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.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Not bad. Quite the somber piece.

[Solomon]

hmmm.. Hotel California?

Wow this is good. The picture I imagined while I was reading this was so vivid. I love how deep your emotions are!

[Helena]

Ahhhh, so beautiful Coyote and so unforgettable, because I have read this before. Wonderful write, thanks for sharing it again. ~ Helena ~

[外人 (Gaiji..]

very good ! Couldn't relate to it at the beginning (though i could see anyway some pathos). What i liked the most was the fact you mixed LOVE (something we all know, we all can relate to) with YOUR LOVE. You talked both about love in general and your red hair lover :) Any mistakes? Well, i only speak english as a foreign language so i may be wrong but: Doesn't "A" become "AN" when followed by a word that begins with a vowel (ex. An old souvenir)? Isn't "no one" a singular third person? So isn't "no one asks" instead of "no one ask"?
Great piece =D
PS: I've just quoted you on facebook ("Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall") ;)

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

This is a very beautiful, heartfelt poem. I felt the deep emotions and bitter sentiments. Thank you for sharing. I really enjoyed reading this.

[Tina Kline]

This is a really wonderful poem. Very human. We all, I think, can relate to the sadness and regrets in this poem. If we live long enough, we all end up with plenty of them. Great job on this.

[MusicLover]

I really like this. Your poetry is amazing and moving. You should try to get published. I am debating on sending some of my stuff to a publisher.

[Star Wolf]

Very beautiful yet very sad. It seems that good memories over time out weight the bad memories. There must be a reason for this. This is outstanding, very emotional too.

[Cathy Wattam]

There are quite a few errors here, however, I'm going to ignore them just this once because I really like the sentiments in this poem. It feels sad but with a hint of hope. Every black hole has a glint of light if you're brave enough to search for it. The road is often dark, lonely and painful, but if you can make it through, you can emerge the other side in a glory of light. You write from the heart and old poem or not, you write very nicely. Keep them coming......