Purgatory

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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.

 

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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.

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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. 


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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

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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

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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~


 

 

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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