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

Author's Note

A old poem written in 1992 with more skill I hope. Any mistakes. Please assist a old Poet.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Coyote,
Old memories and experiences are the threads woven through our lives. We are complex and this is the stepping stone of understanding the plight as well as being able to help those we encounter. Bless you in your great poetry sir! blessings Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the kind words.

[Cass]

This is a really good poem, it is really cool. I love it

[Buniheart]

A lover's tale! Very sad, but in the end, happiness is found in recreated memories!

[Aidz]

As always from the heart

[Mal Keeth]

The poem is great and sad. However the "rose" is used too often in poetry. It is a great metaphor but maybe try a different image.

"I wanted war and travel. She wanted real life and babies" This sounds a little out of touch with the rest of the poem. It feels like the author changes personality.

The last 2 lines were great, I would see if you good take that and feed it in through out. Purgatory is a great feel for this, but there is a lot of movement and not a lot of feeling. I would like to hear more.

The movement I am referring to is the passing of the purple stone, there is imagery with it, but not a whole lot of feeling.

Great and depressing,

Thank you for sharing.

-Mal-

[Norma M Sutton]

Very nice in a sad way.

[Octob3r Star]

A very beautiful writing. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

My heart bleeds as I read this... You have a remarkable way of touching my heart.
I'm reeling in thoughts of your sad memories...Oh how your poetry can overwhelm the reader with raw emotions. You are truly a Poetic Soul that emanates the beauty of expression, heartachingly so...

[Eric Cox]

Excellent piece, I really like your poetic pen upon this true life tale, nicely done.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Love your unique style and story telling nature of writing...
in admiration....