Purgatory Quotes

“Waves of emotion Rip and fray Unbridled current Every day Crushing your heart Then drifting away Waves of emotion Unafraid   Waves of forgiveness Where loneliness bleeds Cleanse your wounds As you rest on the beach Ships in the distance A hint of perfume Waves of forgiveness Will be back soon   Waves of wonder Welcome the night Washing in Beyond the lights Traces of footprints A sip of red wine Waves of wonder You know the kind   Waves of love Will search for you They roll like thunder And carry the truth Offering hope In the nick of time Waves of love Are your lifeline”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Torn….tattered Like last night’s clothes Her legs were magnetic In fishnet hose We met at the bar Then fucked on the beach Her English was broken My Spanish is weak   Hotel balcony Sky filled with stars Dancing barefoot While smoking cigars Perfume…pillows Tequila and lace Twisted together Erotic embrace TWELVE”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“She held Aces and Queens Her smile was a fire From the silver screen Mysteriously beautiful An intricate design I wanted her back When she wasn’t mine ”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Sixteen after Midnight She just made it home Poured some Johnnie Walker Another goodnight…alone   Freddie King is spinnin’ As a cinnamon candle burns It’s Sixteen after Midnight When her hurt starts to churn   Sixteen after Midnight Three dead cigarettes New dress on the floor Her panties are soakin’ wet   The proof is sometimes stronger Than she’s able to tolerate It’s Sixteen after Midnight A perfect time to oscillate   Sixteen after Midnight On the cold bathroom floor Beautiful blue linoleum Her feet against the door   Head against stained porcelain Water drips from a busted sink It’s Sixteen after Midnight And she is on the brink      ”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Silence sleeps…in talking heads Filled”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“A silver and turquoise choker Hides the scar across her neck Where two lost boys from Lubbock Made her soul dance with death Nobody ever found them Legend says… they’re buried deep Down in West Texas… Where a secret always keeps   REPEAT”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“JOSHUA TREE   Reserve your judgment And drop the stones What our media spews Is so overblown Flesh of a man Stitched together with pain The way they crucify him Is a goddamned shame   Fading the work To erode his art For the sake of the game With a wicked heart It's an ancient story And a modern day curse Defaming the dead When they think it works   Convinced ya know What the root cause was In this complicated life Hell..no one does Screaming in the mirror With your head in the sand Don't pretend for a minute You understand   Dream your dreams And chase old ghosts Stand for the things You love the most Defend the truth As you know it to be And share your words With the Joshua tree”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Fall then crawl Repent and rejoice Hymns again Same sad voice Too much booze Not enough faith More excuses Damned heartache     REPEAT”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Our Eldest Son The first of two Is a disappointment To tell the truth His ways are foreign And wit too keen Words are sharp His spirit mean   Our Eldest Son Has a hustler’s edge He loves to argue And use his head A bestselling poet Emotionally scarred Our Eldest Son Is a wildcard   Our Eldest Son Blames his Dad For everything He never had Blended evil A toxic concoction Our Eldest Son Speaks up too often     Our Eldest Son Lives in the city He prefers the rain And loathes self-pity Verbally battered With Catholic guilt Our eldest son Was born to tilt   Our Eldest Son Now forty-three Has far outlived His expectancy An impulsive nature And troubled mind Our eldest son Is a different kind    ”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Standin’ at the crossroads With an eagle and a crow Eagle says do what's right Crow says take it slow   An autumn breeze…through old oak trees As Johnson sings the blues Standin at the crossroads With little left to lose   Scars”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“DYIN’ POET Writing a novel I’ll never sell A dyin’ poet On the outskirts of Hell Words come easy What do they mean Very damned little Or so it would seem   Addicted to verse Riddled with rhyme A dyin’ poet With the luxury of time Influenced by many Country and rural Neglectfully noticed By fraudulent fools   Big city swagger Degrees on the wall Pseudo-intellectuals Come one…come all Sheep fucking sheep Beware of the wolves A dyin’ poet Among the Bulls   Raw and wicked Unmercifully real A dyin’ poet With balls of steel Weathered from whiskey Purposefully planned A breathing enigma With the softest hands”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“The smell of homemade apple pie A cinnamon moonshine kiss Fresh”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory

“Beware of the hound He’s never been tamed Like cursive writing With a long last name Always hungry Scratchin’ at fleas Beware of the dog Wont’cha please   Beware of the cat He’s a little neurotic Like a moonshine high On antibiotics Always climbing In an old oak tree Beware of the cat Wont’cha please   Beware of the snake He’s a little greasy Like Delta Blues Or the Ole Big Easy Always crawlin’ Ain’t got no knees Beware of the snake Wont’cha please   Beware of the rabbit He’s always listenin’ Like a nosey neighbor Or a normal Christian Always eager Ill at ease Beware of the rabbit Wont’cha please   Beware of the man Born too rich Like the Bubonic plague He’s a son of a bitch Always selling Filled with greed Beware of the man Wont’cha please    ”
― K.W. Peery, Purgatory