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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/19/2008 :  17:54:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
3. The sun dipped below the horizon. Still a prophet in the province of the heart, he cajoled and he scolded. "Listen..." he said finally, lighting the last amber lamp. It was a Saturday evening in a village of church bells and chickens. He was clean-shaven in a shining white shirt. "...people find their own way in the story." Dust motes settled on the broken tile. Frail dreams resurrected.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/19/2008 :  17:55:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...the calliope plays all day off Revolucion.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/21/2008 :  19:27:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We go out together into the staring town
And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with
flowered labels

Everywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling
show

A great deal has been said of the handless serpents
Which war has set loose in the gay milk of our
heads

But because you braid your hair and taste like
honey of heaven
We go together into town to buy wine and
yellow candles.

Kenneth Patchen
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/21/2008 :  19:30:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.

William Shakespeare
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2008 :  19:29:00  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
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
He made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
Our fingerprints disappeared
When we reached the Mexican border
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
His eyes are blue
And his hair is bluer
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
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 07/27/2008 :  18:01:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My daughter-in-law, Kelly is experimenting with peppers. California born and raised, she's an expert on chips and salsa. Staples for the Surf Camp crowd winding down their two week stay here. Fresh or fire-roasted? Jalapeno or serrano? Stemmed and seeded or chunky whole? Proportions of lime juice and color of onions? Mick used to call between 5 and 6pm. My legitimate escape from the kitchen.

PS I was curious about a song once and I asked him. With glasses sliding down his nose, his double-take look and tough, unexpected twenty questions. My heart fell out of my chest then. Goodbye heart, I said.

He called the Board "One great international support group."

I miss him every day.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/30/2008 :  18:34:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
God, but I loved watching Martina walk.

Especially in those high heels.

Back.
Back before even I knew her.
Back before that first time.
Back before I gave up everything for her.
She would walk by and you could follow the eyes
and heads as they followed her.
But, one day it was me she walked towards and
it was all over for me and my old heart...
A lifetime of living and dying in thirteen years.
And I never once doubted if she loved me...

I mean, All she had to do was walk away...

God, but I loved watching Martina walk.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2008 :  17:07:09  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.

Screaming didn't help.
Praying might have, but he had picked the wrong God
and he seemed to be occupied elsewhere.
It was all gone.
Whatever pieces of his soul that were left in 92
drove away in a black SUV in 03.
He dove into the crystal clear waters of evil
and came out the other side and
stood on a beach where the sickly, sweet smell
of the air made him think he could live there.
As long as he had his canteen filled with Jameson's
and his knapsack full of pills, he even believed it.
He was wrong.
And screaming didn't help.

Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.



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Grania
Rocker

105 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2008 :  17:54:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Reverend B~

Keep growling, sweet preacher man.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2008 :  18:14:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the ancient Province of Leinster the fog came to Earth thick as lambs wool. Stirred the branches and lifted the shore birds into the sky where they wheeled and cried above them. Friday nights, after a week's toil in the city, they struggled into heavy wool cloaks and made their way across the craggy cliffs to Durrow. The moon's porcelain cup spilled its nacre light on the small house on Lichen Rock Road. The climb is effortless now.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2008 :  18:18:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Louvered light through the blinds strikes the floor at precisely the right angle. His voice in the kitchen speaking of Dublin's trade. "...but not for you..." A fugue of words from his mouth of invention. His quirky magic and heavy hair where gravity holds them spinning in place with the fatal world turning around them.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2008 :  18:21:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Salvation is a ship in the harbor.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5422 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2008 :  23:13:49  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...And don't think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but
the roots are down there, riotous..."

Rumi
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/16/2008 :  11:08:26  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We were sitting by the river watching the geese run from Ranger Dave and
Melinda said, Can we talk?

I said, what's on your mind, honeypot?

She said, What's up with you this summer?
I mean, you're driving that little SLK convertible,
buying plants every other day and
listening to a lot of Broadway tunes...

I said, you really have to come to grips
with your stereotypes problem...
And, Jesus, if You're questioning my sexuality,
where the Hell does that leave us?

No, no, Nanette, she said, I'm not sayin nuthin,
I'm just sayin how it looks; I mean if the dress fits, wear it....

I said, Look, I am not comfortable even discussing this
with you in this day and age....
[and much to my shame, I trotted out an old joke]
I don't have a gay bone in my body, sweetie....
Well,Ok, maybe one...
I said, Listen, put it to rest, will ya?
I'm about as gay as John Wayne...

She said, wasn't his name Marion?

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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 08/22/2008 :  23:41:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Let's do that one more time, sweet darlin', before we leave
this earth. We can do it, I want you to believe that!! We'll
just buy that motorcycle down the street, and gear up and ... just..
GO !! Yes, it has. It's been many years since we took that
road trip. But, honey, we always talked about doin' it again,
didn't we? Life got busy, and times got hard here and there, but
lookin' forward to backtracking a little kind of kept us goin'.
Now, didn't it? Come on, Rob ! We've still got enough speed in
our hearts to get on the road again. They say that motorcycles
aren't respected as much as they used to be, and they weren't
respected a whole lot back then, but we'll just go ahead and do it!!
You hear me, don't you, Rob? Listen up. When we get up there,
it will be close to dark. Remember how it was? They turned those
beautiful lights on and you could see the Falls on both sides,
the American and the Canadian sides. Oh, Lordy. I don't know why
we've waited so long to go back. We have to be hurrying, now,
you ... KNOW ??? Let me pull my chair up a little closer, so you
can hear me better, my love. Rob, you are the love of my life.
You know that? The love of my life. We have so many things yet
to do, but that Niagara Falls .... that's gonna be the first......
Oh, honey, let me get you a blanket. You feel so cold.

What? Excuse me? Could you come a little closer, nurse? I was
talkin' to Rob and didn't hear you. Oh, you want me to come with
you ? Okay. Rob, honey....I'll be right back. Just keep
thinkin' about that wonderful trip. The nurse needs me for a second.
....only a second, honey. Well, maybe a minute. But, only for a
minute, baby. I'll get that blanket for you.



BGee

Edited by - BarbraG on 08/24/2008 01:37:11
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1768 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2008 :  07:48:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Brought tears to my eyes, BGee. Wonderful job.

Joe
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2008 :  20:53:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You can't be Too strong...

They tell me I need to make a "fearless moral inventory" and seek
forgiveness.
There are some sleeping dogs in dark corners I don't want to or have to
kick.
There are some movies that come back on their own, nite after nite,
a running dialog with myself and whatever Gods are still listening.
There are some things I don't want forgiven, wanting the
sharp edge of their memory cutting me, shaping me,
forging me over the coals.

The basement in Pittsburgh, huddled in filth,
hiding from The War...
The beach in California where I "died."

His body on the road.

Her face when I told her.

Saying goodbye to Martina, laying in a bed
in the back of a truck.

The abuse heaped upon the ones I loved
and myself.

The selfishness, the cowardice, the weakness, the stubborness.

The turning away,
the lost years,
the rivers crossed at nite in the darkness...

Maybe someday I will find that there really is
A God that forgives...

For now, it's up to me to have the courage to
leave behind the failures and move on
with strength...


You can't be Too strong...

~*~




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San Diego
Rocker

437 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2008 :  15:55:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We're back from work on the desert. And a side trip to Mexico. Three hours from Ensenada. And the usual hot hour's song and dance at the Border. Kids cleaning your windshield with dirty rags. "Amigo, I pay you not to do that," I say. "Two dollars American, Senorita." "Senorita" means I'm getting away cheap. It is the way in. I don't fight it.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2008 :  16:00:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That first morning his shadow appeared. His Sunday eyes in Eden. Bells celebrating the striped lemon light tearing the sky apart. Bright flowers annonymously nodding for he was the namer of things. The seduction with apples. The Ark in shallow water. His soul...that deep well...slowly filling.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/04/2008 :  19:29:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
For years he watched her hands move against the clay. The wet wheel spinning. The shadows on the wall. When she flung the colors from her fingertips it made a rainbow pattern above the door.

On the hill...a wall of cypress trees...green flames swaying.
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