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Ailinn
Windchimer

1563 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

1563 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
3744 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

1563 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

104 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
3744 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

1563 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

104 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
5417 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
1782 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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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2011 :  17:56:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Warp speed 10 !!


BGee
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San Diego
Rocker

429 Posts

Posted - 04/12/2011 :  13:48:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So leave it to me now
to plan carefully for success and the wealth it brings,
to counsel the dear ones close to my heart
and to welcome any intellectual stimulation that comes my way
though that sounds like a lot to get done on a Tuesday.

I am better off closing the newspaper,
putting on the clothes I wore yesterday
(when I read that your financial prospects were looking up)
then pushing off on my copper-colored bicycle
and pedaling along the road by the shore of the bay.

And you go on being perfect just where you are,
lying there in your beautiful blue suit,
your hands crossed upon your chest
like the wings of a bird who hads flown
in its strange migration straight up from earth
and pierced the enormous circle of the zodiac.

-Billy Collins
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/13/2011 :  19:12:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are tired of the game they're running on us.
We are too new to know.
We are sure we are the only lovers
that have ever felt this way [we think]

We are hoping we are better every day
we get closer to death.

We are misunderstood and overlooked
and
underhandled and overbearing.
We are too much to take
except in small doses.

We are certain there is always
something left to lose and
nothing to gain or maybe it's
nothing left to lose and
evrything to gain.

We are sure we have lost decades to desires of the senses.
We are everything we needed to be
and nothing of what we thought we'd be.

We have never been to a Great Adventure or a Six Flags
but have been to the original Disneyland on mushrooms.

We are missing the way it used to be but
loving what it is.

We are always only about twelve steps away
from falling down a rabbit hole.

We are folks that have worked our whole lives
but are hedonists at heart.

We are mostly delightful.

We are
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1563 Posts

Posted - 04/13/2011 :  19:23:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...haven't jumped off the cliff yet.

From the start, her starry tears, her belled shoes water-logged. The mute fortune teller with ruby-stung ears and shivering shawl-draped shoulders. The magician with his sleight-of-heart sleeves full of feathers, his annoymous double-blank thumbs. He closes her eyes with ashes. He places his mouth over hers. A tincture of opium on the night stand. The black sky alive with wings.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1563 Posts

Posted - 04/13/2011 :  19:32:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Here at the edge of History
Wine on the table
Coral flush in the sky
The season settling in
Its intuit harmonic gamble
We are talking
With sand and with stones
Temporal rays bend
Your eyes squinting in
Refracted Santa Ana
Wind in the brittlebush
And tasseled Ocotillo
Monkeyflowers conspiring
Rumors of Orion
Behind the sovereign Santa Rosas
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/16/2011 :  05:01:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Precious endings
anxious beginnings.
A rest stop on
the road to eternity.
Eyes meet level as the
waves tilt the table.
She holds her teacup
as my coffee spills.
Her laugh echoes
across the water and
into forever
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1563 Posts

Posted - 04/17/2011 :  20:48:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"When this movie stops..." he says. He's re-writing history at the kitchen table. Crumpled napkins. Lots of gold ink. She's trying to prepare for the next life. The one he believes in.
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