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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2005 :  21:16:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When he speaks to her he changes her name. Under the omni-potent lightning-striped sky. Trees sway and wave their leaves greenly agreeing. Hearts full of thorns and suspicious history lay down on the refectory table. Fire in the tamarisk grove. Unreliable twilight with its flickering memory where Fate waits outside the right dark. In his cupped hands he still holds the grid of all the fallen constellations.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 08/31/2005 :  16:47:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Momma sat on that roof and cried for two days.... We last saw daddy as he was swept off the roof into what used to be the street in front of our house... Some people are sayin that this is God's way of cleanin things up, but we wasn't never all that dirty, I didn't think... I'm sorry, God, for that time I went to bed without washin my feet, but I didn't think nobody woulda knowed that cept for Maynard... Can we have our daddy back, God? and my Teddy, Ralphie?

Molly
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 08/31/2005 :  18:07:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now, I wancha to know first off, I ain't got no politics... I just work and feed the family... And I don't wanna be disrespectful, but when the man in charge says that this will make us stronger, I gotta shake my head... Have ya been to Southern Miss'ippi in August? Have ya been two blocks from the casinos in Biloxi....? Boy, we'se already stronger, what we need now is more walkin and less talkin... Thassall I gotta say, get that mike away from me....

Lester Figgins, Bay Christian
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2005 :  19:58:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~Wednesday afternoon August 31, 2005~ 34 year old Samuel Thompson moves from the Superdome to the safer New Orleans Arena. He rests his black case on a table. Nearby a man in a wheelchair with no legs. Thompson pops the two locks on the case and lifts the violin from its red cradle. He holds it to his neck, closes his eyes and plays a mournful tune. A National Guardsman applauds quietly when the song ends. Thompson nods and then plays the Andante from Bach's Sonata in A Minor. A few sad souls listen intently. "These people have nothing. I have a violin. And I should play for them. They should have something," Thompson said.

After a story in the Los Angeles Times this morning by Scott Gold.

They have our prayers.

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2005 :  20:04:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's outside looking in. Frost is her aura. Fire is his. Hands thrust out before him. Folded. Head bowed over the table under anxious Paradise. A morning prayer before his first cigarette. Before the first taste of coffee touches his lips. At his elbow the list of everything he assigns to the garden. Unfinished still. Corners curling. Many items crossed out with gold ink. Ink on his thumb. Golden fingerprints where his write hand pauses. Scorched paper on the floor at his feet.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  15:52:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
[Sing it aloud to a Newbury Waltz time with fiddles and flutes]

Play me a melody
Deep from your heart
Play your fiddle Rosie
We're hungry and dyin
An' sorely in pain
We need a dance from you Josie

We was always a family
That helped themself
But the waters came in too fast
So play us a song
Give us a dance
Don't know how long we can last...

Rev B

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

Edited by - buckman on 09/06/2005 16:48:47
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  19:27:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His ruby at the top of the mast.
His sapphire and diamond highway.
Hummingbirds in an irridescent crown
around his forehead.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  20:42:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"My last thought as the water came
to take me was of Him..."

How I had believed for 50 yrs
That His love would save me...

I am a good man....

I have been a good man>..

They tell me that's not enough..

Then,.....

You try to live thru
What I've lived thru and
Tell me it's not enough....

Give me a God that Knows me....

Rev Buckman


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

Edited by - buckman on 09/03/2005 11:21:10
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/05/2005 :  19:50:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sold out of everything. Ralph's Christmas shawl off my shoulders with his nodding approval. Mirella's sombrero-shaped cut-sterling earrings. Still counting when we left to walk home. Sending money because they've no place for stuff. Under the strobe-lit sun's waning display this was a day to reach across the sky, or through it. To grasp His reaching hand's hallowed intensity. We're a gang having hamburgers for supper, then sleeping the sleep. Bless us all under His ornamental stars.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  03:37:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
.......i was invited to preach the Word of God to our two congregations last month.

i preached the whole of Psalm 74.

a desperate cry for help.
"Why O God, have you abandoned your people" the psalmist cries out.

"Why have you abandoned the sheep of your pasture"
"Why have you cast us off from yourself"

the temple of God had been completely obliterated by God's enemies and the nation of Israel had been taken into exile.

"how long will we be in exile" the psalmist implores God.

"please return and deal with your enemies,for the sake of your glorious name" the psalmist cries.

a desperate cry for help.

do you feel as if God has abandoned you, my friend?

"Eli Eli lama sabachthani" Our Lord cries out upon the cross.
which means "My God My God, why have you forsaken me?"

He took your sin and my sin, He took your pain and my pain, He took the punishment meant for you and me, He died in our place, He was judged guilty so that we could be set free.

He came back from the dead>>>>>>>>>> and so have I, my friend

I am alive In Christ and will never die.

Hebrews 13:5 I will NEVER leave you nor forsake you.

I will always believe in His promises.

AD

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  16:45:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, AD..... Hank
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  16:47:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The delicate scent of her
Remained in my mind long after
She left me...
Tonight I whispered her name
To the moon and
She winked at me...
Oh, Barbie, thank you,
I thought you had forgotten me...


Spankie
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  20:02:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
September's empty beach. Two figures from a Dali painting. Dripping seaweed. Their shadows each 40 feet tall. They lay down together. Close to the ocean. Sandpipers on stilts skating by in the shallows. Seagulls and thumb-size dragons. Puffing lizards for company. Trumpet vine spilling over sandstone cliffs. Sunset. A flame spreading red on the water. Four counties long. Mexico to Malibu.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  21:34:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The caves near the Little Sur River were home... The Oakland Angels brought me food sometimes and wine that was laced with everything Leary had ever dreamt of... They taught me how to hang over the water from the rocks and pry off the abalone that we could cook and then sell the shells in Carmel for ashtrays.... The cold wind that came from Japan made me call the collies to sleep with me... I learned that the bikers called a really cold night a three dog night...

Rev Buckman

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

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  23:03:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now the bikers all sleep in Julian. And they don't wait 'til weekends for Miller time. And the streets are so steep they have stairs built into the sidewalks.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/07/2005 :  04:50:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Elvin Preacher was the group's chaplain...
One bright night I swear I saw him on his knees,
silhouetted in the light,
howling at the moon...
I did a little howling myself that night,
after I jumped off a little crag and landed
in some driftwood...
It wasn't as soft as the beach i had planned
to land on and I cut my foot pretty bad...
I sort of remember being in the rain in Salinas
looking for medical help but I never got it...
Homeless gypsies were no more popular in 1970
than any other time in history...
I spent that night on a park bench in front of a Sambo's...
Elvin, if you're still on the planet,
thanks for the prayers...

Rev Buckman


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

Edited by - buckman on 09/07/2005 04:57:57
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/08/2005 :  19:55:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The melancholy colors of September. Gold on the windows before the sun sets. Did you know butterflies need to warm up their wings before flying? And starfish are blind?
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 09/08/2005 :  20:02:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His transparent arrival. When he speaks to her he changes her name. Every night. Every morning. She forgets who she is. She is his. The names he gives her. "Be careful who you tell your secrets to," he says.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  21:47:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They've told me that this will be our last night together in this life... They are taking you away from me tomorrow... I want to tell you how much know ing you and loving you and learning from you has meant to me... I want to tell you how sorry I am for all the things that i promised that never happened... I want to tell you how sorry I am for the times when i was drunk or mean to you... I want to thank you for introducing me to Mickey on the phone that time... I want mostly to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman that I have or will ever know and that I am so so proud to have been your man your lover your friend.... Goodnight, Barbie


Hank


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

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  22:19:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I came to you for help
And you spoke of mercy
I came to you for life
And you spoke of hope
I came to you for food
And you spoke of plenty...

When will you stop speaking
And start doing....?

Molly
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