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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 08/08/2011 : 19:25:55
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We've been friends long enough, he says Patting the tortillas dry Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes So I look up But I don't say a word Hey No use fishing for trouble |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2011 : 21:23:07
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I liked what you wrote up there, Rodeo ... very good .. FINISH the story ..
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 18:31:36
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 19:33:13
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I sit in the darkness, in the back of the cafe. Carmelita tries to come to me But I send her away.
When the madness comes it is the only time I feel I know who I really am. Most of the time I leave myself behind somewhere, somewhere in a past that comes only in shadows; Only in memories.
I wish my memory was in my heart, so I could cut them both out with one slice... ~*~ |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 07:57:22
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The demons come like fire ants; You don’t know they’re there until they’re all over you. Unlike fire ants, tho’, you can’t kill ‘em. You can try. That’s why the Bible. You can try not to feel ‘em. That’s why the bottle. You can try to put others out of your misery. That’s why the gun.
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 09:47:10
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Never been many I could talk to… ...didn’t want to,
“She” never asked questions… she already knew the answers… ...spooky…a good kind of spooky.
I never talked to him even tho’ (it seemed) we shared the same “symptoms”…(Bible, bottle, gun, whore)...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:40:22
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...and then the campfire tale The first or last night's story The last night was yesterday The first night is tomorrow
Some days we fly Some nights we crawl It is the company that keeps us |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:50:23
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Right about now Mr. Lyons would step in...
He stood in the rain just listening and wondering...how long it took for one drop to get to the forest floor from the tallest tree. Some nightbird's call cut through the damp dark and he felt like one of the huddled creatures...only there was nothing to draw warmth from. He was acutely aware of the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his boots scooting on rocky mud. He adjusted the back pack which held the last thing she had given him and continued the slow walk down the mountain. It was pouring so hard he almost ran into a cabin wall. If there was ever a door, it wasn't there now so in he went. A black blur of something went through his legs and he almost fell. As he regained his balance and heard the click, he knew he was not alone.
-Ron Lyons October 21, 2004 |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2011 : 09:16:01
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Albert let out a big sigh and said, One thing you can say about me is I always paid the rent. Every month for forty years,through the good and bad everlovin seasons up and down and the long-lean-and-in-between days and nights; back to the shocking 9/11 blue sky late January day, Hudson a third frozen over on each side with a band of moving water in the middle heading for New York.
There was never a better day, Albert said, There was never a better time. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/14/2011 : 08:39:06
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We are tired of the game they're running on us.
We are too new to know.
We are sure we are the only lovers that have ever felt this way.
We are hoping we are better every day we get closer to death.
We are misunderstood and overlooked and underhandled and overbearing. We are too much to take except in small doses.
We are certain there is always something left to lose and nothing to gain or maybe it's nothing left to lose and evrything to gain.
We are sure we have lost decades to desires of the senses.
We are everything we needed to be and nothing of what we thought we'd be.
We have never been to a Great Adventure or a Six Flags but have been to the original Disneyland on mushrooms.
We are missing the way it used to be but loving what it is and will be.
We are always only about twelve steps away from falling down a rabbit hole.
We are folks that have worked our whole lives but are hedonists at heart.
We are mostly delightful.
We are
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 11:37:38
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We are the ones our parents warned us about… AND We are the ones who are now warning our children... ...to warn their children
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Edited by - rodeo on 08/16/2011 16:55:27 |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 19:57:31
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And.... locking our doors!
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 17:35:58
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Then it was silent except for the rain and the drips from part of the open roof. If it was to be a fight, he was ready with the 2 dollar lighter he drew. The light flickered over a racoon whom he immediately named Rocky. Rocky was finishing a late supper of squirrel and dropping small bones on some sort of slate floor. They looked at each other and there appeared to be world peace, at least in that tiny cabin. He took the pack off and sat against the wall. He had to find the sea and was waiting for some sun to make the day a compass. -Ron Lyons, 2004 |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 19:47:47
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We sat on her back porch drinking coffee waiting for the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust.
She said, You know, we made love once, all those years ago.
I said, You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.
She said, You were laying in your room, barely conscious, mumbling about making love to a green bottle. I crept in wearing nothing but Carmelita's vanilla and never said a word.
I said, Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?
She whispered, a sound like a butterfly sighing, Have you looked at my girl's eyes? |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2011 : 10:58:23
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hmmmmm Sorry...no appropriate smiley. tnx hnk
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/20/2011 : 07:04:50
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This mad pantomime is all we have left The night was too short Morning came too soon. Hold the phone on your shoulder Twirl out your back door, Dance with me Darlin Neath the stars and the moon. |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 08/21/2011 : 13:26:33
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2011 : 18:26:39
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Albert said to me, The older I get, the more I resent the claim that the dead seem to have on me.
Oh, I don't resent the people, that's for sure; just the pull on my soul, always pulling me back when everything tells me to go forward.
Sometimes I used to even envy them, but not so much anymore.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2011 : 19:12:55
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Albert mumbled to me during one Sunday morning drunk, Y'know, She made me wonder if I was still that kind of guy. Apparently I was, he whispered.
The whiskey brings out a person and if that person is me, then I can't keep blaming evrything on the whisky now, can I?
I said, I don't know, pardner , maybe you should give it a rest for awhile and see...
Yeah, he said, Manana.....
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andrew p
Firefly
    
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 08/27/2011 : 22:06:08
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Hank...you are amazing old friend...truly a dreamer, poet & storyteller. love ya man
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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