Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy (1999) / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy

As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.

I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.

We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.

Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.

We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.

I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.

The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.

Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.

From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.

We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.

We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.

Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.

I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.

-Will Dockery

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments--- I'm in the midst of attempting to
reach a new level with poetry--- for thirty years I written poetry
completely off-the-cuff, with virtually no training in the "craft",
technique, et cetera [in fact, I know so little about actual "poetry"
that I couldn't even define these terms to you!] being a completely
selft-taught, self styled "street poet".
My good friends at "alt.arts.poetry.comments" have ribbed me for over
two years about my glib ignorance of the history, and proper
construction of a poem, and I finally have decided, before I get any
older [than dirt already!] or God forbid, I should die, to try to
improve my poetry to a reasonable level that learned poetry readers
wouldn't cringe to read.
I feel I'm pretty good with a line, the actual "thought" or "idea" of
it, but I admit, to the academics and seasoned poets, my poems are
like log cabins compared with skyscrapers.
I hope to remedy this... nothing is certain, but I can only hit the
books and try to learn.
Will

[Will Dockery]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.

;)

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

[Hieronymous Corey]

Isn't the bearded fat lady hot?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Isn't the bearded fat lady hot?

"The Lesbian Elvis," as Guy Smiley once observed.

;)

[Z***@none.i2p]

Will Dockery wrote on Wed, 09 October 2019 16:07

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Isn't the bearded fat lady hot?

"The Lesbian Elvis," as Guy Smiley once observed.
;)

Guy can be quite hilarious yet brutal........

[Will Dockery]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has everyone here, get a check-up...quick.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

https://imgflip.com/memegenerator/198270765/Rochester

If I looked like that I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

;)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

Just sayin'.

;)

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.
Just sayin'.
;)

Just sayin what Fat man....you don't like my looks?

Showing some internet muscle there...get a check-up before you follow Fake Jew into the after-world.

Word to the ...oh never mind.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.

You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.

;)

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

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Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

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Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

Poor Will...a nobody with a fat body.

[Zod]

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Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

Poor Will...a nobody

While here you are completely obsessed with who you want to pretend is a no body.......

Every post you make is about Doc......

Every poem you write is about Doc........

Face it, you are a demented, obsessed senile old man eat up with jealousy for Doc.........

Why not just come out once and admit it...........?

[Me]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

He beats you hands down in looks department, pissbum.
But you already knew that.
And where you get the woody Harrelson shit from, I have no idea.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

[General Zod]

Post by Me

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

He beats you hands down in looks department

Matter of opinion there without a doubt..... here is Rochester, shadows tro hide his droopy eyes and all....

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Post by Me

Post by Will Dockery
I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

Ha ha ha....

[NancyGene]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly for your comments--- I'm in the midst of attempting to
reach a new level with poetry--- for thirty years I written poetry
completely off-the-cuff, with virtually no training in the "craft",
technique, et cetera [in fact, I know so little about actual "poetry"
that I couldn't even define these terms to you!] being a completely
selft-taught, self styled "street poet".
My good friends at "alt.arts.poetry.comments" have ribbed me for over
two years about my glib ignorance of the history, and proper
construction of a poem, and I finally have decided, before I get any
older [than dirt already!] or God forbid, I should die, to try to
improve my poetry to a reasonable level that learned poetry readers
wouldn't cringe to read.
I feel I'm pretty good with a line, the actual "thought" or "idea" of
it, but I admit, to the academics and seasoned poets, my poems are
like log cabins compared with skyscrapers.
I hope to remedy this... nothing is certain, but I can only hit the
books and try to learn.
Will

He learned nothing in 20 years and still writes the same shit in the same manner.

[Perry Winkle]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

Poor Will...a nobody

While here you are completely obsessed with who you want to pretend is a no body.......

Every post you make is about Doc......

Every poem you write is about Doc........

Face it, you are a demented, obsessed senile old man eat up with jealousy for Doc.........

Why not just come out once and admit it..........

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Zod

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
Thanks greatly for your comments

Thanks for being so obsessed with me, Rochester.
;)

You're welcome, I've always been obsessed with circus freaks.

I've seen your photo, Rochester... you don't seem to get that you'd fit right in with the circus freaks.

and I've seen yours......as has

Yeah, I'm no beauty contest winner, but if I looked like you I'd shut my fucking mouth with judging others, Rochester.

you don't like my looks

I don't really give a damn what you look like, Rochester, you're the one obsessed with me.
You make a good Woody Harrelson lookalike, though, but you already know that.
;)

Poor Will...a nobody

While here you are completely obsessed with who you want to pretend is a no body.......
Every post you make is about Doc......
Every poem you write is about Doc........
Face it, you are a demented, obsessed senile old man eat up with jealousy for Doc.........
Why not just come out once and admit it..........

Georgie Sulzbach loves his swill,
He slurps it night and day;
If swill could kill, he'd slurp it still
And gaily prance away.

Anon. -- transcribed from the walls of a transient's cardboard box along the Riverwalk.

[Perry Winkle]

Post by Michael Pendragon
Georgie Sulzbach loves his swill,
He slurps it night and day;
If swill could kill, he'd slurp it still
And gaily prance away.
Anon. -- transcribed from the walls of a transient's cardboard box along the Riverwalk.

Your fantasy about me is noted........

[General Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
😉

Right on...…

[Michael Pendragon]

You fellows and your childish name calling says more about you than me.

Ha ha ha.....

[H***@novabbs.i2p]

Edward Rochester Esq. wrote on Mon, 09 September 2019 00:02

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Thanks greatly

Hello, Senile Senetto....

[Art for Sale]

That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

Post by Art for Sale
That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

Oh Lady Bunny...you live outside, drunk.....don't forget who tried to help you...and now it's too late. Drink up

[Art for Sale]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale
That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

Oh Lady Bunny...

There is nobody here by that name you stupid senile old fuckhead…….

Jon Ingle does not post here.....

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bunny

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale
That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

Oh Lady Bunny...

There is nobody here by that name you stupid senile old fuckhead…….
Jon Ingle does not post here.....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bunny

Have a drink Lady Bunny...soon it will be breakfast and you can have another drink..then lunch and you can have another drink.....you are Lady Bunny FF's blowjob man.

[High Number]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale
That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

Oh Lady Bunny...

There is nobody here by that name you stupid senile old fuckhead…….
Jon Ingle does not post here.....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bunny

Have a drink Lady Bunny..

Rochester you are an unoriginal fool.... Lady Bunny is Jon Ingle and I am not he.....

[Edward Rochester Esq.]

Post by High Number

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.

Post by Art for Sale
That Rochester sure is one stupid and obsessed fuckhead.....

Oh Lady Bunny...

There is nobody here by that name you stupid senile old fuckhead…….
Jon Ingle does not post here.....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bunny

Have a drink Lady Bunny..

Rochester you are an unoriginal fool.... Lady Bunny is Jon Ingle and I am not he.....

Oh, Lady Bunny, I say you're Lady Bunny....now drink up

[Art for Sale]

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
Oh, Lady Bunny, I say you're Lady Bunny....

I say you are a senile fuckhead so does that make it so.... by your logic it does, you stupid motherfucker...…...

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
Oh, Lady Bunny, I say you're Lady Bunny....

I say you are a senile fuckhead so does that make it so.... by your logic it does, you stupid motherfucker...…...

I second your bunnyhood, your ladyship... so drink!

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Art for Sale
I say you are a senile fuckhead so does that make it so.... by your logic it does, you stupid motherfucker...…...

I second your

Two stupid motherfuckers does not a mandate make, Pendragon.

;)

[Hieronymous Corey]

Who needs a mandate when you have a quorum? LOL

[Will Dockery]

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Who needs a mandate

Okay, I suppose we will use the same process on deciding to call you Pastor Corey?

[Hieronymous Corey]

Many, many more people know me as Hieronymous Corey than
as Pastor Corey, but you make your own decisions, of course.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Many, many more people know me as Hieronymous Corey than
as Pastor Corey, but you make your own decisions, of course.

Okay, so, many, many more people know Zod as Zod than "Lady Bunny", but you seem fine with "calling him out of his name"*, Pastor Corey.

You strike me as a bit hypocritical.

------------------------------------------------------
https://www.quora.com/What-does-call-me-out-of-my-name-mean-Where-did-this-originate

* To insult someone; to talk about a person in a negative way, especially to call the person a name or to hurl an accusation at the person. "She come talking about I stole her ring. I don't appreciate nobody calling me outta my name". It isn't a normal US idiom, but could be a slang term in any of the several sub-cultures... the phrase has been in use from as early as the 16th century:

From Henry Fielding by Joseph Andrews (1742):

"I am a woman as well as yourself," she roared out, "and no she-dog; and if I have been a little naughty, I am not the first; if I have been no better than I should be,' cries she, sobbing, "that's no reason you should call me out of my name : my betters are worse than me."

From The Batchelor: Or Speculations of Jeoffrey Wagstaffe, Esq. (1769):

"I was beginning to grow serious upon this subject, when I received the following letter. My much valued correspondent, however, calls me out of my name, by styling my Speculations the HUMOURIST, as I have have for some time dropped that title, on the very just reasons, and do, for the future, intend to appear under that of my real character, the BATCHELOR, which I have this day assumed..."

https://www.quora.com/What-does-call-me-out-of-my-name-mean-Where-did-this-originate

[ME]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Many, many more people know me as Hieronymous Corey than
as Pastor Corey, but you make your own decisions, of course.

Okay, so, many, many more people know Zod as Zod than "Lady Bunny", but you seem fine with "calling him out of his name"*, Pastor Corey.
You strike me as a bit hypocritical.
------------------------------------------------------
https://www.quora.com/What-does-call-me-out-of-my-name-mean-Where-did-this-originate
"I am a woman as well as yourself," she roared out, "and no she-dog; and if I have been a little naughty, I am not the first; if I have been no better than I should be,' cries she, sobbing, "that's no reason you should call me out of my name : my betters are worse than me."
"I was beginning to grow serious upon this subject, when I received the following letter. My much valued correspondent, however, calls me out of my name, by styling my Speculations the HUMOURIST, as I have have for some time dropped that title, on the very just reasons, and do, for the future, intend to appear under that of my real character, the BATCHELOR, which I have this day assumed..."
https://www.quora.com/What-does-call-me-out-of-my-name-mean-Where-did-this-originate

You are a hypocritical, whiny little cunt, pissbum.
You try to shame others with your petty accusations.
Get a fucking life dead beat.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Hieronymous Corey
Many, many more people know me as Hieronymous Corey than
as Pastor Corey, but you make your own decisions, of course.

Okay, so, many, many more people know Zod as Zod than "Lady Bunny", but you seem fine with "calling him out of his name"*, Pastor Corey.

More people here have called him "Lady Bunny" than "General Zod." But he'll always be "Stinky George" to me.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon
More people here have called him "Lady Bunny"

Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon
More people here have called him "Lady Bunny"

Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Wrong.

Jon Ingle is *also* Lady Bunny.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Post by Michael Pendragon
Wrong.
Jon Ingle is *also* Lady Bunny.

Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it.

:)

[ME]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Post by Michael Pendragon
Wrong.
Jon Ingle is *also* Lady Bunny.

Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it.
:)

That’s where you are wrong pissbum.
If someone believes that lady bunny is what they choose to identify zid, that’s their prerogative.
It’s like your insistence of calling others by derogatory names (trolls, anti Semitics, misogynist, etc.
Got it?!!!!

🤬😀

[Will Dockery]

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTC

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it.

If someone believes that lady bunny is what they choose to identify

<troll spew snipped>

Sure, call him whatever you want.

;)

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Post by Michael Pendragon
Wrong.
Jon Ingle is *also* Lady Bunny.

Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it.

No one has ever said that Jon Ingle has anything to do with Stinky George.

They are two separate individuals who have never met (to the best of my knowledge) and who have nothing in common... except for the fact that they are both commonly known as "Lady Bunny."

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon
No one has ever said that Jon Ingle has anything to do with

John Ingle /is/ Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Again, Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it, Pendragon.

;)

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon
No one has ever said that Jon Ingle has anything to do with

John Ingle /is/ Lady Bunny.
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs
Again, Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it, Pendragon.

Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster (or DC Comics) created the "General Zod" character which has nothing to do with Stinky George Sulzbach either.

What's you're point?

[General Zod]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Post by Michael Pendragon
Wrong.
Jon Ingle is *also* Lady Bunny.

Jon Ingle created and plays the "Lady Bunny" character, which really has nothing to do with Zod, and you know it.

No one has ever said that Jon Ingle has anything to do with

Correct, it is just another lame insult...……...

[Art for Sale]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon
More people here have called him "Lady Bunny"

Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Exactly......

And searches for that name will go to there.............

[Will Dockery]

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon
More people here have called him "Lady Bunny"

Jon Ingle is Lady Bunny.
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/hJ8FlD8XTCs

Exactly......
And searches for that name will go to there.............

That nails it.

;)

[ME]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Edward Rochester Esq.
Oh, Lady Bunny, I say you're Lady Bunny....

I say you are a senile fuckhead so does that make it so.... by your logic it does, you stupid motherfucker...…...

I second your bunnyhood, your ladyship... so drink!

I, also agree

[Art for Sale]

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Back to the poem, it is an outstanding work.....

[Will Dockery]

Post by Art for Sale

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Back to the poem, it is an outstanding work.....

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

😉

[Art for Sale]

You fellows and your childish name calling says more about you than me.

Ha ha ha.....

[Art for Sale]

Point is I am not Lady B.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Art for Sale
Point is I am not Lady B.

You'll always be Lady Bunny to me.

[ME]

Post by Art for Sale
Point is I am not Lady B.

Don’t worry. Be happy.
You will always be zid to ME.

[G***@none.i2p]

ME[8

wrote on Mon, 09 September 2019 20:05]
Don't worry. Be happy.
You will always be zid to ME.

You will always be a smarmy little troll toad to me....

Ha ha ha....

[Z***@none.i2p]

ME[8

Post by Art for Sale
Point is I am not Lady B.

Don't worry. Be happy.
You will always be zid to ME.

An you will always be my smarmy little toad....

Ha ha ha....

[Art for Sale]

Whatever turns you on then, Pendragon.....

Not that there's anything wrong with that.......

[General Zod]

Close enough "ME".....

[M Pentagram]

Good poem Doc......

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

😉

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

😉

[Michael Pendragon Jr.]

Post by Will Dockery
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
😉

Right on...……….

[General Zod]

On Sunday, September 8, 2019 at 7:51:57 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
.

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good poem Doc...... !

[General Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Another read and it is superb......

[Will Dockery]

Post by General Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Another read and it is superb......

Thanks for reading and commenting, General Zod.

;)

[Z***@none.i2p]

Will Dockery wrote on Mon, 02 December 2019 00:56

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Another read and it is superb......

Thanks for reading and commenting, General Zod.
;)

Not a problem, Doc....!

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.

;)

[ME]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking your drunken monkey for reposting you drivel shit poetry again here?
Or is this just another thread for you to post on novabbs?
None of us want to be on this site. But you’ve signed up aapc without the rest us knowing.
Is that so you’ve got another way of stalking and hacking our emails pissbum?
You’ve already had one of your email addresses banned from the site for excessive spamming and self promotion. Topix shut down after your bullying and self promotion and spamming.
You’re running out of groups aren’t you, pissbum?

[Will Dockery]

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking

That's what I do wen anyone reads a poem of mine and comments on the poem.

Try it for yourself... did you actually read the poem?

[ME]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking

That's what I do wen anyone reads a poem of mine and comments on the poem.
Try it for yourself... did you actually read the poem?

Yep. I read it. Another pathetic attempt to reconcile your abuse and contemptuous behavior of your ex-wife.
And the correct spelling is when.

[Will Dockery]

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking

That's what I do wen anyone reads a poem of mine and comments on the poem.
Try it for yourself... did you actually read the poem?

Yep. I read it. Another pathetic attempt to reconcile your abuse and contemptuous behavior of your ex-wife.
And the correct spelling is when.

My "ex-wife" was not in that poem.

;)

[General Zod]

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking

That's what I do wen anyone reads a poem of mine and comments on the poem.
Try it for yourself... did you actually read the poem?

Yep. I read it

Or someone read it to you....??

Ha ha ha.....

[General Zod]

Post by ME

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Good find, Zod, thanks for posting.
;)

Why are you thanking

That is the way we civilized people operate....!!

[Will Dockery]

Zod, since "Me" seems to be taking the poetry aspect of the group more seriously, perhaps we should let the flame wars cool off and see where the group is moving towards?

;)

[Mr Zodiac]

On Sunday, September 8, 2019 at 7:51:57 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
<

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Another good poem by Doc that uses the Labyrinth........!!

[Mr Zodiac]

Post by Will Dockery
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy
As I wait
I know the cable is fine
it's stretched bright and tight
the inner heat
recognition of your beautiful tattered soul
impossible to describe
or to understand how much repair it might take.
I wasn't there when you needed me
you were not there for me on those nights.
We've crossed a certain edge
I rest my wings
perched on your shoulder
this chilled sunny Thursday
you sleep with your dark lovers in dreams
I am awake and watching for honey.
Who can really know where this might go,
we could make it to the top or go sideways,
but I can never go back now ---
just as you can never really go back.
We've crossed this certain edge
we exist in a new world
different from the separate deserts we've crossed.
I am the dark moth
you appear to be a cloud puppy
I understand you may float away
or take another shape lost to me.
The sun has no burn
in this very long winter
with these smiles
the longer I live
the less I seem to know
I'm learning patience these many days.
Desire draws me to a flickering light
broken hearts strewn across this landscape
silver platters and beer cans to the bottom of the river
we've tossed from this burning bridge.
From the very first night
like a moth to your light
I was drawn right to the source
I float around, all roads lead to you
the sun has no burn but a warm dark light.
We have stories to tell
the paths you took to get to this place where
this place where we have an agenda.
We've crossed the edge to a new country
no reason now to look back
it can be done but what would it mean
it's complicated and not all it seems.
Friends with words
sage advice and dire warnings.
I am the dark moth
obsessed with the warmth of the labyrinth
it's a new dreamtown
things could be lucrative for us,
the coins are heaven scent.
-Will Dockery

Again..... outstanding poetic effort....!