It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
But it's a lonesome
end of that story
that pushes me tonight.
Peacefull and so quiet
she lies with
the Fisher King tonight.
Not a sound to hear
she the sleet glistening bright.
She has many options
and knows full well that I am one,
she knows I can tie her loose ends
weave them until they come.
It's a lonesome night
on this road
not a word is spoke
my heart implodes.
It's a bright veiw
in this chair
the taste of her lips on mine
the smell of her hair.
When I think about it
I'm a man and I do not cry.
And I piece together
all the wrong moves
I know all the reasons why.
But I remember the chemistry
that put us in her bed.
How I once again was happy
and I knew love was not dead.
If it takes some time
by God I've got it
and the useless rhyme
she knows I've got it.
And the flowers bloom
for you alone.
Won't you roll away
a heart of stone?
I know you needed time
on your own
but I was there with you
I was never gone.
As I am there with you
as you sleep.
I walk your dreams tonight
and it still is sweet.
Think I'll light this bowl
get in touch with
the subtle pain.
Go deep inside my head
to a time I'll never see again.
When the Summer burn was on us
and we made love that sweet night.
I tossed the catfish aside
I think it was love
painted white.
Went out walking
through the woods yesterday.
The thickets that surround
the railroad tracks.
Thought of the conversation
we had yesterday,
about water and doom and children.
Went out walking
down the road last night
after I'd waved you off from
our sweet meeting.
The cars were roaring
and the lights were
soft and strange
and I thought about compression,
how our time together seems
thousands of years ago.
And maybe we were together
in some other lifetime,
when animals buzzed and birds clarked.
The air was sweet with
the smell of your breath
and nothing was ever really dark.
Yes you loved me before
the Night of The Gimp.
You showed me things
no man had ever seen before.
Your love was sweet
and your eyes were ablaze,
and nothing was hidden
behind your door.
Bonnie Bender is a
sweetly kinda girl,
her eyes are bright hazel
and her hair is brown grey curls.
She showed me truly
that love is not a myth.
She showed me everything
with just one gentle kiss.
She got a heart that's curious
and there's so much
for her to learn.
Whatever option
just keep me on the list,
The Winter will be a long one
and my heat you should not miss.
I will wrap my arms if you want them
and my blanket is for you.
I stand here waiting
and you know these words are true.
Now I wander the a crispy kind of mist
Whatever option
just keep me on your list.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
-Will Dockery 12-5-02 (for Ellen Horn) (c)2002
Old fashioned house,
pointed door knobs.
Like an old lady's house,
without the old lady.
Comfy bed,
window beside the bed.
A chest...
like a pirate's chest.
Pointed door knob on the door,
with the girl's hand on it.
Not happy but relieved,
hair back to brown.
Inside the door,
another little corner.
She is sitting on a bench,
this becomes a Shepard's chapel.
Not happy but relieved,
hair back to brown.
Smoke on thre water,
a hex for the father.
-Will Dockery (c)2002
opb...@yahoo.com (Will Dockery) wrote in message news:<a19e9c02.02121...@posting.google.com>...
Ugh. I wish the events had been boring for me. Pretty nerve wracking
and sad from this quarter.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
>
> "Will Dockery" <opb...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
> news:a19e9c02.02121...@posting.google.com...
David,
You're probably absolutely right... but fuck it, I never was much of a
good listener for advice like this. I gotta do what I gotta do. I
already know rec.folk is a very inhospitable place... but i always did
love a challenge. Maybe it's crap, maybe not... but I've got to get it
out there, and can take criticism, have been for a long time. If
somebody out there sees it and relates to it... one person in
rec.folk... then it would have been worth the thousand flames.
Thanks, though, and I sure wish I had the guts to just shut up and go
away. But I'm a coward, so I have to keep writing against the
darkness.
Will Dockery.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
> http://www3.sympatico.ca/david.rintoul
> "In prosperity, our friends know us. In adversity, we know our friends."
> J. Churton Collins
> "Will Dockery" <opb...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
> news:a19e9c02.02121...@posting.google.com...
> > "Parse Tree" <pars...@hotmale.com> wrote in message
> news:<3zRK9.6977$Ex6.1...@news20.bellglobal.com>...
> > > BORING!
> >
> > It was anything but boring when it was happening. It was actually
> > begun as a note in the rain at 3am... the rain turned to sleet and the
> > paper began to melt. So I went home and typed it right into Usenet via
> > Google. It really is boring to you? I suppose it had to be one of
> > those things where you had to be there. Or something.
One of the things that sickens me most about the new breed of racist
is the "revisionism" ie: Blacks were better off as slaves, 6 million
Jews did not die, the Indians just walked over the Bering Stait and
this land wasn't "really" theirs anyhow... and on and on. Now I know
most of us are too young to have owned slaves, heard that one till I
wanna Varment, I know none of us pulled the switches at Auswitch, or
there when Belsen was a gas, and probably none of us participated in
the slaughter and rape of the mighty Creek Nation. Just as I wasn't
there when my descendants were being smacked down by the Brits (Go
BraveHeart! Show 'em Rob Roy! @;-} ) but there seems little doubt
these things happened. Hating a race you don't even know is one
thing, but denying the pain they've suffered seems to take it to a
dark Karmic level. We had 911... what about when the OTHER shoe
drops? Just thoughts... anyone have an opinion???
To hell with the Irish. If they miss the place so god damn much why
don't they just go the hell back and shut up.
I've been writing a song for the past ten years called "To Hell With
The Irish." I'm going to go to South Boston and sing it on St.
Patrick's Day next time I want to get beaten to death by bog apes.
Tumulty
Aha! So maybe I should have read this post first? LoL, but you might
have realized that I find these old Dockery rhyme endearing. It's been
a part of our family childhood tradition from way back in the mists of
the past...
Will
ps: Your prayers have been answered, for a bit... the last day or so
I've stopped writing things down, so when the next one comes, it'll be
another big blast like "Shadowville Rain"...
Do you mean to say there are more like you?
Phil? Gill? Jill? Lil?
> ps: Your prayers have been answered, for a bit... the last day or so
> I've stopped writing things down, so when the next one comes, it'll be
> another big blast like "Shadowville Rain"...
Just think, if you stopped writing things down for a year, when
you started again, you could finish a book in no time. Why not?
T.
NAZI!
Ok, this thread is officially dead.
Jack Dingler
Blackout wrote:
>"nenslo" <nen...@yahooX.com> wrote in message
>news:3DFEA7D3...@yahooX.com...
>
>
>Wow! That degenerated rapidly.
>
>NAZI!
>
>Ok, this thread is officially dead.
>
>Jack Dingler
>
GODWIN WAS A NAZI!
--
Joe Cosby
http://joecosby.home.mindspring.com
Doctor: Who told you you are Napoleon Bonaparte?
Patient: God did.
Voice from next cell: I DID NOT!
There was Jill Mockery for a while... she ran off with Truman Bentley.
She ran off with Truman /in/ a Bentley.
(She got the Bentley.)
[That would be a "pome." Rhymes, even.]
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A computer without language
is an expensive rock.
http://scrawlmark.net
Yes, kinda like that one:
"Michael Smith" <michaeljatoptushome.com.au> wrote in message news:<3e01ec18$0$2306$afc3...@news.optusnet.com.au>...
> [Trimmed some X-posting]
>
> Easy does it, guys.
>
> William is having a go. If you don't like his work, how about something
> constructive. We all had to start somewhere. If that doesn't work for
> you, put him in your killfile. Life is too short to spend being mean.
> :-)
>
> --
> Michael J Smith
> michaeljatoptushome.com.au
>
> "Tumulty" <Tum...@aol.com> wrote in message
> news:256b6c99.02121...@posting.google.com...
Say, why don't you adopt the little bugger and take him on an extended holiday.
Without his computer.
T.
I'm not up for adopiton, but could certainly be up for a vacation,
with or without computer access. Usually I'm able to find a local
library to work from...