Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Old memories get better with time.

                           






















 Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.
Bartender keep them coming.
They love the big tippers.
Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.
Safe place for a man who wants nothing.

I roll the simple purple stone in my hand.
An old souvenir from a old war.
A purple crystal given to me by a kind memory.
Now feeling like a brick.
So heavy with sadness and loss.

I hold the necklace like a rare stone. 
The necklace is pretty worthless in value.
Except to my heart and memory.
I remember when a beautiful red haired girl took the necklace
off my neck. Put it on around her  neck. Promised me forever.
Then wrapped her body around me.
She whispered. "Live with me and be my love."

Blind obsession led me into the splendor of passion and desire.
With trembling steps of emotion and hunger. Walls of fear fell away and
we became one.

Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall.
The rose will rebirth if we are lucky and overcome memories and pain.

The mystery of love is for the few to understand.
Love will die and rise many times in a lifetime.
My blue eyed beauty kissed me. Put my necklace of stone in my hands.
I watched my blue eyes girl walk away.
I wanted war and travel and she wanted real life and babies.

I found a strange peace in the Purgatory Inn.
No-one asked questions. No-body wanted too much.
I have many good memories to keep me safe and protected.

I offered the necklace back to my red haired girl.
She told me to keep the purple crystal. Hold it for her.
For somehow she knew the necklace is the only thing I would hold
precious in the darkness of the tavern and time. 

I have been to hell and back.
Funny the bad memories are erased by the thoughts of a red hair beauty.
Whispering "I love you my wandering soldier."

                                  Coyote
                              1992/2012

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

another really strong write in content...emotionally absorbing...here are some corrections that will smooth it out.

second stanza..."an old souvenir from an old war"
third stanza..."I remember when a beautiful red haired girl took the necklace"
next line..."promised me forever"
stanza six..."I watched my blue eyed girl walk away"

really love the next line...so real life.

next stanza..."No-one asked questions. No-body wanted too much"

next to last line "red haired beauty"

would smooth it out to correct those mistakes...

your content is sublime.

jacob

[De 'Anthony Subban II]

i like you choice

[Valentine]

Much depth and also much sadness in your writing..For me it hurts to read it as so many of us do have there minds locked in past events and cannot move on into the future..You have depth to your writing..Kathie

[James William Dyer]

I like how personal your poems are, some people almost distance themselves from their poems, you don't.. This reminded me of the "Hotel California Concept" a little bit. The opening line was well-thought out too

[Violet Dreams...]

This is a intense write.There are many beautiful lines I dont know which to state.

[Tate Morgan]

memories and love hold us like a vice giving life meaning and our dreams reality

[mandy]

i liked the lines..Love is like a rose. It will rise then fall....and...Love will die and rise many times in a lifetime....that speaks the truth.

[Corset]

I love the nostalgic feel to this, honoring a girl who once loved you with the good memories and not the bad ones, is the best way to do that when paths take you into different directions.

[The Analog Kid]

"Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall.
The rose will rebirth if we are lucky and overcome memories and pain."

Very poignant words, my friend.

[Cole Hayley]

I roll the simple purple stone in my hand.
A old souvenir from a old war.
A purple crystal given to me by a kind memory.
Now feeling like a brick.
So heavy with sadness and loss.


A extremely strong write my friend. Superb. It speaks in such sadness and dispair.