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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
 Posted - 09/15/2012 : 04:20:15
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There is pain out in the world tonight
And some of it's your very own
Lord, I know you gave it all you had
Somehow that last dream has flown.
Have the spirits all deserted you
Left you to sing your lonesome tune?
Lord, we ask so little and yet so much
Why do the answers never come too soon?
Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Keep what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.
Does it sometimes seem so much to bear
All the work that goes unseen?
Is it the weakest or the strongest ones
That end up going to their knees?
Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Keep what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.
We enter naked and without blame
And day by day we gain and lose
We need the hope our elders promised
We need to find the path to choose
Do not be so hard upon yourself
The world will gladly do that part
Kepp what matters flowing freely through your soul
So the truths can reach your heart.
[Audio:http://youtu.be/oVg4FMi1dmE]
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2012 : 04:25:00
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Oh I wish I was a willow tree
Leanin' on a lazy breeze
Movin' like a midnight train
Through rainy Georgia
Wish I was a grain of sand
Playin' in a babys hands
Fallin' like a diamond chain
Into the ocean
Oh a willow tree is strong enough to bend
Never like the oak that lives in fear of the wind
A grain of sand is all I ever wanted to be
Lay me down let the water
Wash right over me wash over me
Oh I wish I was an old guitar
Sittin' in a beat-up car
Hittin' every two-bit bar
From here to Texas
Then I wouldn't be ashamed
To look up my old friends
And they would be so proud
To see me strung up again
Oh a grain of sand
Is all I ever wanted to be
Lay me down and let the water
Wash over me wash over me
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody wants to know your name
You're just another face
Lost in the crowded street
In the crowded street
Oh I wish I was a willow tree
Leanin' on a lazy breeze
Movin' like a midnight train
Through rainy Georgia
A willow tree is strong enough to bend
Never like the oak that lives in fear of the wind
A grain of sand is all I ever wanted to be
Lay me down let the water
Wash right over me wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
M Newbury ~*~
Audio reading as poesy at:http://youtu.be/gjaDmUhqtw8
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2012 : 17:32:57
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Thank you, Jason. Your listening means a great deal to me. H
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Illiance
Starting Member
USA
48 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2012 : 21:24:18
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Thanks for the kind words... I have been in a bit of a fog for awhile... if you keep telling yourself that you're a hermit, well, all manifestation is preceded by a thought. Lately I've been making a few new connections here in Tucson and about three weeks ago a mandolin player, bass player and myself formed a little combo. On the first practice we recorded one of my songs... here's a link if you want to listen... http://www.mediafire.com/?ln23ot442a88ma9
Illiance
If it wasn't for Procrastination, Chaos would be my best friend... j.stone
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 09/16/2012 : 19:48:17
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Remembering things Mick said often that made me think:
-Brain stew. What's drippin' in the pan in the moment.
-You're standin' with your nose up against one pixel. Step back. See the big picture.
-Your handwriting. Your dreams. Be careful who you tell your secrets to.
-No sunglasses after midnight.
-Funny...how the story changes...once it's been around the table.
-Few things happen...most things just become.
-Flame, not sparkle.
-When this movie stops...
-No dark books, baby.
-Keep a jack and a shovel in the trunk. Two sturdy planks in case of...
The Porch people used to write more about him. I wish they would do it again. Especially in September.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/16/2012 : 22:14:51
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| He lifts the lid on The Box of Names. "...for today," he says, and hands her a scrap of paper. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/17/2012 : 05:13:09
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Jason, I listened and loved the music. Except for my job I am a hermit. Sometimes by choice, sometimes not. It is hard for me to socialize without my drugs and liquor these five years and am still learning to walk alone. My best to you forever and always.Iliance lives forever in my heart. Hank
Ailinn, I have posted two pieces to speak of Mick in September.Hope it makes you smile; that is my entire goal today. Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/17/2012 : 20:08:50
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Ah, Henry...
Days gone by. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/18/2012 : 14:20:48
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For those who have suffered:
PLACES LOCKED BY GRACE
I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.
I have been violated in so many ways
But there are places that must stay safe
There are places only some can go
And those places are locked by grace.
The horrors that a woman feels
or a child or even a man
That face the beasts that walk this Earth
and are damaged at their hands
Must be treated ever forward
with tenderness, a loving embrace
There is so little left to them
That will ever restore their faith
I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.
Be patient with the child, the woman, the young man
Give them room to breathe and room to love
But what they need the most is time.
The healing comes from a higher place
than you can ever reach
It may seem now like they are drowning
But, be assured they will find the beach.
I could feel her shaking in my arms,
But she said, be assured I will not break.
He may have tried to take my body
But there's more to me he can never take.
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2012
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2012 : 17:08:36
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| Memory in a tarnished mirror. A Thanksgiving at 7-Eleven he turned into art. Up into the hills. Sunset off Sunset. Far-away lights of a city. His voice waiting for morning. His dawn-bright eyes open wide blue. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/23/2012 : 18:22:05
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| The first day of principal photography he shoots her through the veil. Tiny scrap of hat he insists on. He places a lit cigarette between her long fingers. Positions her at the critical edge. The honey-combed canyon conspires with the VFX crew's raging inferno. He signals the cameraman. Knows what he wants in and out of each frame. Long-take sympathetic bird's-eye view. Slow track to broken sky in her eye. Soft focus on first flicker of fright. Close-up on sparks climbing ladders of smoke. Dolly zoom on her open-mouth recognition. She's terrified of heights. He knows this before he begins. Before he casts her in the role. Before he puts his arms around her. |
Edited by - Ailinn on 04/06/2014 14:25:05 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/23/2012 : 18:31:49
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The past is never dead.
It's not even past.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/23/2012 : 19:37:49
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I sit in the dark
At a table in the back
Of the saloon
Holding court.
I told him he should have killed me
The first time he saw me,
I told him he would never win,
I told him that despite my whiskey
And the women that
My heart was pure and I would
Always be stronger than him.
He laughed and said
Maybe so Preacher
Maybe so
And turned and walked out.
I took the gun that I'd been holding
Under the table and laid it down and
Picked up the glass of whiskey.
I listen to the sound of the horses stirring
And the dust blowing down the street.
The night is turning cold.....
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/24/2012 : 19:35:27
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 09/29/2012 : 09:08:55
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"Memory in a tarnished mirror"
Beautiful, Ailinn....
How do I manage to pick just the perfect time to post so that what little bit I say, ends up at the top of the page? and makes very little sense?
I will say this.
CELEBRATE Mickey today, Porch!
With many Sweet Memories...
x
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2012 : 12:45:35
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Love it. First thing you sent me I think.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2012 : 17:52:31
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| Thank you, Becka. Wish I lived close enough to enjoy one of your House Concerts. Maybe someday I'll jump on a plane. |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2012 : 18:01:24
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| Doug, I loved this the first time I read and printed it. Mick was faith and family and loyalty to friends. He was mischief and magic with a peppery grin and cracked in half laugh that made you believe all was as it should be. Thanks for putting this up again. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 10/01/2012 : 20:16:14
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Before this rain it had been
dry for months.
The music man had said it
looked like rain.
I took it on faith and used
the last of the water to
clean the horse's dusty nostrils.
And then it came...
First the music and
then the rain.
Healing.
Cleansing.
Saving...
Rev B
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The Nightly Vigil