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.

[Rene Velez]

excellent work Coyote

[Becky C Strukamp]

Old or not..good poems live on and on..i love these lines from this poem..they are precious...

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.

very nice!

[Angelic Surrender]

My favorite line is "Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall."
I've seen this happen with my own two eyes and it's what I fear the most when entering my new relationship with my bf. I love him so much, and I never want our love to fall. But with it happening to everyone else, it seems inevitable. However, I try not to think about that to much, and just try to be the best for him. If it can't be forever, I atleast want it to be a very long time. This is a wonderful poem. Inspired me to think. Your poems always do that to me. Great work.

[Revolutionary]

So sad how women and virtue are also a casualty of war.I wonder if the women lost to soldiers hearts will all gather in heaven for grievance

[pinpen]

Beauiful write, so sincere. Such deep emotions ran across my heart.

[Junger]

Like the "I have been to hell and back" and the mystery that shows the passion that shows the actuality and i like the theme its very intense but smoothing at the same time

[NamelessBeast.]

This is absolutely beautiful. I don't think I can add anything to what was already said here. I love it.

[Ed Hart]

your heart sure knows how to draw a crowd

Some doors open and close in life for reasons. A lot of the time those reasons become unknown but sometimes we figure them out. I have been shown new doors that became open and then where suddenly closed. Sometimes we have to have the realization for the sudden closings of those doors to move on with something. Then there are those times that we open the door again just to get a peek inside one last time. I had a choice to stay in law enforcement but I chose a new door and making my way around in the room. You have a really nice write here I think you should keep it as is and dont change a thing on it.

[?]

I'll have a Long Island Tea too...my favorite drink
Great Imagery in this...brings a few tears even..
Very well written love story and with such emotion