Volume 4

Remember when we had no deadlines, no responsibilities, no self-respect, no goals, and no motivation to execute any of them even if we did?

Back then things were simpler and more confused

If you remember (or forgot) the 80’s, then you’ll appreciate some of this. Or, if you are curious WHAT REALLY  went on in that time, this is not a bad place to start.

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© 2016 Mark Rogers

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Paradise In Purgatory

(Vol. IV)


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The Rock – Of Ages

It was a night just like any other night; a night of good times, a night of bad times, but mostly just a night of times. It was a night to remember, but more over, a night to forget. It was a night of endless ribbing and poking at one another’s blemishes and shortcomings, a night of mundane inebriation and quick fixes, a night of bonding among futile friends and worthy adversaries; in short, another night of explosive mediocrity.

For those who went, The Rock had been a source of nirvana, an escape from everyday troubles, a place to call their own and to hide from the world; regardless of the fact that the world was sometimes less than fifteen-hundred feet away. And, except for the one time, no parents or cops ever came to The Rock and, except for an occasional canoe or kayaker….and Moon, there was never any other signs of humanity at The Rock. It was their safe zone, and would forever be remembered as a peaceful haven in their memories.

Mahdakis stood on the edge of the small cliff, which held the rock and over looked the tail end of the Brandywine River that poured into The Christina, which eventually poured into the Delaware. It was a small river, only several feet deep at its deepest points, and at its widest point, you could throw a Frisbee to someone. But it was peaceful and had a calming effect on him. He stood thinking of the inevitable future, and the nagging past that just wouldn’t leave him alone. At this point he could hear almost every inane conversation going on behind him………………

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Sunlight blinds his eyes; paroled at last.

Don’t follow me, stay in the past.


You will always be a special friend

But this is now and that was then.


You gave me character, you made me wise;

But, I’ve out-grown that deceitful disguise.


Your meaning long expired. I once again, move on.

You only existed to lead me ’till dawn.


Your anger so volatile, your passion so rich,

I lead you to fall into the endless abyss


of nightmarish memories and dreams unfulfilled,

Where wide-eyed restless youth alas, grows to be killed


By the insatiable heart, swollen with emptiness

and festooned with scar;

The heart which catapulted your journey

for that sun above, away so far.


The unreachable sun,

The intangible sun,

The alluring and tempting,

Orgasmic sun;


The sun which now

Burns though my eyes

Visions of aging terror.

I bid you farewell young man,

               ……see you in the mirror.

© 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Rogers

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