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Jim morrisons Poetry

"..But Morrison’s gift for rich imagery was, to the masses, overshadowed by his controversial lifestyle involving illicit drugs. Which is ironic, considering he was driven to them, in part, as a result of the intense celebrity spotlight his bohemian mind couldn’t handle. Morrison’s life is a tragic cautionary tale and it produced a legacy of both melodies and verse..

..Sure, we all love a bit of Baudelaire, but Morrison was a mystical prophet and literary hero whose work deserves to be commended.

www.gq-magazine.co.uk

Six Jim Morrison poems that affirmed his literary genius

These are bound to alter your perceptions of reality.
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Bahahaha. I found this randomly last night

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Bob Dylan, a great poet? A great delusion more like it

Some of my favourite songs are Dylan songs. But Dylan overvaluation syndrome has afflicted the world for too long.
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Nico, the German model, dated both Bob Dylan (who won the Nobel Prize in Literature) and Jim Morrison. They asked her who she thought was better poetically and she said Jim 🤗


 






Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby, back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and
Tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it (we want the world and we want it!)
Now
Now?
Now!
 
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What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking go you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything




People need Connectors
Writers, heroes, stars, leaders
To give life form.
A child's sand boat facing the sun.
Plastic soldiers in the miniature dirt war. Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships

Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal needs & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the
safety magic of childhood.



Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in sunmer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.

Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts
of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast




An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall




SIRENS

Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass

Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you when
no one ever could
 
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I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings & rings. It's no fun
To feel like a fool--when your
baby's gone. A new ax to my head:
Possession. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I've done nothing w/ time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
w/Revolution. When out there the
World awaits & abounds w/ heavy gangs
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
from windows as if to say: I'm bold--
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
at the glass sliding door (why can't I
be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
revs & races against the grain--dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down--& begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?
 



[Black Polished Chrome]

The music was new
Black polished chrome
And came over the Summer
Like liquid night
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
And play for seven days

They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
And played records
And when he left in the hot noon Sun
And walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
And smiling coolly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car


[Latino Chrome]

My gang will get you

Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
The shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass?
C'mon. I show you good time
This place has everything. C'mon
I show you

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For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready


 



Awake
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, and choose the sign of your day,
The day's divinity, first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose, they croon, the ancient ones, the time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the Moon, beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream, come with us.
Everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarm of wisdom's restraints.
The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest
Can dance and save us from the divine mockery of words.
Music inflames temperament.

Oh, great creator of being
Grant us one more hour
to perform our art and perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderer has been allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians arise in the land.
Where are the feasts we were promised?


After a few seconds in the end of the recording Jim says:

"Thank you oh lord for the white blind light
Thank you oh lord for the white blind light
a city will rise from the sea
I had a splitting headache
from which the futures made"
 
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