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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 09/24/2022 :  23:33:00  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I sit with her in the darkness.
I wait for the one
that they say is looking for me.

I am more than armed;
gun in one pocket,
Bible in the other...

I can stand the silence no longer;
I take the Bible out
and lay
it on the table;
I take the gun out
and hand it to Carmelita;
I take my jacket
and collar off and remove my hat.
I am ready...

To DANCE...

I pirouette around the room
as she watches, shaken, stunned at first...

I collapse into my chair
Laughing like a madman...

When I feel the Spirit
in me like this,
I Must Fight or make mad,
passionate love,
or dance.

I do not favor one over the other,
but I LOVE to DANCE...

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 09/27/2022 :  22:54:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
From the Journals of Rev Buckman
-Jasper-

We had every reason to expect
they’d come after us, and they did.
When they killed our little dog Jasper in
the last raid, we lit into them with no mercy.
There was very little thought given to our creator and
when we were done with the blood letting
we had precious little to say to Him and
we expect he pretty much felt the same towards us.

I don’t mind sayin here and now that I will bear a grudge
against The Old Man for a long long time.
If He can’t help us or comfort us,
then he should just stay the hell out of our way.

It is raining harder now and I sink deeper into my old coat as
we ride away…

Hank Beukema Sept 2022
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 09/29/2022 :  01:33:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Every night. Every morning before I open my eyes.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2022 :  02:50:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sat on her back porch drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust.

She whispered to me
[a sound like a butterfly sighing]
You know,
The secrets we keep from each other
are the same ones we keep from ourselves.

Don't take it personally, ok?
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2022 :  01:53:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

She’s following the road from redemption to salvation
She’s following the music from the darkness to the light.
She thought her heart was able, strong and fearless
But she’s running out of miracles tonight.

Every moment spent in righteous anger
Every moment spent without forgiveness
God tells her what he cannot do
She needs Him to lead her to her rest.

She remembers the things her mother told her
She remembers his foul breath in the night
She only wants the nightmares to stop
But she’s running out of miracles tonight.

Every moment spent treading water
Every moment spent fighting back
She needs the joy her father promised
She needs to lighten her heavy pack

She’s following the road from redemption to salvation
She’s following the music from the darkness to the light
She thought her heart was able, strong and fearless
But she’s running out of miracles tonight.

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2022 :  17:21:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Days gone by.

Blurred moon. Willowy trees whispering in the yard. Candles in the corner sputtering. Seminal moments in the shadow of Fall. Well...? he says finally, pacing in his midnight dark shirt. My father loved history and books, she says. Grand ships on wide oceans. Stories of adventure that made me restless and impatient. I'm not brave, I'm stubborn.

He takes her wrists in his hands. His floating blue universe. His historical perspective. His kaleidoscopic point of view. How long? she says. Until we grow wings, he says. The first woman who stepped out of Adam knew this.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2022 :  17:24:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Curanderos release their ritual smoke. Heads bowed. Lost to the stars.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2022 :  05:18:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl....

I have decided that all future sermons
will be delivered by the iron
that is on my hip.
There are more men that need
dispatching than there
are that need saving.

With each
passing day I sink
farther and farther into desperation.
The calling that started me on
this path has left me,
I am fearful, for good.
The body I came to the dance with has
dissipated so far
as to be useful for nothing.

I push the horse
into the mountains where
I can leave behind the hard men
and the sad-eyed women.
I am no longer fit to be in the
company of people,
good or evil.

I need some time
with the creeks and the prairies,
The mountains and the wind.
I need some time with nothing
or no one but the things that were
here before The Great One
spoiled it with Man.

I need some time...

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 10/18/2022 :  06:24:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Awaiting events.
Audacious little fiddles going on in curtained booths.
Porkpie hats easing through the back door.
Hat-check girl with eyes of midnite.
Leather and lead sap in my left pocket,
Artillery in the right.

Slapstick thugs from a bad movie,
staring at me.
I tried hard to look human.
The plot persisted in thickening.

Serenity, peace and contentment
were for suckers;
I opened the door marked Keep Out.
The room spun once and began to fade.

Nearer my God to thee flashed in neon.
Everything went black…
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 10/18/2022 :  22:46:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The sailor sings his harlequin melodies and we dance.

When I was on the ocean all I wanted was land. When I was crossing the great desert all I wanted was water. It is the desire, the dream that will follow, That is the mountaintop.

Sometimes when I am with the woman I want to be alone.
But when I am alone, I always want to be with the woman.

It is the desire of the dream that fires our blood and takes us to the oceans and the stars.

It is not the arriving but the going that matters.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2022 :  18:19:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dr. Thompkins was our formidable instructor. Well over 6 feet. A dour man with an ashen complexion. Rail-thin with a shiny round head and thick-lens glasses. The only time I saw him smile was with the two Vets in class. Rough men who showed up every day in camouflage jackets. Astonishing talents. We had live models for Figure Study and their drawings leaped off the page. I wondered if war had affected their art. "Go on," he says. Talking and listening and listening. Missing a meal. Turning the lights on when it grows too dark to see. Revealing his own curiosity. His wonder and speculation. In the end there are always more questions. "Wake up in the middle of the night and write it all down..."

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/30/2022 17:32:52
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2022 :  18:21:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All this blue between us and the sky full of trembling birds.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2022 :  18:02:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sun ticking down on that bluebonnet town. White fence with black iron spindles. Morning glory open on the lattice. "A day with some yesterday in it," he says. His laugh when she touches his face. His heart's tender cargo. His mind's boundless quest. His curiosity that borders on reckless.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2022 :  19:09:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sandy path through the beach grass. Two white egrets in the riprap along the lagoon. "How old were you then? What else do you remember? Talk to me," he says. Barges and freighters. Tugs on the Hudson. The Battery. The energy there. Street pretzels. Horn & Hardart's cherry pie. Ted with his cases of Mateus Rose and State Line potato chips. Lions on the library steps. Sundays in the stacks honey light. The cavernous quiet there. Familiar strangers. Scattered pages and Parker pens on the tables. High wheel chandeliers. Motes floating in rays through arch windows. Safe harbor. "Days in amber," he says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2022 :  19:14:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He covers his work with a sheet. Except the one he calls, A Dream in the Reeds. Flags run up the sky over sails in the harbor. "Write me a letter," he says. Write one every day." Dear Mister...she writes. Dear Sir...

Air 72, Water 68.
San Ysidro Checkpoint wait time, 114 minutes.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 11/21/2022 :  01:10:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
THANKSGIVING DAY WITH RALPH [THE HUDSON RIVER BiPOLAR BEAR] AND REV BUCKMAN

Ralph [[ the Hudson River BiPolar bear]] was downstairs dancing to Ray Charles singing Eleanor Rigby and watching dirty movies on cable...

I said, Ralphie, what are you thankful for?

He said, [[ Um, Jameson's, Ray Charles and, uh, dirty movies...]]

Wow, I said, you really have a small window you look out of, don't you?

Rev Buckman was sitting out back just staring at the woods...
I said, Rev, how about you?

He said, between God the Devil and you,
everything I have ever loved has been taken from me.
The baby, the women.... The pills...
Just what I gotta be thankful for?

I said, You are lucky that I don't kill you off,
you can be thankful for that, okay, curmudgeon?

I said, Guys, listen up...
Today is the day when Americans go to the storeroom of their souls and take an inventory and appreciate what they have that many, many others do not...

I said, it's a tradition and it's one of those things that let's us stop for a minute and look back and look ahead and kind of put a pin in the map of the Universe that says, YOU ARE HERE.

Then I thanked the Gods that I sometimes talked to and sometimes even talked to me, for being alive and sober for one more day...

That's it.
They know the rest,
that's why they got the job as Gods...

Besides, everything else is just gravy...

Hank Beukema
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2933 Posts

Posted - 11/21/2022 :  10:04:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


After five days and nights on the whiskey
I finally stopped.
The only medicine I have, for now,
and it does more harm than good.
But, of course,
The pain in the liver has came back.
The itching and the twitching legs
and the burning yet numb feet
are worse than ever.

A few days of peace and comfort
have turned back into
nights crawling through hell.
There is no sound and fury
like being spun on this
carousel of demons.
There seems no way to get off.

I beg the Gods for help but
they must all be busy with
those that did not cause their own problems.
I don’t need reminding, I scream to them.
Help me or ****ing kill me.
I’m not sure I care which anymore.

I look to the cross and it is burning.
I roll away the stone from the tomb.
A serpentine finger beckons to me,
with a bottle sitting on a table.
**** you, I say, I’m not done here yet.
It’s been a hell of a party and
there’s more to come.

I promise.

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 11/30/2022 :  17:28:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Glitter ice. Immaculate white winter. Blades on the hemispheric wind where frost heaves the sidewalks and the rivers freeze. Fieldstone fireplace the length of the room. "Do you have a warmer coat?" Sister asked. "The furnace is unreliable." She smiled and handed me a ribbon-tied bag of candy. Hershey's Kisses. Little sparks of silver foil on the snow. "Our other minds..." he says. They're walking along the gravel path. Confetti light through the fig trees where the land slopes away to the tracks and Interstate 5. "Different life..." he says, "different book..."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 12/10/2022 :  17:16:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Days like this..." he says. Sanderlings skating at the water's edge. High tide hieroglyphics. The beach aglow with jingle shells. The ocean dream-sheened and tranquil. "How the shore changes with each day," he says. His lucent mind and sun-shined shoulders.

Edited by - Ailinn on 12/10/2022 18:13:18
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2397 Posts

Posted - 12/10/2022 :  17:23:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
LOSSAN is the rail corridor that runs between San Diego, Los Angeles and San Luis Obispo. The tracks on the bluff top at San Clemente moved more than 28 inches toward the ocean since September 2021. "We measure the slope movement hourly. We are showing daily incremental movement, very slight, but every day it moves a little bit. It seems to move a little more every time we have large tidal fluctuations." OCTA Spokesperson. On November 29, 2019 the bluff collapsed at Del Mar a few feet from the tracks. "Beachgoers are encouraged to keep a safe distance from the steep cliff sides." SANDAG Spokesperson.

Edited by - Ailinn on 12/10/2022 18:14:59
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