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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
 Posted - 02/22/2012 : 09:12:25
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"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," the salesman said.
"Yeah, right" I snapped. "You think I want to live in Vegas forever?" |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 02/25/2012 : 07:47:54
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Martina asked me if you could hear the sound of
One heart breaking
If there was no one there to care.
I said that the movement of the air from
One hand clapping could cause a
Hurricane on the other side of
The Earth.
She said
What little mind you had left
When I first met you
Has gone totally mad.
I said, Yes, I've noticed,
But it's the only charming quality
I still have... |
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/04/2012 : 14:37:12
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| Some days an hour passes when I don't think of you. |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 03:06:24
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I stared at the empty scarlet stained glass and realized that the wine was gone. It wouldn't be long before sunrise, so I walked out and sat on the porch swing to hear the birds start their singing, so I could sit there and watch the dawn and wish I were somewhere else. I'm not sure where I wish I was. Maybe I wish I were where you are. But, I don't really know where you are, and two people in different places can't be at the same place in one moment in time. I don't know why I didn't just go to sleep last night instead of sitting up and longing for you and remembering, remembering, remembering ........ things that maybe didn't really happen anyway.
I wish I were somewhere else. And I wish you were there with me. But, two people in different places can't be together. And the empty glass will soon be filled again.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 17:53:20
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You stand in the doorway
Not dead in the present
Your breath
Not apart
Not tonight |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 17:57:09
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I'm waiting for the faults to slip or thrust
To rush across the bittersweet Border
Hand-made house at the end of a road
Beside the dream-sheened ocean
Salt spray and night-long constellations
Your mouth of lime invention
The ice around your fingers
Beginning to melt
Your eyes
Two resolute shadows
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2012 : 18:50:31
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She came thru the darkness
And she gave me the first kiss
That I'd had in over a year
She asked if I missed us
Did I have any new loves
My eyes started filling with tears
I said You're the only
Girl that I wanted
Without you I haven't a prayer
I started out slowly
Treating her holy
Then I said all I'd wanted to share.
I so missed your cooking
And spending time looking
Into your face evry night
I missed all your laughing
And all the time having
The feeling evrything's alright
I missed your sweet ways
And spending those Saturdays
Drunk just from your perfume
That thrill of excitement
I always got whenever
You would walk in the room.
And she said...
You can walk on without me
You deserve to be free
Stop carrying me down the road
Feel the wind on your face
Enjoy running the race
Lay down your heavy load
Walk on without me
See all that you can be
Life will never be the same
Fly on with new wings
Discover some new things
Flying close to the flame.
Tell me all of your stories
And all of your glories
Don't worry we've got all night
She held me in her embrace
I felt her perfect grace
It seemed evrything was all right
We layed in each other's arms
So far from any harm
Not wanting to think of the dawn
I awoke to the empty bed
I shook my tired head
I looked around she was gone.
And she said...
You can walk on without me
You deserve to be free
Stop carrying me down the road
Feel the wind on your face
Enjoy running the race
Lay down your heavy load
Walk on without me
See what you can be
Life will never be the same
Fly on with new wings
Discover the new things
Flying close to the flames...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/10/2012 : 15:59:51
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| This is the number. This is the door. This is Adam with his light two-knuckle knocking. A shatter of sleep then. An original dream. His rib cage rising and falling. "I know everything about you," he says the next/first morning, leaning up on one predestined elbow. Twist of sheets on his side kicked free. Dawn light coming into the scheme of it. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2012 : 18:11:19
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Scent of Emaraude mixing with the lilacs.
Beach on Martha's Vineyard at sunset,
surrounded by flat-headed Beetlebung and Menemsha trees.
Tanned skin making her white dress glow
as the tide comes in.
Last dance with her in the wet sand before
running away to California
and the rest of my life...
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2012 : 18:45:29
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| Rock Star. It traveled 105 miles over 11 nights at a top speed of 8 mph. From the desert's edge in Riverside to mid-Wilshire in downtown LA. It arrived Saturday morning at 4:25am to thunderous applause from a cheering crowd. 340 tons, 2 stories high. $70 thousand for the rock, $10 million for the project. "It looks a lot bigger in the city than it did in the quarry," said Michael Govan, Los Angeles County Museum Director. Visitors will be able to walk through a slot with the 680 thousand pounds of granite suspended 15 feet over their heads. The rock made the trip "shrink wrapped". |
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/17/2012 : 17:04:00
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Jonmark-
Reading the Old Blue Boards this rainy Saint Patrick's afternoon. All that love and history. Deep breath, now. A break in the storm and a chance to run out and grab the mail. Two hummingbirds on the feeder...like they have all the time in the world. I miss Mick every day. I thought it would get easier. You and Bree, be well. Love, Ro |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/18/2012 : 17:28:39
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/24/2012 : 07:05:51
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Does the soul take wing and leave the body
When the heart gets broken and lost?
Is what started out as a rolling stone
Planted and covered with moss?
Anguish and passion take time to get over
Is there ever a good time to sleep?
The clock ticks so loud at midnite
Are the memories buried too deep?
If the Gods gave you forever
Could you do it without a heart?
Eternity's not somewhere waiting
Weren't the whispers there from the start?
The magic in music is silent
Do stars only shine in the dark?
Did you think the beauty inside her eyes
Would finally light your last spark?
How many times can you stumble?
Does the river know it's nearing the falls?
While the questions steal the nights away
The days give you nothing at all.
The feel and the touch of a lover
The fragrance and taste that you crave
They linger in wisps of memory
Do they laugh at you from the grave?
If the Gods gave you forever
Could you do it without a heart?
Eternity's not somewhere waiting
Weren't the whispers there from the start?
Anguish and passion take time to get over
Is there ever a good time to sleep?
The clock ticks so loud at midnite
Are the memories buried too deep?
The magic in music is silent
Do stars only shine in the dark?
Did you think the beauty inside her eyes
Would finally light your last spark?
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2012 : 14:11:35
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I love this one, Hank. I can't pick a favorite but it's close.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/29/2012 : 03:24:41
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I'm hitchin a ride to redemption
On this dark, hot July night
The quarter moon's three nickels short
The neon's not much light
Townes and Zevon feed the engine
Newbury's driving this old train
I find myself smilin a bit
As the sky begins to rain
It seems the rails end up ahead
But Mickey only smiles
He's made this trip many a time
His soul's walked evry mile
So many times I needed an ace
But only drew a seven
Tonight's the night I win the pot
Headin for the last bar in Heaven
At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home
Seems the old friends always find me
When the darkness fills my soul
It doesn't take but a song or two
And I'm feeling almost whole
Forgiveness and redemption's
What my old heart needs tonight
This train I'm on will carry me
From the darkness to the light
At the last bar in Heaven
The shows will never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home
At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You'll always have a friend
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2012 : 08:51:41
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I Have Come to the River to Pray. New version done by a sober Rev Buckman. It needed to be done, whether he liked it or not....
http://youtu.be/nMBt2xRrDNY |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 04/01/2012 : 17:29:41
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| You were standing at the table with coffee...eating strawberries and snapping my recipe cards like a hand of Solitaire. "Hah! Red-eye gravy on Black Forest Cake!" You grinned and flexed the deck like a riverboat gambler. It was February and the first strawberries were out of the fields for Valentine's Day dipped in chocolate. There were glass beads strung on fish line trembling in the kitchen window. Scribbles of wispy fog between the house and the ocean. The hush and refracted light from all that condensed moisture. "...we're in the clouds," you said, and closed your eyes. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/05/2012 : 14:22:30
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Years they pass, scars they show,redemption draweth nigh
If it wasn't for the moonlight no one would see us cry
Love comes to town once or twice sometimes it even stays
Like the circus,roll the tents,the clown's the one who pays.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/05/2012 : 14:26:25
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She crawled into his bed from the corner of his mind.
The piper played, the couples danced,the music struck him blind.
Milk and honey filled the days, coke and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out all the pretty footlights
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 04/12/2012 : 18:15:21
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| April is Poe month in San Diego. A month-long Shades of Poe Festival sponsored by the SD City Library and Write Out Loud. Dramatic readings at selected trolley stops. Last stop is Historic Old Town. "...But we loved with a love that was more than love..." performed by a theatre group in raven-black across the street from Whaley House, the most haunted house in North America. I LOVE POE tee shirts for sale at Bazaar del Mundo. One listener says, "I love Poe! He's totally awesome! Crazy-dark before dark was cool!" Wonder what Poe has to say about that... |
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The Nightly Vigil