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Ailinn
Swinger
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 Posted - 06/04/2007 : 19:01:44
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for Joe Z
We need the shadows to know the sun.
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1738 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 10:00:50
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“Come out of the cave,” she said, “and meet Godot.”
“We been waitin’ for you” he said, stepping from the shadows. “The night don’t bother Cortelia none, but then neither does the day. As for me and my kin, I believe we were sidetracked.”
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 15:17:48
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There's a dark house the sun doesn't enter
A place where the light's not allowed
A shadow that tightens your center
And sets you apart from the crowd
Old spirits come for you later
They press and apply quite a force
Believing they'll help you go straighter
But crooked's the natural course
Crooked's the natural course
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 18:51:38
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| He's talking about time before they knew it was finite. His eye on the horizon and the fire-scarred fields. The haze of palo verde. A green fog that blankets the hill. The evening jasmine shimmering. The fault-line shivering beneath their feet. "I'm holding your heart out of harms way," he says. |
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Grania
Rocker
102 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2007 : 19:11:55
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3702 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2007 : 14:23:12
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"Yesterday’s gone like the ocean
Taken by the tide
Like the night in the morning
Like a bird when she flies
Yesterday’s gone and it’s only now
A place where today used to be
Lost in the space of forever an eternity"
~ Mickey Newbury |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2007 : 23:20:54
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"Peace at any price is no peace at all".
Dr. Phil |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 01:27:31
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Hallways are dark and empty in hotels on the top floor in the middle of the night. Too dark. Too empty. A door opens and history begins again in the shadows near the stairs. It's eerie. And, at the other end of the hall, even eerier. The man is 7 or 8 feet tall, in my mind, as he tiptoes from his room. He seems to be walking toward me, but I can see that he can't see me. That doesn't mean he can't "feel"
me as I stare at him in horror. I recall a movie I saw ... The Shining ... a few years ago. A crazy movie, with Jack Nicholson.
And, you know how crazy Jackie can be when he's being crazy. Surely,
he must be afraid to meet himself in a dark alley when he's lost it.
Nuts. The man is nuts. That's Jack !! But, who is the stranger in front of me, just inches away from my door. Inches away from me!!
Inches away from my little dog. I'm shaking and I don't know what to do. Somebody help me. Please ?? |
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1763 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 19:27:40
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"What's your puppy's name?" he asked as he slipped
from the shadows. "Nipper" I said, punching the elevator
button one more time for good measure. Trying not to
appear as startled... frightened, as I obviously was.
"Saw a piece on CNN last night about all the major
candidates and their animal choices. There were four or
five of them who didn't have any pet's!"
"I don't trust people who don't like animals" he said
as he knelt down to stroke Nipper's head.
Quite to my surprise, Nip seemed to enjoy the interaction.
(I didn't name him Nipper because he looked like the RCA
icon...)
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 20:33:34
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JonMark
You made me smile.
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3702 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 20:54:31
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Strange, yes. Strange indeed. One statement that is gleaned, one that is happened across that makes you stop, that makes you think.
"What was it you said?", I say.
"Trying to find myself, I went to the edge of reality, slipped, and fell off..."
"Are we there yet?", came the innocent child's voice from the backseat of the car, jolting me back to reality. I guess I was daydreaming once again while making the arduous drive 'cross country.
Craig
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 21:10:10
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This is just to tell you that an angel dangles at the end of
a high-pinned string, to tell you that it pirouettes for me
when the breeze comes blowing through my living room.
In the morning, half-awake, I bump my head against it.
It's the angel she placed on my pillow the last time she left,
a note folded, her handwriting in brave English, betrayed
just once by the blurred ink where one tear fell. The heart
will travel may years for the embrace of meaning. Meaning,
more than love, a way of keeping the stars from exploding.
In sleep now, my arms out so wide that I touch the buttons
and keys on both sides of the ocean, I squeeze together
an accordion of continents in one long, terrifying chord.
DL
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3702 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2007 : 22:05:34
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So long ago
It was so long ago
He is haunted by the times he knew before she was gone.
The memory of her holds him like
a chain left to rust in the rain.
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1763 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2007 : 07:53:16
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quote:
Originally posted by BarbraG
JonMark
You made me smile.
Ditto, BGee. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 06/09/2007 : 22:22:18
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| I am looking outside my window at the peaceful rain falling from a clear, blue sky. If there are clouds, they are far above what I can see with my eyes. From the oceans to the mountains and the valleys in between, drought stricken land is in need of water. The thunder is rolling somewhere, and the lightning is striking, but not outside my window. Peaceful rain.. Quiet rain. Musical rain. Beautiful. |
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aussiedave
Rocker
Australia
472 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 03:51:06
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 19:58:51
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| They're walking together in the ash-choked dawn. Unsteadily weaving through ruined Paradise. His hand around her shoulder. Her thumb hooked through his back belt loop. The scorched hills behind them. The low copper sky. Smoke rolling out over the water. The sad story of Harmony Grove. A cinder cove. A loss that pulled their feet deeper into the ground. What's left besides the ocean. Its coarse scouring salt. |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 20:10:43
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| There was nothing in her that didn't lean hard toward him. On the dark march toward wisdom he was her lamp and her fire. Candles on the table burning the house down. Colored stains in the wood where the wax melted and cooled. The old oaken table with its many carved words. The Civil Guard at their door. Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. And the moon coming up out of the canyon, yes. Juniper and sage on the air. And always the candles flickering. Their soft amber glow. |
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The Nightly Vigil
