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.

[I'm Just me:)]

nice!!:)

[Barbara Walker]

Your poem expresses what this talisman is in your life, a piece of the past to hold on to, in the darkness of the tavern and in those times that the darkness envelopes you. Great imagery and metaphor there. I have to disagree that you wanted war and travel, she wanted real life and babies. You both wanted real lives, they were completely opposite, though. Death and birth are both very real.
You are such a good writer and if people just read through your poems quickly, they are cheating themselves from deep emotion and a contemplative mind.
I love the name of this bar, very appropo! Safe place for a man who wants nothing, Great line. Great poem, Coyote!

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Now..this is an amzin write.....the expression and imagery both were awesome, and especially the last line.."Funny the bad memories are erased by the thoughts of a red hair beauty.
Whispering I love you my wandering soldier."....---wonderful!!.............:-)

[patricia]

you captured all this so well. a mature wise and tender write. enjoyed.

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

oHHHH.........It was really great, how you described the resurgence of love in a blemish heart , inside a closed arena, that moments of high and low can only be judged when we come out of it................ This poem is outstanding, really nice and lovely :-)

[khalid]

i dont think i can add so much to what others have said. it is normal that anyone reads such a great poem will talk about how much it is great, having nice images, nice word picking, that is the symbol of all your writings man! all your poems have those features, no need to repeat them because simply they are your writing twin. i just want to comment on the deep sadness you are feeling behind each poem you write and in this poem it is clear. man, life doesnt deserve a minute of sadness, all to nothing. thank you for all your sharings and supporting efforts. thanks for sharing

[Thea]

"Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall.
The rose will rebirth if we are lucky and overcome memories and pain."
Those lines are just beautiful!
This is such an interesting piece, Coyote...I enjoyed every inch of the story in this poem...Full of love and passion...Excellent work!
Thank you for sharing!
:)))

[Enigma]

Insightful and heart-felt poem. Well penned.

[Mark]

Wow, haunting and wonderful. Purgatory Inn such a great image. I see you used 'blue eyes' rather than blue eyed a couple times, I assume that was intentional?

Anyway, truly enjoyed reading this one my friend.

[Moriarty]

WOW....this is one piece that brings the tears brimming...very well written...love the story and the emotions....