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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2004 :  18:55:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Where deep canyons narrow
To single file
Through switch-back trails
A darkness and a silence
A stoppered sound
Inside a cask of echos
No words
Where dark converges
And none necessary
For the weight of vigilance
Is exhausting
This inert Earthly weight
Again the ascent
To gathering blue
A confluence that moves us
And then the campfire tale
The first or last night's story
The last night was yesterday
The first night is tomorrow
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2004 :  18:42:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In this sacred place
We call The Board
What is passed
Hand to hand here
Lifts us
So
Order a ritual
Incense in cones
Thicken the Autumn air with it
Sandalwood, cinnamon, clove
Brew tea in a dragon-shaped pot
Drink it
Light five ivory candles
Pray for grace
Place a teaspoonful of sunshine
Under your tongue
Feast after fasting so long
Keep your pantry shelves spilling
Whatever you need
For this journey
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2004 :  20:34:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Octobers...
Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...
I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...
But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry October sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2004 :  21:20:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hard to live up to the moment
With lightning in our eyes all day
Hard to stay out of harms way
When the sun ricochets off cold water
We bind our souls with uncommon cloth
Some emblematic banner
And know our wandering brings us
To this swollen fate
To these invisible hours of longing
And grace
Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl
All in all
It is the company
that keeps us
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/08/2004 :  17:42:26  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl....

I have decided that all future sermons
will be delivered by the iron
that is on my hip...
There are more men that need
dispatching than there
are that need saving....
With each
passing day I sink
farther and farther into desperation...
The calling that started me on
this path has left me,
I am fearful, for good....
The body I came to the dance with has
dissipated so far
as to be useful for nothing...
I push the horse
into the mountains where
I can leave behind the hard men
and the sad-eyed women...
I am no longer fit to be in the
company of people,
good or evil...
I need some time
with the creeks and the prairies,
The mountains and the wind...
I need some time with nothing
or no one but the things that were
here before The Great One
spoiled it with Man...

I need some time...

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/08/2004 :  20:47:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Times unfamiliar edges
Of everything blind
The hive of light buzzing
Just outside the bright darkness
The souls blue amnesia
My friend
"...Creeks and praries
Mountains and winds..."
The Great One didn't spoil it
We did
As He knew we would
Smiling
As he planned it
So don't be hard on yourself
"I've been to the city
I've seen the city lights"
And the curbside urban sparrows
And the lonesome crows
Let the stars slide across the wide sky
With starched clouds in the bright white of them
Let the windows flare
When the last sun slips into a western sea
Suddenly bright again
All of us here
At the edge of the world
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  11:46:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I must step out a minute here and simply bow to your ART, Ailinn....HB
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  11:50:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"The geese fly over no longer,

Their rite of passage no more.

The trees let go their leaves

'fore Winter knocks on the door.

It has been a long time

Since I had these childhood dreams

Of frost from my breath

On a crisp Autumn day.

Winter in its death throes

All life has gone from sight.

All color now has faded.

All is black and white."
CL Wilkins
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  12:46:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Manana and Manana...

Tomorrow I will quit drinking
I always told her,
But tomorrow never came...
Now it is here and
She is not...
Alone now with my Precious
Whiskey
Yeah yeah
"In the back
In the dark"

How does one Live Artistically
with a green bottle?
How does one dance a
Newbury Waltz with a
Memory?

There will be some
Bullet holes in the ceiling
Come morning...

Rev B

Edited by - buckman on 10/09/2004 12:48:00
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  17:23:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Days of looming despair
Make you want to knock
Before you approach them
Days with their weary dreariness
And sullen sun refusing to shine
The same cold, lonely number
The same old story again
Our hearts full of thorns
And suspicious history
Our eyes in the stark sky
Straining
But the wooden boat He shows us...
And the crows...
Black arrows on the horizon
His face in the freighted clouds
Waiting
Turn the page now
See what is already written
The heart's true calligraphy

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/20/2019 16:08:26
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Meeks IX
Swinger

USA
1045 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  17:28:31  Show Profile  Visit Meeks IX's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I wish I could read all this. The presentation is splendid.


Meeks

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  22:55:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It has been a long night...
I watch the crow as it watches me...
He is waiting for me
To show desperation
But it is not
Going to happen...
I have been down this road before and
I know that the water is
Just ahead...
As long as the fire still
Burns I will have a chance...

Some nights last forever...

Rev B

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2004 :  23:02:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Where are the stars?
I see only holes.
A light from behind the sky makes
it's way through...
touches the Earth and
traces the ground until once again
the midnight sun
falls quietly over the edge.
You can tell the moon
is full,
some crazy Cowboy
tried to gun down the wind again this morning..."
[Mickey Newbury]
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2004 :  06:09:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
HELP ME SON...
WILL YOU KINDLY HELP ME TO MY FEET
A GENTLEMAN IS WAITING IN THE STREET
THE SUN IS RISING
LISTEN BOY...
CAN YOU HEAR THE HOUNDS OF HELL
THEY ARE WAITING AT MY GATES THEY WAIL

THE SUN IS RISING

THROUGH THE YEARS I HAVE BEEN SHOT
RIGHT TO THE BONE I HAVE BEEN CUT AND
SHOT RIGHT TO THE BONE
I AM DEATHLY TIRED AND ALL ALONE

HELP ME SON...
WILL YOU KINDLY HELP ME TO MY FEET

THE SUN IS RISING

~*~

IT IS OVER NOW..

PICK UP HIS GUN AND WALK ME TO MY HORSE

NO...LEAVE THE BASTARD LYING THERE

LIKE SOME HOG TIED CRYIN' DYIN'STEER

BUT REMEMBER BOY...HE WILL LIVE TO KILL ANOTHER DAY

NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON HIM AND SAY

IT IS DONE

HELP ME SON

[Mickey Newbury]
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2004 :  14:10:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Some nights last forever..."
And
"Some dreams never die."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2004 :  14:14:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Here we are...all sharing our moments...what...makes us happy...hurts us...even sharing the sorrow of one another's friends. Such a ~SMALL world~. It all depends on what kind of carriage takes you from here to there. Me?......Dreams."

[Mickey Newbury]
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2004 :  14:32:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The story tonight when (intermittent static) fires burn and sparks rise to the (AM/FM signals flying in) star-flecked sky... . . . .

. . . . . ...then this morning I drove 50 miles to get Rael Loder outta the County slam. He hot-wired his uncle's pickup and got caught underage with no license again. Rael's a good kid but that don't cut hay with the law. When we got back to the reservation a new family had to be put up and the Food Service people delivered two dozen 25# sacks of restaurant pancake mix instead of our order. We're under siege by mice and fire ants so I sure don't want it hanging around here. At noon I went to the cafeteria and made pancakes. All the kids eat lunch at school. Some have breakfast and supper here too. Tall Jim came for lunch and brought a surprise. A macadamia nut tree. "MacDonalds for squirrels," he says. Tall Jim was in a bad accident several years ago. Lost his left hand at the wrist. Does odd jobs and wears worn leather chaps and Hawaiian shirts and a beat up cowboy hat covered with old Olympic pins. He tells great stories I don't think are true and I like him alot. After lunch we cleared brush and talus from the high irrigation ditches and two more families arrived. The Doc came to check them out. Gotta be done within 24 hours. Everybody's okay but one of the dogs (looks part wolf to me) was taken to Animal Shelter. Much crying over this. Quarantine, not kill. Still much crying. For supper we'll have pancakes and canned peaches. We have people coming in 'til the end of October but for now we're in pretty good shape. You once asked me what I do here. Tomorrow will be different from today. Except the pancakes, I suppose. How's the Rodeo circuit...or are you riding for the brand now? Vella made you a wall hanging. Got it over my desk. Hung on that gold wire I found in your old saddlebags...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2004 :  18:43:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Angels caught up with me at the card table...

After they sat down
I said,
Why don't you sit down?
The one called Michael said
Always the smart guy
Always the rebel...
Gabriel
Started to defend me
But Michael glared at him and said,
Not this time
This time he's going to
Pay for what he's done...
Just a little,
Just so he knows...
He reached over and squeezed
My chest until I passed out...
I know it was just a dream,
But who took my bottle
And why does my damn chest hurt?


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2004 :  20:23:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The angels always show up. Pesky critters tripping down Heaven's stairs. They show up when God eavesdrops above the treetops. They bring their faces close to ours. They stare in so still and curious. No channeling. No static. No spirits caught with their boots off marching out of the ether. Just the soldiers...

Stop stumbling over the bones
Of the broken city
Put the silver bullet away
Go silent among the soldiers
With their cigarettes waiting for whiskey
No name for the crime you've committed
But your rifle is still too hot to touch
And smoke rises from your cheekbone
Where you sighted along the barrel
The soldiers wear uniforms
Not the same
And the time of the inquisition
Will depend upon
Which watch they are wearing
What currency they hold
In their camouflage hearts
Which weapons they strap
To their staggering thighs
When you turn your palms skyward
With your wrists pinned to the ground
To the sand and the gravel
To the pommeled trail
The air full of knives
The fog climbing
The tide rising inside your chest
Don't lower your eyes
See the whole story
Paradise nodding
And your head too heavy to rise
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2004 :  22:26:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I watched the boy as he paced the horse around the corral...
Dirty red headband holding
Back his long hair...
Tall,
Mad-wild
But tender and
So full of it all..
Oh how I'd loved watching him grow...
At 18, he could've been me,
Some of the same strengths
Some of the wild weaknesses
Some of the great knack
For making others either
Sore at him or
Loving him...

In the great sunlit ocean of time
He was just a drop...
But some of those drops
Do so sparkle, Perrinore,
Oh, how they sparkle...

RUN BOY
OH,RUN, MY BOY...
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