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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 03/11/2012 :  18:11:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Scent of Emaraude mixing with the lilacs.
Beach on Martha's Vineyard at sunset,
surrounded by flat-headed Beetlebung and Menemsha trees.
Tanned skin making her white dress glow
as the tide comes in.
Last dance with her in the wet sand before
running away to California
and the rest of my life...




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San Diego
Rocker

462 Posts

Posted - 03/11/2012 :  18:45:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rock Star. It traveled 105 miles over 11 nights at a top speed of 8 mph. From the desert's edge in Riverside to mid-Wilshire in downtown LA. It arrived Saturday morning at 4:25am to thunderous applause from a cheering crowd. 340 tons, 2 stories high. $70 thousand for the rock, $10 million for the project. "It looks a lot bigger in the city than it did in the quarry," said Michael Govan, Los Angeles County Museum Director. Visitors will be able to walk through a slot with the 680 thousand pounds of granite suspended 15 feet over their heads. The rock made the trip "shrink wrapped".
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San Diego
Rocker

462 Posts

Posted - 03/17/2012 :  17:04:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Jonmark-
Reading the Old Blue Boards this rainy Saint Patrick's afternoon. All that love and history. Deep breath, now. A break in the storm and a chance to run out and grab the mail. Two hummingbirds on the feeder...like they have all the time in the world. I miss Mick every day. I thought it would get easier. You and Bree, be well. Love, Ro
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2012 :  17:28:39  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
2703 Posts

Posted - 03/24/2012 :  07:05:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Does the soul take wing and leave the body
When the heart gets broken and lost?
Is what started out as a rolling stone
Planted and covered with moss?
Anguish and passion take time to get over
Is there ever a good time to sleep?
The clock ticks so loud at midnite
Are the memories buried too deep?

If the Gods gave you forever
Could you do it without a heart?
Eternity's not somewhere waiting
Weren't the whispers there from the start?
The magic in music is silent
Do stars only shine in the dark?
Did you think the beauty inside her eyes
Would finally light your last spark?

How many times can you stumble?
Does the river know it's nearing the falls?
While the questions steal the nights away
The days give you nothing at all.
The feel and the touch of a lover
The fragrance and taste that you crave
They linger in wisps of memory
Do they laugh at you from the grave?

If the Gods gave you forever
Could you do it without a heart?
Eternity's not somewhere waiting
Weren't the whispers there from the start?
Anguish and passion take time to get over
Is there ever a good time to sleep?
The clock ticks so loud at midnite
Are the memories buried too deep?

The magic in music is silent
Do stars only shine in the dark?
Did you think the beauty inside her eyes
Would finally light your last spark?



Edited by - buckman on 03/24/2012 07:17:56
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 03/28/2012 :  14:11:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I love this one, Hank. I can't pick a favorite but it's close.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 03/29/2012 :  03:24:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I'm hitchin a ride to redemption
On this dark, hot July night
The quarter moon's three nickels short
The neon's not much light
Townes and Zevon feed the engine
Newbury's driving this old train
I find myself smilin a bit
As the sky begins to rain

It seems the rails end up ahead
But Mickey only smiles
He's made this trip many a time
His soul's walked evry mile
So many times I needed an ace
But only drew a seven
Tonight's the night I win the pot
Headin for the last bar in Heaven

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home

Seems the old friends always find me
When the darkness fills my soul
It doesn't take but a song or two
And I'm feeling almost whole
Forgiveness and redemption's
What my old heart needs tonight
This train I'm on will carry me
From the darkness to the light

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows will never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You'll always have a friend


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 03/31/2012 :  08:51:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I Have Come to the River to Pray. New version done by a sober Rev Buckman. It needed to be done, whether he liked it or not....

http://youtu.be/nMBt2xRrDNY
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Grania
Rocker

108 Posts

Posted - 04/01/2012 :  17:17:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I love hearing this again. Hitting the road in the morning. Sweet dreams, New York. TDGB.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 04/01/2012 :  17:21:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Night work. Parallel world. Dusk to dawn invention. Dreams and plans and dragons. Trains and faith and salvation. "...jus' more or less doin' the day..." you said. "Brain stew, baby, hahaha... What's drippin' in the pan this moment..."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 04/01/2012 :  17:29:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You were standing at the table with coffee...eating strawberries and snapping my recipe cards like a hand of Solitaire. "Hah! Red-eye gravy on Black Forest Cake!" You grinned and flexed the deck like a riverboat gambler. It was February and the first strawberries were out of the fields for Valentine's Day dipped in chocolate. There were glass beads strung on fish line trembling in the kitchen window. Scribbles of wispy fog between the house and the ocean. The hush and refracted light from all that condensed moisture. "...we're in the clouds," you said, and closed your eyes.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2012 :  14:22:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Years they pass, scars they show,redemption draweth nigh
If it wasn't for the moonlight no one would see us cry
Love comes to town once or twice sometimes it even stays
Like the circus,roll the tents,the clown's the one who pays.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2012 :  14:26:25  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She crawled into his bed from the corner of his mind.
The piper played, the couples danced,the music struck him blind.
Milk and honey filled the days, coke and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out all the pretty footlights
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San Diego
Rocker

462 Posts

Posted - 04/12/2012 :  18:15:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
April is Poe month in San Diego. A month-long Shades of Poe Festival sponsored by the SD City Library and Write Out Loud. Dramatic readings at selected trolley stops. Last stop is Historic Old Town. "...But we loved with a love that was more than love..." performed by a theatre group in raven-black across the street from Whaley House, the most haunted house in North America. I LOVE POE tee shirts for sale at Bazaar del Mundo. One listener says, "I love Poe! He's totally awesome! Crazy-dark before dark was cool!" Wonder what Poe has to say about that...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 04/18/2012 :  18:03:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A humble attempt at A Long Road Home. Not that it ever needed to be done again, but I simply love showing off Mick's words standing alone. May God forgive me...
http://youtu.be/O2fmfnYrDig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 04/20/2012 :  18:57:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit in the dark, in the back of the room,
watching the movie run.
Whatever it was, it was, and no longer is
and all apologies in the hope of redemption
help keep it where it was and not here
where it and we should be...

For me a saloon was always a cathedral
that bestowed Heaven and hell,
[with colored lights and fuzzy, lipsticked faces]
all in the same night.
Every night.
For the Seventies and half of the Eighties.
After a break, and the disappearance of all I held dear,
two decades of high octane madness, ending,
not with dramatic events, but with the smell
of death coming from the razors and mirrors
and the amber bottle that talked to me every night
in the back of a darkened room.

The darkness lives on, but in the black hearts
of the thugs that run this planet and the forces
that give them sway. The dust will bury them
and the wind will sweep them away.

But not today,
and that's all that matters most of all.

That, and the faith, hope and aching desire
that there is more.


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 05/07/2012 :  18:31:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Old Storyboards in the city of Frankincensco-

"Art is mystery. Part heartbreak, part magic, part desire..." He turned up his collar against the cold. A fine mist in his hair and on his shoulders.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 05/07/2012 :  18:38:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Fog in the evening. Huddled trees. A fretwork of broken branches. Clotted rust on the finials of the wrought iron gate. A confusion of counterfeit keys. There were nights when the demons came to do battle and the ocean whispered of shipwrecks and disaster. Nights when apocalyptic clouds rolled in and the sky was full of dark wings. He would stroke his brow trying to quiet the tangle of thoughts there. He would break off a piece of his heart. Blood on the page then. His blood.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 05/07/2012 :  18:40:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When the rain was finished the moon peeked in, its shadowy face showing through. Starbright the sheets he slept on.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1780 Posts

Posted - 05/25/2012 :  18:44:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Last light. Effervescent. Shimmering the trees. Hazardous moon in the courtyard. A spider spinning lace in the jasmine. Lava lamps in the lobby of the Blue Shade Motel. Souvenir snow globe on the nightstand. Your shine and blue heart way.
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