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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/21/2005 :  19:09:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Blue whales are swimming in San Pedro Channel a few miles off Long Beach. They usually hang out at Santa Barbara. 300,000 pounds each. Up to 100 feet long. They eat 4 tons of krill a day. 1.5 million calories. And still swim 30 miles an hour. Big flukes in slow motion breaking on the horizon. We've been out straddling our boards with our feet dangling over when dolphins appeared. They don't hurry. They're playful. The sun cast their long shadows beneath us on the ocean floor. Sometimes they'd stay all day. Not every year. Not this year which is mostly red tide.

Tomorrow the family goes home with their stories of big tarantulas and earthquakes you never hear of. Stu says to me, "You better watch out, honey, the Chamber of Commerce is out to get you!"
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1353 Posts

Posted - 08/21/2005 :  21:20:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ailinn,

Never met a Blue Whale (that I know of). "Big Tarantulas and Earthquakes" make me homesick for Ventura County. Seems I have carried my torch too far east and north, and I can only try to remember the days of youth, when a tarantula find was common, and a shaker was just a wake-up call.

Our torches light up darkened halls and treacherous stairwells these days. The nightly vigil continues ...

The Future's Not ...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2005 :  19:52:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Joey, In October we'll cross Mulholland and hang that big right on PCH at Carrillo up to Ventura. Forever beautiful. I've never been to South Dakota. No beaches.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2005 :  19:54:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When his hand cups her elbow she opens her eyes. His footprints appear beside her. Seasons fall in the garden. Summer's late, fabled light. Sunset gathering under one tree. His heart everywhere.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2005 :  19:59:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh wow........sigh! Picture perfect!!!!

Karen Runk
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2005 :  20:48:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Looking at Mother's picture tonight I think;
My charge to the elderly would run fraudulent,
Fees more than necessary of which they
Could not afford to pay.
I would give nothing to the needy and assist
No youngsters bikes in making a sale unless
I saw reciprocity.
I would solicit for membership to play the lush
Greens and be openly extended all rights and
Priviledges with my lavish cache.
Down unfriendly verdent streets on the upper
West Side I would travel,
And on those penchant faces there
See only smiles -- if not for her being.
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1353 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2005 :  21:32:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I drug my ragged soul up the steps, only to look out the portal.
Thousands of campsite fires into the night.
The torch only lit a dancing shadow on the stone walls, that seemed to swirl around us in the turret. "Why have they come?" "Why so many?"
"Shut up, you ask too many ques..."
And then the first THUMP shook the tower.
Silence ......
And then, a second THUMP.
"What are they up to?" And I peered out the nearest portal. It was then that I saw the flaming star eminate from the campsite. It found it's way up and over the moat, only to hit below my window. The flames lingered only so slowly, and died.
"Why are they attacking so late? We should be sleeping ..."
And then, it stopped.
A momentary silence.
Each side, delicately listening, hoping to find ... none.
And then ... the silence of the night.
A darkening solitude that rewards every cannonade, or announces the next morning's siege.

What waits us in the next mornin's light?

The Future's Not ...
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Posted - 08/23/2005 :  22:10:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2005 :  19:56:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He has a sweet tooth. She covets a hammer and nails. He requires supplies by the sacks full. Hers are harder to bear. When they finally bring the tall ladder home, they carry it carefully between them. She stores treasures ceiling-high in their loft of the sky. Trys to keep up with him. His wings above the sugar-flecked floor.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2005 :  19:57:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Don't let the facts get in the way of the truth."

Leonard Cohen
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2005 :  19:58:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Time has a way of changing everything... Truth has a way of changing all the time..."

~Mickey Newbury~
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1353 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2005 :  20:51:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
But daylight never arrived.
I nodded asleep, and jolted myself awake, rubbed my eyes and peered to the distance. The campfires seemed to have diminished. By half. Were they leaving, abandoning their foolish quest? Or are the numbers kept a'changing.

Still dark. My charges still asleep at my feet. A cold breeze danced all around to grasp your tethers and bind them closer to your neck.

Thank goodness, my boys were at their post. At the bridge. Enough to stop 'em. A false sense of satisfaction arose.

Have you ever heard a ripple? I haven't, either.

But I heard a splash, and saw many dancing lights on the lakeside. The enemy hadn't gone away.

My men at the bridge be damned. They were coming across the lake. Their arms were landing and stealthly approaching the keep.

I sealed the door/wall from the stairwell. And with one arrow, alit, I shot it well above our 'guests'. Will my men see it? Do we stand a chance in defiance?

Or is our fate dealt with silence and stealth?

The darkness outside is so heavy. And by now, we can hear their approach.

This vigil is so long ...

The Future's Not ...

Edited by - Joey L. on 08/24/2005 20:53:37
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1566 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2005 :  22:14:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Soon we're leaving for a job in The Badlands. Anza Borrego Desert. A convoy transporting materials down the Montezuma Grade. 4-wheel magicians will meet us at Palm Canyon at 2am. 111 degrees yesterday. 112 tomorrow. Tonight is a sky full of stars.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/25/2005 :  18:45:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I have none of the weapons of my past to help them with as they prepare to meet our enemies... What had always shielded me was The Word, but with each passing year, the killings and the whiskey have taken their toll and what used to be one foot in Heaven and one foot in Hell has turned into knee deep in the river of fires... Lord, hear me one more time and let them, thru me, still believe that You are with us.... I pray thee, from the mouth of your servant, your fallen angel,washed in The Son's blood forever triumphant unto eternity... Do not forsake me;I am from Your seed, My Father, Rev Buckman
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 08/25/2005 :  21:21:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
With a hogshead of liquor they came and bartered for my soul.
Then forced me with heartless rancor from my homeland into the hole.

They called it the barbery coast, that from which I came,
While there within stays a ballast -- and in that I overcame.

Through the brutality of the boatswain going to and fro does reckon,
Where heartache does refrain, and how I sing ov'r in Avalon.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2005 :  18:06:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
THE HOLE

by Townes Van Zandt

The old woman finally caught me
Sneakin' 'round her cave
Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys
and her smile just like the grave
She asked me could I stay awhile
I said I'd better go
She slid her arm around my neck
and sweetly whispered no


It's cold and dark and lonely here
as soon enough you'll see
I'm oh so glad you stumbled in
I've been cravin' company
I cannot stay too long you know
I left some friends at home
Don't you fret about your friends
Down here we're all alone


What about my mother
I can't just leave her there to mourn
You don't have to think about her
Just forget you were ever born
I'll disappoint my father
you know he worked so hard for me
If you have to pay your father back
Just send him some misery
I'll miss, I said, a girl I know
I can't just leave there to pine
she's still got plenty of men to go
I'm sure she'll do just fine
What about my little boy
She said, he's just like you
Let a few short years roll by
He'll end up down here too


Then her pale green eyes began to glow
she placed her hand on mine
she smiled and said don't worry
you'll get used to me in time
As her cold tongue flickered toward
I spun myself around
made a dive for the passageway
but the walls come crashing down


Now her eyes were the only light
my fevered brain could see
but I tore myself away from them
and fell down to my knees
I've come too far, I can't get back
I beseeched the Gods of men
fame and fortune just laughed at me
then silence once again


A whisper deep within
embrace the God of Love
I lifted my face and through the tears
I saw light fall from above


I hurled myself into the wall
I ripped and clawed my way
through the stinkin', clingin' loam
back to the light of day
I crawled out into the wind again
the sky upon my face
I heard the earth sigh patiently
as it slid back into place


Now I'm back among the ones I love
I'm loved by them in turn
and it's only on the darkest night
that green eyed memory burns
So walk my friends, in the light of day
don't go sneakin' 'round no holes
there justmight be something down there
wants to gobble up your soul


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2005 :  19:03:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Itís four in the morning, the end of december
Iím writing you now just to see if youíre better
New york is cold, but I like where Iím living
Thereís music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that youíre building your little house deep in the desert
Youíre living for nothing now, I hope youíre keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Youíd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobodyís wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janeís awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Iím glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

A friend



[L COHEN]

Edited by - buckman on 08/26/2005 19:08:41
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2005 :  19:05:23  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
These last two songs are all you ever need to know about me....
Rev B

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/

Edited by - buckman on 08/27/2005 10:21:52
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2005 :  20:33:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Okay, Hank, I won't.

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2005 :  10:21:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's a hangover Saturday...

Dreaming of dancing in the
living room with Barb to Blue Bayou...

Back to reality, Buck
Sitting in the backyard
Drinking Jamesons
Readin Cormac McCarthy's
No Country for old men...
Aint't that the ****in A truth
By Golly...
Betcha by golly wow....

Rev B
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