Long Purgatory Poems
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"Tropic of Cancer"
Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines
blind to all
like diamonds
they are invisible
the keys
written and held
Winter stars puzzle the sky
Northward a cold frontier
waits beckoning
Capricorn’s Summer's dream
Escape Hell South
Where Heaven is a blue sky
golden beach purgatory
littered with pristine fingernail shells
Chinaman's Beach
the child grown
no more school bells
days are long and free to roam
Nine inch nails
to be buried in
some other coffin
burned and pushed out to sea
Cancer has been kissed away
alongside Soldier crabs and
prisoners in
Balmoral Beach cells
Wolves breathe hot
on cool paws
smiling wet lips
for thanksgiving
Circle of Magic
drawn in the warm sand
Ocean lapping
King tide kissing bare feet
On the other side
a future waiting, calling
Omen of higher self chairs
voices in the mind debating
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Impasse”, Angel Oslen
https://youtu.be/kWUtALx9i14
Impasse/ Lyrics
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angelolsen/impasse.html
Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k
(4/3/12)
Where do we go from here? When death is very near.
Is there another plateau we must climb
Before we reach the end of the line.
Death is just a resting place - a rest stop if you must !
You will not be afraid if in GOD you put your trust.
Death is my companion - he holds my hand
Death is my companion - he understands.
Known as the angel of death , the grim reaper
Of this temporary life he is the keeper.
In his clutches you’ll be for a short spell
Till they decide if you’re going to heaven or hell.
This is a rest stop where you take a break
Till they decide what is your fate.
So while I am on this plateau
There is no where that I will go.
Where do we go from here?
Your guess is as good as mine
As long as I’m not here until the ends of time.
This must be purgatory that I hear so much about
Maybe this is where we can turn our lives about.
Death ! I know you’re my companion
And we have walked hand in hand
But there is something I think you should understand
There are things on this earth that I must do
And until I finish them , my life on earth is not through.
I put my faith in GOD that he will show me the way
And from that road, I know I will not stray.
PURGATORY
It all started with the fading date
When dusk reluctantly came late
Giving the satisfaction of a wasted day
Deads should rejoice in the grave
Not to have witnessed this home-stay.
Dawn came with sitting and dead staring
Behind the closed gate with no talking
The lizards could see a sad screen
Wondering who created a sorrowful thing.
Dawn rose with lying and deafening silence
A dreaded quiet like calm space
Except for the sound of blaring sirens
In search of a bribery case.
The bed became my kingdom
The pillow my crown
My only citizen, boredom
Who never left me in this town.
Where are we now, I do not know
or how we came to be
a world of agony and pain
to feed the lust of few.
A hundred years of battles fought
with battle fodder slain
has only led to further wars
to glorify God's name.
I wonder if in death at last
when seeking promised land
if peace may fall on us at last
as led to understand?
Alas I fear that all the Gods
that in man's mind reside
will never find Utopia
while standing side by side.
Heaven and Hell and Purgatory
combine to form man’s way
and I suspect it matters not
in death this way will stay.
Like will always Like attract
in Life or Death or dream,
so maybe it is best to choose
the way that you should lean.
If Men and Gods could find a way
to stop inflicting pain
Eternity and Here and Now
would have a lot to gain!
Ivor G Davies
They were accounted for,
officially dead at least,
but the sickening fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was still drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the afterlife.
Eventually, God pronounced.
“Right” he said, “right, okay,
this is a sales glitch really. We’re just not
packaging death attractively enough”.
However the missing dead never returned,
having found their own way
out of all that craziness.
Get out of the rat race maze
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2022
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
Like hell or purgatory
Stuck in grinding thoughts
You're a hamster on a wheel
A rat in a race that's bought
It can be challenging to deal
With the lack of integrity
Humanity at its worst
Psychopaths and evil deeds
Narcissists and egos
Power and greed and games
Sociopaths and divas
All lead to walks of shame
Stop.
Breathe.
Get off the hamster wheel.
Get out of the rat race maze.
Stop.
Listen.
Your inner voice and
Your guides
Your angels and
Guardians
Are there
For you
Now.
The Universe has your back
Your angels and guides are here
They protect and help you walk
Along the best path that's clear
The Universe has a plan
And you are instrumental
You have a special purpose
You have gifts for your ascension
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
You are a miracle
You are a blessing
Do not let yourself get stuck
In a hamster wheel or rat maze obsession
You can thrive
You don't have to lose your soul
You can live your best life
You don't have to give them control
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
But that doesn't have to happen
To you or anyone else
If each of us took a stand
And made the world a brighter place
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
Live your best life
Embrace magic and miracles
Set the world alight
And inspire love and light and joy
© Michelle Morris, 2022
(A lone voice whispers)
With reflection
In this
The midnight hour
I light a white candle
For the one
Who once had me
Under her power
Driven by loves
Powerful desires
For us,
The Almas Perdidas
(Lost Souls)
Maybe like you
The
Left Be-Hinders
Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters
With a broken heart
After love says
Farewell
To then become new drinkers
From Depressions deep well
Praying love returns
With a ring of a lone bell
To see true love
Once more and say
Stay
Please
Don't go away
And melt my heart
Stay
So we are now
No longer
Torn apart
But like all pilgrims seeking God
In their own particular way
We know the bell will never ring
We know our hearts will never heal or sing
So we live
In a living version of Purgatory
Dying with each breath of decay
We take
As we watch and wait for our call
To join others
Now living beyond
Purgatory Great Gates
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Drowning in our incubus sleep,
phantom enemies are devised.
Easy answers for night terrors.
Social purgatory for the stranger,
Our river Styx for the brown ones.
Our fortress must wall them out.
Brown poverty is culpable.
Starving families must be criminals.
Racialism winking and nodding.
Jingoism sneering and taunting.
Everyone knows the words.
ICE round up the suspects.
Our delirious sorcery making police raids.
For us wall builders, it is always midnight.
For us distracted, there is never safety.
We are detainees of our nightmare,
POWs of our wraiths.
The smeared tirades offer glaucoma.
The duplicitous liars supply our slumber.
The scapegoating harangues support our night blindness.
Yet, we always awaken sweating
in our witless twisted sheets.
They were accounted for,
they were officially dead,
but the alarming fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire,
footprints were seen
as if waiting for a cooling wash
in the fountain of everlasting life.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the life after, one not yet imagined
by any dogmatic priesthood.
God was accused of not packaging
the deceased properly.
However the missing were never found
having discovered their own way out
of all that doctrinal,
inconsequential madness.
See thru lace upon your arms
A smile that could break ten men’s hearts
Sitting right in front of me in study hall
Passing me notes from your friend
Knowing damn well I couldn’t pretend
You’re the one I always wanted and that’s the truth
Now here’s the proof….
This has always been so much more
You’re the baggage I’ll carry up to heavens door
You’ll probably be the reason
They won’t let me in
Cause I’m holding on to love and lust
I can’t get my heart to give you up
Love’s like purgatory
When you’re living a lie
But I still try…
I try running from you to clear my mind
If you felt this way you’d understand why
Every passing second is hell to pay
I can’t say I’d ever trade our first glance
But the pain I live today is from missing my chance
Did I really have one
Not sure I want to know
I wish you the best in all that you do
I’m here busy loving and wanting you
I’m sorry for the distance
But there’s no other way
If I never see you again face to face
Know no one else on earth can take your place
These thoughts I had this morning
When I opened my eyes
Live your life…
This has always been so much more
You’re the baggage I’ll carry up to heavens door
You’ll probably be the reason
They won’t let me in
Cause I’m holding on to love and lust
I can’t get my heart to give you up
Love’s like purgatory
When you’re living a lie
This love’s like purgatory….
And I’m living a lie….