This is my purgatory

My Purgatory
Pennants for something

I should have done

Karma paying it forward

For something I may never do

My purgatory 

An ice wilderness 

Snowy wasteland 

One thousand miles from no where

God sends tests

Every one of which 

I was not ready for

Some I didn't recognize 

Some I simple ignored 

God has patience 

So sends one more

You sit with contrite honesty

Gravity pulling me to the floor

Down is up 

Up is down

This is my purgatory 

Tumbling reality 

Without guide wires or mats 

Mixing metaphors 

Truth is what we wish it to be

Time is a human quality 

The narcissism of humanity 

Ships bells at sea

Sound that sees in the fog 

This is my purgatory 

Wrapped in yesterday

Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Time so Antagonistic
Finite Forever
Looking different in daylight
Standing still without reason
Moving without propose
Unrecognizable in front of you
mirrors reflected image
Wondering unconsciously
Bear foot on broken glass
Where broken angels go
Distorted and twisted
Conundrum in pain  
Can you hear their sorrow
Eerie menagerie
Agony symphony
Cellos in harmony
Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Forever oxymoron

lunatic exchange

Turnstile

Artificial thrill

Exchangeable people

Lust confused with real

So easily replaced

Water so hot

Can’t wash the dirt off

Quickly replaced

For someone used

Broken down artificial thrill

Lunatic fake

One second to midnight

Finding one
Distractions to pass time
The never was
replacement to be measured against
The always will be
Let go of history
Learn what's inside
And what's out there
Avoid filling empty
Forgive trusting hope
Let go of yesterday

Finding one
In the multiples of maybes
Avoiding all the wannabes
Deleted memories
Bored indifference
Said so well
removed anyway
A distraction yesterday
Use and discard
Replace so easily
Then there is that one
The one that won't let go
Time can't heal
Like that photo from a hundred years ago
Burned in and scared over
subconsciously comparable  
Mocking reality
Die a little everyday
Getting closer to the end
Swirling in their malice
Locked in time
Hope can be pessimistic
One second to midnight

flock of honesty

Crows

Black eyes stare

Black beaks tear at the flesh

A meal in death

Sinister flock of honesty

Reaping that which is given

Penance for the living

Wings the color of the night

The sound of their call

So final

A cackle

The flesh rips

Leaving the bone red

Black eyes stare

Your living yet

The cackle seems to say

A promise some how

Black eyes stare

Bleakness and honesty

never a tear drop

Reaping the harvest

A distraction between memories

Wings spread wide

before taking flight

Rattlesnakes and Vanity

Footsteps on my soul

Rattlesnakes in my pocket

I am not that vain

When I see reflections

I see all those mistakes

She talks to angels

Even though she doesn’t have wings yet

Tiny slip of his hair

Tucked into that little silver locket

Hemorrhaging heart

More with every pump

Feeling the pain

Hidden behind that smile

I am not that vain

Like that song from so long ago

Remember from so long ago

Not yesterday old but years ago

Rattle snakes and vanity

Walking down empty hallways

Reflections in the shadows

Voices in the past

She talks to angels

Even the wings are years away

The locket empty

Laying in the shadows along the hallway

sounds of the moon

The sound of the moon is beautiful

Remember that time we danced

In the bed of that pickup truck

Moon light and fireflies the only light

Shadows setting the mood

Twinkling little stars in the darkness

Gone in a heart beat

A memory frozen in summer time

So vivid it could be yesterday

Two stepping under the moon

In the glow of fireflies

Country music lingers on air

Smelling like summer

A memory that brings warmth

Frozen in yesterday

The wind is cold now

Windows crystal snowflakes

Snow and howling wind

Memories the only warmth

In this cabin at the edge of the world

Fire burns in the hearth

Crackling and cooking an Irish stew

A moonlight sonata floats in the air

Dried Paint

The paint swirls
Colors mixing 
Only stopping 
when it's just right
Layer on layer 
Slowly an image appears 
A memory from so long ago
Words swirl in the mist
Having meaning only when they want too
I miss you more today
More then yesterday 
The image so guttural 
With an intense stare
Looking clean through your soul
The paint gets thicker
And some how smoother
With the passage of time
I miss you more yesterday 
Then the day before
Paint has dried 
An image telling a story
Whispering through the years 
A memory you can't take away
Hanging on a wall
The damage so evident 

Authenticating

Authenticating what is

Recognizing love to make sure it is real

Hidden between no doubt and what ever

Alternate fiction just a drama being play out

Emblematic representation of perfection

Just a straightforward girl who meets an undemanding boy

A simple relationship tossed in complicated

Recreating reality with a flashmob

The blow back beating the drum

Sounding like screams in the rain

It is fun but it hurts

Authenticating the love

Confirming that it is genuine

Making it feel valid

Before the mob can change the real

Giving Juliet a make over

Faking the appeal

Sliding real between no doubt and what ever

Sophisticated manifestation  imaginary fiction