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Purgatory
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Straight Write Now
I always have something
When I want to write
But not right now
Unless I write off
The top of my head
To go dark on what
Has been said .
But that is not me
For I need to dream.
Have them come true
So as I can believe
What has always been.
Is yet ---- yet to be.
When good is good
It is like a dream
But why do I dream it
Down ?
Draining like that battery
Going beep beep beep
I hate it like hell
When I can't sleep.
The torturer makes me
Live in between
( purgatory )
Heaven and Hell
Don't want me
Unless they really do.
Destined to live
In between
I guess it's better than dying.
I have admitted
And it is true.
I am forgetful at times.
And somethings I have tryed to forget.
( some of it does have to do with playin' ball
And everything else) but i digress.
I just happened to look at this poem
( picked it out of the others )
To see what I wrote and I have to admit
I still like it.
Thank you again 9Janx
You are well read I would think.
My knowledge comes from life
As a liver and observer.
I wish I would of / could of / dont say should of
Yes, that to. Read more.
But it is all to much.
I guess I will just have to write about now
When I write
Without all the extra influences.
KS
Just remembered/ Micheal Lewis is an
Excellent writer. Haven't read but I know.
And Ted Koppels new book.
Just to keep in the know
Of what is really going on.
I think this poem offers a
I think this poem offers a key to a reading of the Second Canticle of Dante's Divine Comedy, the "Purgatorio." I have suggested elsewhere that Purgatory is a metaphor of the earthly existence of Christians---an uphill pilgrimage toward God during which we are purged of our various difficulties and foibles. As a devout Baptist, I have often disliked preachers (many in my own denomination) who dismiss this earthly existence as worthless while lifting their eyes devoutly heavenward. But this life, this purgatory, as your poem demonstrates in its last stanza, is better than dying until we are ready. At that time, and escorted by angels, we take our leave.
I really enjoy the casual conversational tone of your poem, and of the other I read just a few moments ago.
Starward
Thank you 9Janxciv
I was looking back and seen your reply.
I come to conclusions on my own
By living and learning
And observing.
The final decision is your own.
I do find a mix can be adaptable
And adoptable.
There is room for growth
But the next thing you know
I might start talking about Wool
And my wool is pretty tough.
Best wishes
KS
My follow up is
I have good dreams and bad dreams.
I have a limited amount of control.
I much prefer the good dreams better as I talk like a double talker in a third world country where I would hope my tormenter can not find me.
KS
Insomnia
caught between semi-death (sleep) and heaven (wake status) hmmmm..... I just close my eyes and sleep happens. Dreams? I had em, jus can't remember 'em :D ~a~
I can't remember
What you said or what I said
In the PM's ( i will have to look )
But I feel like I am in purgatory.
My life is like purgatory.
Take it from there.
I hate to explain.
KS