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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2011 :  20:47:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank inspires me ..

It's like looking in the mirror and seeing an old lady and knowing you're still young.

It's like walking as if you have no where to go and all day to get there.

It's like wanting peace so badly that you're willing to fight for it.

It's like the softest music in the world makes the loudest noise.

It's like walking downstairs backwards and pretending you're walking up.

It's like singing a song so loudly that no one can hear it.

It's like having a new baby brother and thinking all Dad sees is him.

It's like loving someone so much that it .... hurts.


That's what it's like, Hank. That's what it's like, Dear Heart.



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2011 :  20:17:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem

She stumbled in late that night
When I'd given up the chase
I'd put oceans of whiskey down
But had one more for the taste
They all look like angels
When it's quarter after three
Her eyes were used to darkness
A warm body filled the need

It's a tunnel running nowhere
I love the life I lead
It's me that flies and me that cries
While those around me bleed
Evrytime she made that sound
I touched her deep inside
The water's getting colder
The river seems so wide.

She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem

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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2011 :  20:52:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wow !!

Love the way you write, Hank ...

BGee
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2011 :  07:11:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All women are angels at 3am when you look at them through whiskey eyes, don't 'cha know?

It's the 10 o'clock wake up that spins your world around.

Good job, Mr. Rev.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2011 :  07:16:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Barb,
I relate to every "like".........
Especially the mirror!
Beck
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2011 :  18:18:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Things old and forgotten consoled him. The Romany wagon with double Dutch doors. The Celtic scroll on the brackets. Heavy brocade wallpaper and the Queenie stove. A kettle of broth for what ailed him. Now the firelight on the bowtop was picking up hints from his profile. She kept trying to catch her breath, bouyed by the bells on her water-logged shoes, adrift on his strange ocean.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/07/2011 :  04:53:00  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So, Albert went on to say,
"Don't let a battered soul ruin a good life.
All the days count, you know."

We'll see, I said, We'll certainly see..
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/07/2011 :  22:29:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
No one sat with me...ever. Everyone knew that...so the "kid" was obviously new in town.

"Not much goin' on around here, is there?
When's the last time you had any fun?
Hey, are you listening to me...are you gonna answer me?"

"I'm thinking".

"You don't have much to say, do you, big Boy?"

"Call me that again...I'll kill you".

"Man, what's your problem?"

"She used to call me that".

"She...who the hell is she?"

"Too many questions, punk".

"You think you can call me punk and get away with it?"
He stood and drew his gun in the same motion. I didn't stand.

His last question?..
"Mama...?"

Damn, part of my drink spilled...

Edited by - rodeo on 08/16/2011 07:17:28
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/07/2011 :  22:59:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
And he told me a joke
He told me to keep away from the window
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
When he made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
But I can't tell you what he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana

-for Rev and Rodeo and days gone by...
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/08/2011 :  08:14:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I didn’t look back all that much….didn’t look forward either.
I would, however, look up from my Bible when the bottle was empty; they’d bring me another one. They told me I was good for business. Go figure?!
I usually went out in the street to meet the ones who came to put an end to my misery.
Twice, I tried to help them.
I drew, pointed at the ground in front of them, fired, then looked at them in dismay as they shot…missed….then shot again. They both did this little nervous thing with their eyes….looking side to side as if to see who made them miss a shot they’d been making for years…at cans…and bottles and old dogs. Pitiful. Most dogs don't shoot back.
I’d shake my head, fire my second round; turn and go back to my table.
I really felt bad for ‘em… Really!
The “kid” was the only one who didn’t make me get up and walk outside.
I appreciated that.
Most of ‘em said something like, “Get up, sumbitch…get out here”….or something worse. Whatever happened to manners?
I always told them to go practice some more. They always thought they were as ready to kill as I was to die.

I didn’t really mind being called "sumbitch"...

...only one other person had ever called me “Big boy”.


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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/08/2011 :  09:43:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/08/2011 :  19:25:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2011 :  21:23:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I liked what you wrote up there, Rodeo ... very good .. FINISH the story ..

BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/11/2011 :  18:31:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/11/2011 :  19:33:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit in the darkness,
in the back of the cafe.
Carmelita tries to come to me
But I send her away.

When the madness comes
it is the only time I feel
I know who I really am.
Most of the time
I leave myself behind somewhere,
somewhere in a past that
comes only in shadows;
Only in memories.

I wish my memory was in my heart,
so I could cut them both out
with one slice...
~*~
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2011 :  07:57:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The demons come like fire ants;
You don’t know they’re there until they’re all over you.
Unlike fire ants, tho’, you can’t kill ‘em.
You can try. That’s why the Bible.
You can try not to feel ‘em. That’s why the bottle.
You can try to put others out of your misery. That’s why the gun.
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2011 :  09:47:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Never been many I could talk to…
...didn’t want to,

“She” never asked questions… she already knew the answers…
...spooky…a good kind of spooky.

I never talked to him even tho’ (it seemed) we shared the same “symptoms”…(Bible, bottle, gun, whore)...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2011 :  18:40:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...and then the campfire tale
The first or last night's story
The last night was yesterday
The first night is tomorrow

Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl
It is the company
that keeps us
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2011 :  18:50:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Right about now Mr. Lyons would step in...

He stood in the rain just listening
and wondering...how long it took for
one drop to get to the forest floor
from the tallest tree.
Some nightbird's call cut through the
damp dark and he felt like one of the
huddled creatures...only there was
nothing to draw warmth from.
He was acutely aware of the sound of
his own breathing and the sound of
his boots scooting on rocky mud.
He adjusted the back pack which held
the last thing she had given him and
continued the slow walk down the mountain.
It was pouring so hard he almost ran into
a cabin wall. If there was ever a door,
it wasn't there now so in he went.
A black blur of something went through
his legs and he almost fell.
As he regained his balance and heard the
click, he knew he was not alone.

-Ron Lyons
October 21, 2004
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2011 :  09:16:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Albert let out a big sigh and said,
One thing you can say about me is
I always paid the rent. Every month
for forty years,through the good and bad
everlovin seasons up and down and
the long-lean-and-in-between days and nights;
back to the shocking 9/11 blue sky late January
day, Hudson a third frozen over on each side
with a band of moving water in the middle
heading for New York.

There was never a better day,
Albert said,
There was never a better time.
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