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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 02/20/2011 :  13:18:45  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-remembering Mick. "What do you think of birds, Ro? Do they have souls? Fish?... This turkey sandwich?...this pen?... Surely that pen does, Mick, I said. His gravelly laugh, then. A dangerous editor. A permanent cut.

I miss them both everyday.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1798 Posts

Posted - 02/20/2011 :  15:37:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My Dear Ailinn, Elise McKenna is the unforgettable character from Somewhere In Time, played by the beautiful actress, Jane Seymour. You know I don't believe in coincidence.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 02/20/2011 :  19:02:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My Dear Joseph, Neither do I. Looking forward to your new endeavor. Both of them. Love to you, Roxanne, and the family.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 02/22/2011 :  18:26:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All the days you walked beside me
Were all the days I did not fall,
Winter winds caress my soul now
Another day learning to crawl.

All the nights you laid beside me
Were the nights I did not shake,
God,
The doors are left wide open now
There's nothing left to take.

Did you leave me with a song to sing
So my lips would remember how?
Did you leave me for the past again,
While I'm stuck in here and now.

All the years a little slower
While the fingers hold on fast
Every night's a little longer
Midnight joys have mostly passed.

All the nights you laid beside me
Were the nights I did not shake,
God,
The doors are left wide open now
There's nothing left to take.

All the days you walked beside me
Were all the days I did not fall,
Winter winds caress my soul
Another day learning to crawl.

HB 2010
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1798 Posts

Posted - 02/25/2011 :  15:41:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He hears us Hank B
Inexplicably He knows
Us eternally
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 02/25/2011 :  18:50:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Darlin, I can't make excuses
For the kind of man I've been.
I've paid so many pipers
for so many deadly sins.
I'm not here making promises
Or trying to change your mind.
Just an old man chasing memories
Before the whiskey makes me blind.

[The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]

I never heard your crying
In the middle of the night.
I was busy burning bridges
And making up new lies.
The preacher says you lose your soul
When you sniff the devil's breath
The night's couldn't come fast enough
Until the day you left.

[She shimmies and she shakes that thing
Turns a good man over to wild
I still see that red dress in my dreams
Sometimes I even smile.]

We never had the money
But, baby, we had a time,
Golden Gate Park was hot that day
You were my first song that rhymed.
Those magical days of nineteen
Turned to forty overnight
Things get lost along the road
You can never make them right.

The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]

[She shimmies and she shakes that thing
Turns a good man over to wild
I still see that red dress in my dreams
Sometimes I even smile.]

The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]

Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 02/27/2011 :  17:48:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I think I heard she was Brazilian.

Her skin was a cup of coffee
half filled with cream.
She had on one of those little black dresses and
when she danced it was as if it was
as easy as breathing and yet
less than a whisper to my eyes.
Everything else stopped even the music
and the people talking and I just stood there
and watched her dance...

Forever...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 02/28/2011 :  21:02:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Eve steps out of Adam with her heart on her sleeve. Guilty before they begin.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 02/28/2011 :  21:11:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Adam races across State Route 127. Tumbleweed. Miles of mirage. "Do you know what I'm sayin'," he says. An alibi on the radio. His curved hand on her tanned knee. Adam cuts the lights but leaves the motor running. FM static rolling in.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3766 Posts

Posted - 03/07/2011 :  20:26:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
US Highway 90.
Brackettville, Texas.
Home of the real Alamo.
The one where John Wayne was Davy Crockett.
The ritual stop at the Burger 'N Shake.
Cheeseburger, fries and a coke.
Conversation with my fellow road warrior,
I survey the highway outside the picture frame window.
A man with a cross on his shoulder with a wheel at the bottom.
A man on a mission.
We all have our crosses to bear I concluded,
Smiling.
A snapshot of time...
In my mind's eye.

Craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/11/2011 :  20:19:11  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The horses stir, uneasy.
I creep into the camp as a cat walks on grass.
I take back what is mine and avenge the stealing of my soul.
I have no sense of guilt...

The men around the campfire eye me warily,
but none dare move.
They know me, and what I have lost,
and what I have lost makes me dangerous.

As I leave, I run their horses off with a slap,
leaving them powerless in the freezing wilderness.
and still, I feel no guilt...

Illiance and Grania stared at me as I rode in.
When I told them of the campsite and Our victory
they shed quiet tears for those who had not made it...

The river runs, the moon is high and clear
and it is oh, so bitter cold.
But, there is one more hand to be dealt before we rest.

I will never feel the guilt....


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 03/12/2011 :  18:05:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Adam lies on his heart side toward Eve's honey-comb soul. Divine light leaking through the louvers.

Eve steps out of Adam with a chip on her shoulder. Hairline cracks in the wallpaper. Something burning on the stove.

Adam has the Almanac out on the table again. A sky of roiling blue. A confluence that moves him.

Sails swell in the Bay through the window's low pane. Adam feeds the script through the shredder. Page by coffee-stained page. The fog-bound bridge swaying behind him.

What was it like waking up with the sheets on fire waiting for The Ark to arrive? Waiting for the olive branch in their sleeping-history high iron bed?

Was Eve "in love" with Adam? Don't you think she should have been? I suppose it's you who persists with these questions. So. How's the rodeo circuit, or are you riding for the brand?
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/30/2011 :  18:03:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
How dim sometimes the Light
we follow seems...

But when we get out
From the towns and
Their false glow that
Robs our vision...
Out under nothing but
The sky and His face,
Our eyes will again
divine the light and
The path thru the forest
Shines like the Sun...


As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other winters.

Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning.

I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...

But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry winter sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...
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Grania
Rocker

106 Posts

Posted - 03/30/2011 :  18:44:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Rev, ten more days and another year won. Let's dance.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3766 Posts

Posted - 03/31/2011 :  18:50:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
However so dim, the light draws us in.

Sometimes just a flicker.
Sometimes a roaring flame.
The flame still burns.

Tomorrow, we meet face to face...again.
Smiles. Laughter. Tears.
Because of the light.

It started with a single song.
A pure solitary voice.
An introspective glimpse.

~Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 04/06/2011 :  20:18:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In lacy water a man and a woman are walking through dreams on their slow way to Heaven. Joined at the hips. Syncopated. Sun in his eyes, pieces of sky, reflection of her tart-cherry hair. Later, coming home from the market, hips still knocking together. The talking man walking under geranium-stacked fire escapes. His voice catching in the peppery green.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/09/2011 :  12:39:20  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Four years ago tomorrow morning
I woke up with four bottles of Jameson's
and some pill bottles
in the basket next to my bed
after a three day weekend.

What I did the next day was
nothing brave or heroic,
I dug the holes myself.
But, as Jimmie Dale Gilmore said:
"I painted myself into a corner,
but footsteps are about to become
part of my design"

Live this life, buckos, while you can.

-Friend of Ralph and Rev Buckman, H
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Grania
Rocker

106 Posts

Posted - 04/09/2011 :  17:55:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Congratulations, Reverend!
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 04/09/2011 :  22:10:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Beautiful resurgence you've accomplished, Hank.
Proud to know you.
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1786 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2011 :  08:33:36  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Every now and then... all is as it should be.
Live long and prosper, Mr. Buckman.
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