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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
 Posted - 04/25/2010 : 06:18:38
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So I said to Miranda,
Do you ever wonder what the next big thing is gonna be?
She said, [as usual] What do you mean?
[She says that alot]
I said, You know, like John Lennon said
nothing's gonna change my world,
but, of course, something did.
From towers sinking into themselves
against that brilliant blue background
to losing someone you love to death
or a whim of the weather or the whiskey,
every once in awhile,
you blink once
and the planets are in different places.
She said, Oh, that.
I try to stay away from
thinking about politics.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 04/27/2010 : 19:58:46
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She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Slipped just out of her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.
Winter spring summer fall
Lessons to be learned
Sure as there's a spark inside
Bridges can be burned
A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned
Morning brings another day
Filled with hope and chance
The gypsy music in her soul
Can make the angels dance
Dreams don't die when we awake
They just go deep inside
She's due a hundred days of laughter
For evry night she cried
She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Is just within her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.
A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 04/29/2010 : 13:13:10
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Whoa...Dude!!!  |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 04/30/2010 : 06:00:39
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quote:
Originally posted by rodeo
Whoa...Dude!!!
...and I mean it! |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 05/01/2010 : 14:47:15
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Sometimes he just had to go into town.
At first, he dreaded it…fearing he’d see her. Actually, several times...he did.
But he was always able to duck around a corner or step back into a shadow.
He knew he should face her. It was easier to hide.
This time, he walked out of the store right as she was walking in.
He dropped the box of ammo on the sidewalk. He didn’t even look at the .45 rounds as they rolled across the wooden deck and out into the street.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey, yourself.”
He went home and sat on the porch all night.
She went home and sat at the table and stared out the window.
Same night. Same moon. Same thoughts. Same memories.
Danville is twice as far away…but I’ll go there next time.
“Hey, yourself”? What an idiot.
Why didn’t I tell him about the times I’d seen him hiding from me?
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 05/01/2010 : 18:08:23
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Fog-bound payoffs behind the dumpsters at Du-par's. Not a bad guy, really. A Beat cop who couldn't get traction. A chain smoker with ribbons of blue scarving through 3am keyholes. A chin-up bar in the hallway off Fairfax and Third. He did it the hard way...grip facing out. Sleeveless undershirt tucked in his slept-in trousers. Secret compartment brown leather belt. He got a hot little tip on a cold case down on Olvera. In a city of 6000 unsolved homicides he hit the right one. When he cracked it he moved up to Latigo where he prayed for a languid death. A death on the beach in Daylight Saving Time. Late sunsets. A striped umbrella. A long-distance phone call. An unlocked door.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 05/02/2010 : 01:22:09
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Oh, so carefully she walked into the bedroom and stared at
the pillow where he had laid his head. She had the feeling he
would still be there and showed it with the butterfly steps
that she took slowly.. ever so slowly. Her five-year-old daughter
was in her bed sleeping soundly, after crying for her daddy for over
an hour after she had gone to bed. This had been the last straw.
The very last. The drug he was addicted to was ever in front of
them, along with tagging along in their daily steps now. She couldn't
trust him to not take the drug and drive with his daughter in
the car. For years, and to no avail, she had fought to keep her
marriage together, and to make him go into rehab. He felt he
couldn't do that because of his military career .. and so they were
at a stand-off. No solution in sight. She had determined it was
time to let him go ... if he would. She knew he would fight her
to the end because he didn't want the divorce. It was only when
she looked into her little girl's powder blue eyes full of tears
that she was even tempted to keep on. She still loved the man she
had married ..... but, here's the thing .. He wasn't that man
anymore. He had very few characteristics of that man left inside
him. It seemed they had loved all that they could, and lived
all that they could .. time would tell. Time and only time would
tell.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 05/02/2010 : 16:51:13
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| Struggling up Van Ness with their backs to the wind his heart fell into it. "A night to remember..." he said. The neon-lit fog. The great dark falling down at the top of the stairs. Ghirardelli confections displayed on gold fluted plates. A chocolate jewelry store window. She saw the big picture minus a few pixels. On an arrow-tipped spit her heart was turning. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 05/09/2010 : 20:08:51
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Some mistakes last forever.
[maybe]
Like a kid, distracted,
running in the road.
A bottle picked up at the wrong time.
or
a fling with tunnel vision.
Dancing with the devil
without any lessons.
Singing in the midnite choir
at the mission.
Blood for money on Market St.
Taking a 13 yr experiment
on gambling everything for love
and mostly losing,
but never really sure what the stakes
were at the start.
Some mistakes seem to last forever,
but they stay to remind you
what didn't work.
Next time, maybe you get it right.
Hank Beukema |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 05/09/2010 : 21:29:24
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Lost a friend Friday. Had no idea she was so sick .. hadn't been
to see her as much as I should have in the last couple of weeks.
Friday, when I had intended to go, her daughter called and said
"Joyce" was in ICU .. Went to see her that evening, and was not
ready for the condition I saw her in. She knew me .. and called my
name. Came home and told Roy that I would surprised if she made it
through the night. Her daughter wasn't there when I got there ..
had been to some kind of rehearsal .. While she had been gone, her
mother's vital signs had gotten worse, and her organs were shutting
down... The next afternoon, she came to my door (I live right
next door to where her mother lived). I answered the door and she
said .. "she's gone". "She's GONE ?" Regret and guilt filled
my mind and heart and I cried. Daughter told me the memorial
service would be next Saturday and, then, they were going to
celebrate her life. "celebrate " ?, I thought. The celebration
would have to relate to her before I met her.
I told Roy that I wouldn't be there. He thought we should go.
I said that all I could remember of Joyce's life was the five or
six years we had known her... Her life was full of depression,
illness, and devastating loneliness .. Her daughter had a date
to come to have dinner with her every Tuesday, and didn't come
around much except for that. She would stay for maybe three hours.
Once a week. And, she only lives ten minutes away, if that.
Joyce was a member of the Moose Lodge, and a Red Hatter ... and
attended many of those meetings with her daughter over the years
she was here. But, in the last couple of years, when she really
needed some of those friends to come and see her, no one did.
I know some could have.
I used to go visit and do and say the silliest things just so she
would laugh, and she would. She always walked me outside to the
screen door of her porch .. and, many times, she said .." You're
something else. I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you."
... and, she would laugh, and say I was the best neighbor, and
that she loved me. Just a couple of weeks ago, while I was
at my daughter's at Cocoa Beach, Joyce fell and lay there for
over 14 hours before her daughter showed up, probably worried
because her mom hadn't answered the phone. I had never seen
Joyce when she didn't have her Life Alert necklace on. But ...
she wasn't wearing it that night.
I miss her. I kept telling myself ... "I'll go see her tomorrow..."
and then .... tomorrow .... I just waited too long, thinking
she was going to be okay and be there when I got there.
She had finally decided in the last few months that she was ready
to go to Moose Haven, a home over in Jacksonville for Moose members.
She was waiting for a bed to come open. Her daughter had been
threatening to put her over there for a couple of years now, and
Joyce asked her to just wait until August of this year and then
decide. BUT, she has been in and out of hospitals and nursing
homes for the last six months. Her daughter would bring her
home from the hospital, or the home, stay about ten minutes and
leave. So, Joyce realized that she couldn't be alone anymore.
I don't think I'm judging. I just don't understand why the world
has so many situations like that today.
All I know is I can't attend that service. I might be the only
one there who is crying, and I wouldn't want to embarrass my sweet
Roy. Or anyone else. I know I assume a lot when I assume that ..
but, from what I've seen in the last five years .. it could
happen. I would pray not.
Anyway, Bon Voyage, my friend. I know I let you down. But, it
has been a good lesson for me in the future. DON'T put off untl
tomorrow what you can do TODAY !!!!! If you love someone, tell
them today. If someone needs something, help them today.
After all .. All we have is .... today.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 05/12/2010 : 19:31:24
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Shadows of Dreams
It's as easy as breathing to fall into love
But, how do we climb back out?
Their hearts weren't meant to be broken
Crushed by the shadows of doubt
He'd told her he was far past any point
There was nothing more to prove
She said don't lie to me and yourself
Truth is you've got nothing to lose.
Their worlds were tumbling in motion
At different and frantic speeds
Never time to think about wants
Each lived according to needs
A soul starts out with evrything
It needs to travel the road
One scared little heart is all we get
Made of flesh and blood not gold
Her eyes held the songs unwritten
Her spirit was flaming and bold
He's an old man who sits by the campfire
and cries when the ashes turn cold
Music was made, debts never paid
The piper doesn't work for free
No regrets, not a one, just shadows of dreams
Where real love becomes a memory
It's as easy as breathing to fall into love
But, how do we climb back out?
Their hearts weren't meant to be broken
Crushed by the shadows of doubt
Music was made, debts never paid
The piper doesn't work for free
No regrets, not a one, just shadows of dreams
Where real love becomes a memory
For Melinda
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 05/12/2010 : 21:48:32
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Barb....I'll try to remember that....about not putting off tomorrow. Nice thoughts.
Hank....All I can say is "SIGH"
Karen Runk |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 05/15/2010 : 20:21:26
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I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
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Edited by - rodeo on 05/15/2010 20:23:24 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 05/16/2010 : 09:25:48
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It Never Crossed My Mind [Jesse's Lament]
Evry day gets harder
When you're eighteen and alone
You're stuck inside your own head
You no longer have a home
The Demons are behind you
They've picked up on your trail
The road goes on forever
But you no longer have a rail
But, I'll never give it up
Give me any spark you find
I'll never take that way out
No, it never crossed my mind
I'll never leave you, Daddy,
I couldn't be that unkind
I'll never leave you, Mommy,
No, it never crossed my mind
It seems they just don't get it
You've given all you've got
The world beat you up today
It brought you to this spot
Go easy on my memry
Like the ticking of a clock
I ran as fast as I could run
Until I tripped on that last rock
But, I'll never give it up
Give me any spark you find
I'll never take that way out
No, it never crossed my mind
I'll never leave you, Daddy,
I couldn't be that unkind
I'll never leave you, Mommy,
No, it never crossed my mind
Hank Beukema April 2005
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 05/20/2010 : 05:03:57
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"They might not need me;
...but they might.
I'll let my head be just in sight.
A smile as small as mine might be
precisely their necessity," she said.
The "She" would be
Emily D
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 05/26/2010 : 20:17:49
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Have you ever heard a love song that broke your heart into..
Just stopped you by the roadside, tears welling up in you ..
You didn't know the singer and you hadn't heard the song --
But, you had to stop and listen .. the music was so strong ..
You lingered there just long enough for the song to fade away
And knew you'd have to buy this one, to have for a rainy day.
You had to stop and listen close-- 'til the singer was all done ...
The words had been so beautiful from the moment it had begun.
Have you ever heard a love song that stopped you on your way?
A songwriter sang his songs, to brighten up his sorrowed days ..
You could feel the pain and sadness, the heartbreak and the strife --
That made him write the music that brought comfort to your life..
When a singer sings a song that makes you take two steps back..
It might help you to remember when your life was not on track --
Words like - "times were so bad, but I remember the good"..
Can make you look back on things like you never thought you could.
Have you ever heard a love song that stopped you in your tracks?
The singer wrapped his words with music that keeps you coming back..
The melody is so soft and sweet, and you have to find the song--
The song that stopped you on your way, and kept you much too long ..
Have you ever heard a love song .. that broke your heart into ?
And stopped you by the roadside .. tears welling up in you ...
BGee |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2010 : 16:28:32
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-for Joe Z
Angels at the window staring in. Curious and still. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2010 : 18:02:19
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They were told that these things would not happen during their lifetime, but many years later, during yours.......It is all so wonderful that even the angels are eagerly watching these things happen.
1 Peter 1:12 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2010 : 18:55:12
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| There are nights when she leaves her body to follow his. When she stands in the open door of his heart holding her breath five miles from the border. Nights with candles and shadows and trellised roses at the door. |
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The Nightly Vigil
