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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 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 ...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 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
   
2217 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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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 06:56:03
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HANEY
Ol' Haney in the kitchen Detached from all he's known Don't pay him much attention now Leave him be alone Smoking home-rolled cigarettes Since Ethel passed away They'd both taken to talkin' less Wasn't much to say And remembering is trouble Old age can be a curse Haney once said bad luck's there To save us all from worse Save us all from worse
That kitchen table Haney has Cracks deep in the wood His wife'd scrub it awful hard Didn't do much good Jam and dirt and whiskey Sealed the cracks like glue A table like that, I'm not sure If it was ever new He'd smoke, she'd read the Bible He'd cough, she'd quote a verse Haney told me bad luck's there To save us all from worse Save us all from worse
Winter's hard on older folks Can't make it to the store Grand kids all living far away At work or off to war Ain't like it was before He sits there by the door
When Ethel died he got a kitten Gave the cat her name Calls that kitty Ethel Jr Life goes on the same Smokin' in the kitchen Whiskey in a glass Bible on the table Where she set it last When it comes to eatin' He feeds Ethel Jr first Bad luck, Haney told me Is there to save us all from worse Save us all from worse
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 18:06:31
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You can't go home again, they say.. How can you go that far? The folks you loved and left behind -- each followed their own star.. It ain't what it used to be, you see Though dreams are drifting by.. Of times you loved from long ago.. and memories that make you cry ..
You can't go home again and see the old porch rockers from the past.. When loved ones sat and rocked at night and spoke of things they thought would last.. There is some comfort in looking back-- But, you can't get there from here.. So, hold your memories and your dreams.. So that you'll always ... have them near ..
You can't go home again ..... ...... they say ...
BGee
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 18:59:59
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Sigh.....and sigh, again
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 06/01/2010 : 19:31:48
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I sat in the dark in the back of the saloon, saving the world...
I could smell the fear, the loneliness and the desperation in the room.
And that was just me.
OK, just kidding. I wasn't afraid.
The other two things just sorta grew on me, like hunger, no, that's not exactly right; more like lines on a man's face. After years of not looking, one day they were just there.
Loneliness and desperation were okay, but what with what I did, fear was not, I thought as I reached for the green bottle and looked at the gun lying next to it...
One for the lonely, one for the fear; The desperation I let go it's own way. Like hunger, it helped me keep an edge...
It was good for business...
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Joey L.
Swinger
  
USA
1383 Posts |
Posted - 06/03/2010 : 18:38:15
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TIME.
..... lay me down in the verdant green ...
The Future's Not ... |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:40:49
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It is a quiet night in this room
Karen Runk |
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Dave
Swinger
  
USA
1397 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:47:24
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As it should be.. |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:49:16
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Yes. As it should be...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:51:32
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Oil in the Gulf. Fear in the eyes of the residents. Tourist season cancelled. Pockets and cupboards empty. The peace found on the beach gone. Hurricane season is nigh. Or, is it? Not one hit our shores last year. Pray for another "no hurricane" summer.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 21:14:10
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I love this old room... The figurines on the tabletops, the dusty pictures on the walls, the white bearded handsome man that sings his waltzes quietly in the corner... The friends stopping by on the odd nite.....
But, Oh what a pallette the Irish Lady paints with! Her colours from The West set my heart ablaze!
I could listen to her paint all nite...
~*~ My heart is with you~*~ |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2010 : 09:41:34
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"I could listen to her paint all nite. "
I love that line, Hank. Hope you are well.
Barb
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Virginia
Swinger
  
723 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2010 : 09:47:07
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But, Oh what a pallette the Irish Lady paints with! Her colours from The West set my heart ablaze!
She does indeed... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2010 : 03:28:13
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DANCE ON ALONE
I know what you think, you've told me enough, Stop dwelling on it, on them Move on, Enough, Get outside yourself, stop whining...
But, it's not just for me anymore, Though it is certainly for me, too; There are those that need to know That think that they are the only ones That have had to go on and go on and Go so many years without... Without that son or daughter or lover. Husband or wife. There is comfort in numbers even if the number Is only two.
Do you know why they say a piece of you dies When someone you love dies? When you are intimate with a woman or a son, A man or a daughter, There are things you share with each of them that No one else in the world will Ever know... Pieces of you and who you are That after they're gone You're not sure if you made it up or if it Was really ever there at all. So you go on, less of You Than you started with, but With more heart and a thicker Skin than you had before...
But you put one foot out, And bring it back, Move the other over And bring it back; Curl your arm out into the empty space In front of you And you dance on alone In the dark With no music With no rhythm...
Until someone comes along And turns the light on for you.
Hank Beukema BarbSong Publishing-2005
[ROR, Rudy sends his love and affection]
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Jonmark
Windchimer
   
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2010 : 11:34:23
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Nice Hank. |
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