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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/16/2011 :  18:22:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Stage. Man at the door been there 50 years,watched his hair recede over the years into the bad rug that sits there now. Pastrami with melted swiss on rye.... and two plates. Cole slaw and onion rings that don't get eaten. A jar of mustard to go. Back out into the sunshine and madness of midtown glory and pain.
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Grania
Rocker

103 Posts

Posted - 07/16/2011 :  19:50:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Carbonated blood in that city.
A privilege to dance with you.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/17/2011 :  18:09:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There are a very few times,
between your birth and your death,
when a bright light shines into
the darkest corners of your soul
and you see everything clearly for a second,
like an illuminated black and white photo
of a crime scene.

Then the light goes black
and you spend the rest of your life trying
to remember what you saw.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 07/18/2011 :  09:18:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Jonmark

According to the Beve, these are all that were saved:
http://www.jonmarkstone.com/bb/index.html




Jonmark..... a treasure.....
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 07/18/2011 :  13:56:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Becka

quote:
Originally posted by Jonmark

According to the Beve, these are all that were saved:
http://www.jonmarkstone.com/bb/index.html




Jonmark..... a treasure.....



If matter is neither created nor destroyed,
mustn't there be more somewhere out there in that vast
splattershpere?
Come, OhBeveOneKenoBee; let us reason together.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/18/2011 :  15:47:39  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Re: Goodnight Sweet Prince

From: Mick
Email:
Remote Name: 12.225.134.3
Date: 09-Aug-2002
Time: 01:41 AM
Comments

It's been a sweet summer my brother.Call me.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2011 :  20:05:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Murmers turn into whispers
Whispers turn into cries.
A scream heads for forever
In the valley of darkning skies.
Summer's oven blows full blast
The sound is now a shout
Hazy hot and humid
You're heading for a drought.

It's not the age that matters
It's the mileage on your soul
It's making all the pieces fit
That make the damn thing whole.
Did you lose him in a snowstorm?
Did you lose her in the rain?
Did you lose him to the laughter?
Did you lose her to the pain?

Did you share in her last sorrow?
Did you heal another's grief?
Some mornings brings you mercy
Some midnites bring a thief.
They have no clock they keep for you
To tell you when you'll heal
Some mornings find you dancing
Some nights you have to kneel.

It's not the age the matters
It's the mileage on your soul
It's making all the pieces fit
That make the damn thing whole.

Every river you've run so far
Has brought you to this place
The days and nights you've struggled
Full of folly, full of grace.
Redemption has a taste to it
It's like honey on your tongue
The musky smell of romance
When all the bells have rung

Murmers turn into whispers
Whispers turn into cries.
A scream heads for forever
In the valley of darkning skies.

Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2011
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3734 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2011 :  20:31:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Who honors those we love for the very life we live?
Who sends monsters to kill us...
And at the same time sings that we'll never die?
Who teaches us what's real...
And how to laugh at lies?
Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?
Who chains us...
And who holds the key that can set us free?

It's you.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2011 :  17:41:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
To hear Albert tell it, August was to blame for everything.

If he could make it through August
he'd have it licked.
Albert felt that a few Augusts
had treated him despicably and
probably had changed everything.

Like,
August of '67, still a kid,
when he found that by drinking the
foul amber liquid the fear was gone.
Yes, it was only for awhile but awhile
was better than every waking moment.

August of '91 when Albert was so boxed in
by darkness that he punched a hole through
it and came out into a deeper darkness
than he ever imagined existed,
while the only light he had known faded
back into a long mountain tunnel.

August of '92 and the boy and the road.

At that point Albert would usually say,
I rest my case and tip the Jameson's back.

Yeah, it must have been August that was to blame....

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1510 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2011 :  19:15:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's on his knees. Cold nights at his shoulders. A sea window to comfort him. A candle burning on the fog-damp sill. Salt-encrusted finials on their high iron bed. His storm-smudged eyes, journey-driven.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2011 :  13:36:17  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
WHERE OH WHERE

I climb out of the basement suite
Say hello to the day
Boot heels on the old concrete
Head to the old cafe
Where Macleod would kick my ass
With that Indian defense
A friendship bartered over chess
Ain't touched the pieces since

Where oh where are my old friends now?
Where oh where have those smiling faces gone?
You know, I think about them
It's lonely here without them
By their love and light I carry on

Grain bread from the bakery
Coffee down at Joe's
He plays that Spider John cd
Can't help but tap my toes
The women are so young now
Barely out of school
I have to bite my tongue now
As I watch them shootin' pool

chorus

The neighbourhood's not mine now
I come down anyway
Stare out the steamy window
Rememberin' the day
When Willie P and I first met
A bookstore on the Drive
Friends, the older that you get
There's fewer left alive

chorus

DL
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1510 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2011 :  17:12:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Eve, sheathed in red satin glistens. Adam reaches to light her long cigarette. Blue neon sizzles. Just the way he likes it.

Mass at 5. Heels up on the kneeler. The floor is drafty and cold. Perpetual November. Breakfast and refectory duties. Legions of kettles. Crusted pots on the stove. A multitude of chipped dishes. The vast floor that has to be polished. Laundry out on the lines by 9. A town too far-off to walk to. A future that doesn't look hopeful.

He dreams the winged woman into being. They're poking about the past. Soon the candles flare. He so loves their light. When he closes his eyes the blue of his lids alarm her. The shadows that move there. Unearthly curiosity. "The clouds are here," he says, "...and that last magic..." Smoke from the chimney is making its circular climb. "...blue sorrow...save it all," he says, "...for you...and for me."
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/26/2011 :  19:42:09  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert was reckless, selfish, crazy and
about half full of **** most of his adult life.

He'd crossed the country five times hitchhiking
in three years because he couldn't make a decision.
Sometimes he thinks he's still that way,
but he can't make up his mind.

When he was younger, Albert spent every day
like it was gonna be the last and every night like
the house was on fire, which it occasionally was.

But, he notices sometimes,
late at night, alone,
no pills, no whiskey, no wife;
that the longer he hangs around,
the more he thinks he might want to.

But, he can't make up his mind.


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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 07/27/2011 :  19:17:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When he was younger, Albert spent every day
like it was gonna be the last and every night like
the house was on fire, which it occasionally was..........

so..... what's changed, Rev?
Glad you're considering staying around.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/27/2011 :  19:28:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She was from Oregon.
Albert was from everywhere.

Somehow that glassed in porch on Geary
was just big enough and just small enough.
He walked into the kitchen one morning
and she was just there, like the fog.

He'd forgotten his shirt
and had on black sunglasses.
She had on that little levi jacket
with the flowers on the collar.

They went to the blood bank on Mission
and he bought her breakfast with his money
for the whole day.
He had to work at the bar that nite to make up for it.

She remembered his kindness that first day,
thru the years,
especially when he started in with the whiskey and drugs
and became someone she didn't know and wasn't ready for.

That first day kept her in love with him long after it should've died
and believe me, Albert worked at killing it,
but she could never stop feeling
like they were meant to stay together.

Sometimes love and life go on
even when they shouldn't
and you just hafta do a little bear dance
every once in awhile
to keep from going nuts....
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 07/27/2011 :  23:51:00  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dance on Bro...like nobody's watchin'

andrew

"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 07/28/2011 :  05:46:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It hadn't been all that long since we'd seen each other. We were the same age. I thought I looked old. He looked hundreds of years older thaN I did.

In my own subtle, inimitable way, I asked, "Dude, you look awful...what happened?"

"They told me that the light at the end of the tunnel just could be a train.

They didn't tell me that sometimes...
the train doesn't have its light on..."

Edited by - rodeo on 07/28/2011 09:16:51
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/29/2011 :  15:14:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It Never Crossed My Mind [Jesse's Lament]

The hills you climb get steeper
When you're eighteen and alone
You're trapped inside your head
With no clear direction home

[The demons are right behind me
They've picked up on my trail
The tracks go on forever
But I'm no longer on the 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 it all you've got
The world beat you up today
It brought you to this spot

[Go easy on my memry
Love the ticking of the 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
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1510 Posts

Posted - 07/30/2011 :  22:49:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Many nights in and out of morphine dreams through headwinds and crosswinds the sky embraced him. He had no fear for there was nothing left to be afraid of. And when he finally looked down from his astral perspective and saw the runway lit with burning tires, he pulled back on the throttle and adjusted the flaps. He skimmed the treetops and flared the nose and touched down. When he taxied in, the vaqueros raced their wild horses beside him cheering and shooting their pistols into the air.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 07/31/2011 :  08:15:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It must have been the summer of 1971, because Albert was still nineteen. Working the 6 pm to 6 am shift at Bud's Taxi in Nyack. 12 hours on, twelve hours off, seven days a week. It was great if you were young and didn't need to sleep and had some,um, stimulants. He would get off at dawn and walk down to the new luxury apartments on the Hudson and sleep a few hours on a waterbed with one of the crazy girls he hung out with in those days.

One nite, about 2 am, the Red and Tan bus from New York pulled up and They got off. A drunk blond and a skinny guy with a big afro. The other driver was on his way to the airport so it was all Albert. They wanted to go to the black "resort" up on the mountain outside of town. [The boys used to go there when they were fourteen to get rum drinks because the only thing that mattered to Valentine, the bartender, was the color of your money, not your skin or age.He'd give them 151 Bacardi and make em fried chicken and became a lifleong friend until his liver caught up with him back in the Eighties]

The guy growled at Albert to wait until he was sure they could get a room and he noticed that he seemed to have a pretty good hold on her arm, but just figured it was to keep her on her feet. A few minutes later, the blonde comes out of the door fast and jumps in the front seat and tells him to get them both out of there as fast as he could. Albert hit reverse, hit drive and didn't stop until he got to the taxi office.

He was a little disappointed that all he got was a kiss on the cheek
and a "knight in shining armor" comment, but he was pretty "sped up" at that time of the morning so he took events as they developed and the kiss put Albert up on the nite. She never told him what happened in there or what the story was or much else except to watch out for hisself for a good while and she got on the next bus heading back to the City.....

He sat at the dispatcher's desk in front of the big glass window with the door locked, feeling like a target, praying for the first time in a long time, hoping Mikey got back before trouble did... Every time some drunk walked by the window he jumped, until he saw the sun hit the top of the movie theater across the street.

When 6 am came, Albert cashed out with Bud's wife and headed down to the apartment building on the Hudson River for his space on the
waterbed without saying a word to anybody. What the Hell was he gonna tell them? Heck, he didn't know what happened hisself and he was there. He figured maybe it was a good time to go back to San Francisco, and later that day he packed his backpack and stuck out his thumb...

[Yeah, I know. I'm disappointed, too, but, then again,
Most of the time a Real story doesn't end, it just goes on.....]


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