He fears that next time he'll break The holes are still there |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 16:59:32
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IS IT ONLY ME?
Why does evrybody seem afraid of doing something wrong? There isn't any hurry But I can only wait so long. Her eyes alone can take me to the edges of the sky Her lips can leave me speechless and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time or do I have a chance To make up for all the years I'd forgotten how to dance? Been around the world and back To the sun, the stars, the moon Is this the one that's special Did my heart give up too soon?
Why does love seem sometimes to come in like a breeze Such a little girl to bring an old man to his knees Evrywhere is nowhere If I cannot see her face Redemption's just a word tonight Inside this empty space
Ask me too many questions I'll fill you full of lies Any thought I start to have Begins inside those eyes That thought alone can take me to the edges of the sky Her lips can leave me speechless and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time or do I have a chance To make up for all the years I'd forgotten how to dance Been around the world and back To the sun, the stars, the moon Is this the one that's special Did my heart give in too soon?
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic -2010
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 19:28:14
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She was a long lost reminder of the man I could've been The doors I should've walked on by The ones that drew me in Everyday another mile Further from that dream Reminding me that flesh & blood Are not all that they seem
She stumbled in late that night When I'd given up the chase I'd put oceans of whiskey down But had one more for the taste They all look like angels When it's quarter after three Her eyes were used to darkness A warm body filled the need
It's a tunnel running nowhere I love the life I lead It's me that flies and me that cries While those around me bleed Evrytime she made that sound I touched her deep inside The water's getting colder The river seems so wide.
She was a long lost reminder of the man I could've been The doors I should've walked on by The ones that drew me in Everyday another mile Further from that dream Reminding me that flesh & blood Are not all that they seem
Hank Beukema revbuckman music - 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 15:42:17
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-for Craig
The Twain thing. Man In White is a book length rebuttal to biographers who have presented Twain's waning days as ones of unrelieved bitterness and pain. Twain's moods changed frequently. It's unrealistic to saddle him with one dominant emotion during his final years, when he was as likely to assume the part of joker as well as that of the angry prophet. Not so for Laura Trombley's sour Mark Twain's Other Woman. ~
Historical note: Clara Clemens, Twain's oldest daughter who died in 1962, spent her final years at the Bahia Hotel on Mission Bay in San Diego. |
Edited by - Ailinn on 03/12/2016 18:25:40 |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 19:02:19
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Sometimes I yawn so widely that a tear rolls down my cheek. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/27/2010 : 06:51:59
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There are ghosts behind the house tonight They're partying in the woods She warned me not to leave her [As if I ever could] Strangers shout my name in the street They're knocking at my door She thinks she's gonna find me Passed out on the floor.
Too many voices talking in my head Too many wanting to be heard If she'd sing me the melody I know I could find the words
They're dancing in the moonlight keeping me awake Is she an angel or a devil Is a feeling I can't shake Gods and Generals call me all trying to spread the Word I used to be an eagle Now I'm just a tiny bird
Too many voices talking in my head Too many wanting to be heard If she'd sing me the melody I know I could find the words
I stumble thru the rocks and leaves to where I saw the light It;s gotten so quiet now they left without a fight The ones I've loved, the ones I've lost Come back again in songs There's so much in life that's good It's just taking so damn long Too many voices talking in my head Too many wanting to be heard If she'd sing me the melody I know I could find the words
If she'd just sing me the melody I could find the words. Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2010 : 13:37:21
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The gold wire you left in your saddlebag...I'm wearing around my wrist. As tight as you wound it. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2010 : 18:11:02
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...and another version of that song...
Karen Runk |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 03/29/2010 : 22:16:53
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"I used to be an Eagle, now, I'm just a tiny bird."
Love that line, Hank. And, this one, too.
"It's a tunnel running nowhere"
You write some pretty awesome stuff ... stuff I love to read. You write with everything in you .... comes from all that you are and have been. Right?
Love, BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/30/2010 : 21:36:05
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In her voice a dog is barking, Just outside my soul. She never saw the best of me She never saw me whole. Ornaments for earrings, Rainbow tattoos on her skin. Some days her hair was blonde Turned red the nights she sinned.
There never was the time then The way I've got it now. Forever's never long enough Always learning how. The times I knew and the times I cared They don't matter anymore Tonite that dog is barking Time to close up that back door.
Ornaments for earrings, Rainbow tattoos on her skin Some days her hair was blonde Turned red the nites she sinned.
One day or nite can change things The leaves blow down the street A woman laughs, a baby cries Did I teach her how to cheat? Somebody else's life Is playing in my head No direction left but up, More alive than dead
Years they pass, scars they show Redemption draweth nigh If it wasn't for the moonlight No one would see us cry Love comes to town once or twice Sometimes it even stays Like the circus, roll the tents The clown's the one who pays.
Ornaments for earrings, Rainbow tattoos on her skin Some days her hair was blonde Turned red the nites she sinned
Ornaments for earrings, Rainbow tattoos on her skin.
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/01/2010 : 19:15:17
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Where they sail to and where they arrive at are...not the same destination. "...just a little leap of Faith..." he says, treading water, pressing his mouth of invention to her ruby-stung ear. Later, he says, "I like to be surprised. How 'bout you?" |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:24:11
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Contagious candles. A litany of tides to enchant them. The usual palms and blue sky. All that falling-down Shangri La light where they live on the fault line leaning on Fate. "Bits and pieces of dreams scraping our cheeks," he says. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:24:47
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Divine intervention pried the lips of the shell She had a body from Heaven A swagger from Hell He never saw her coming Pirate smile on her lips You have one and like it It's that easy to slip. Sometimes in neon he could see clear as day The ferryman rides you but you don't want to pay Eyes closed you don't see it, the bottle, the lips You have one and like it It's that easy to slip The perfume is smelled when you take off the top Her skin, the white powders Too good to stop. Pleasure keeps rolling Like a train thru his hips You have one and like it It's so easy to slip
So Easy To Slip
Hank Beukema |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:38:56
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~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goodnight Sweet Prince |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 04/09/2010 : 14:39:55
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GIVIN UP ON GIVIN UP
They say no one likes a quitter And a quitter never wins, There's things I'm long past quitting That keep me where I've been
I'm riding round in circles Lord, I never see a smile I passed this place a week ago Yeah, It's the same old dusty mile
But I'm givin up on givin up I know it's going to take some doin But it's time I leave this highway This road is bound to lead to ruin I'm givin up on givin up God, I just can't take the pace When you're in a pack headin downhill You don't want to lead the race
I've seen my share of sunshine But mostly it's been rain I never see the top of the hill It's the same tired downbound train
Lord, I'm askin for one time to try Just One chance to get it right We've both been down this road before This time let me share your light
I'm givin up on givin up I know it's going to take some doin But it's time I leave this highway This road is bound to lead to ruin I'm givin up on givin up God, I just can't take the pace When you're in a pack headin downhill You don't want to lead the race
I'm givin up on givin up God, I just can't take the pace When you're in a pack headin downhill You don't want to lead the race
Hank Beukema - BarbSong Music - 2006
[THANK YOU, AILINN FOR EVERYTHING] Three years without drink or drugs today folks. Hooray me!! |
Edited by - buckman on 04/09/2010 18:14:42 |
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