Jim 1

late Jim Morrison poem

Jim 1

　

Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard

changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form

some may insist on cursing the very day they were born

Dionysus was intigued with flames that arose by a sleeve

　

Orion can be seen on a clear night within temples of fire

the flame arose though soft and tender too soon to render

theatre in the round where Friedrich Nietzsche taught about philosphical concepts

today as one plays an Ovation its conclaves are draped in magnificence

　

a sudden twist for Nietzsche yet in the end pumps out fear from a friend

tender with a warm sunset loosed to further its innate brevity

got to stay ahead of me in sudden grace sread out upon one's Peyton Place

we make friends then break plans to we give up it all depend

　

U.C.L.A. film school was Jim is everybody in

to the restless heart needing to be tamed by tough love under the covers

the shallow scream of lovers torn up but yet next to one another

breath deep the night is far spent in sight

　

we have created this dream out of ruined pillars lost in conclave's mere twilight

waiting for the next episode an explosion in my mind

the brigade of false minature soldiers in the dirt war battle

Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

　

shape dreams through your hair my pretty child choose the day the night is far spent

cover me with your tender love along ghost highways bleeding

branch out your arms to share a requisite moment in a time well spent in thought

the after glow