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    James Douglas Morrison: Poems

    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 in a cool jewelled moon
    Couples naked race down by its quiet side
    And we laughed like soft, mad children
    Smug in the wooly 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.


    Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
    Do you know we exist?
    Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
    Have you been borne yet & are you alive?

    Lets reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
    Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
    [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?]


    [Jim Morrison, 1970]
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    Post Re: An American Prayer[Extract]

    HAIL the "Lords and the New Creatures"! I once drank a bottle of Bourbon at Jim's grave in the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery.

    Constantin

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    Post James Douglas Morrison: Poems

    Quote Originally Posted by ogenoct
    HAIL the "Lords and the New Creatures"! I once drank a bottle of Bourbon at Jim's grave in the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery.

    Constantin
    Hail friend!

    One day I must visit that sacred place.

    "They are waiting to take us into the severed garden."

    "They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
    Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
    comes death on a strange hour
    unannounced, unplanned for
    like a scaring over-friendly guest you`ve brought to bed
    Death makes angels of us all
    & gives us wings
    where we had shoulders
    smooth as raven`s
    claws

    No more money, no more fancy dress
    This other kingdom seems by far the best
    until its other jaw reveals incest
    & loose obedience to a vegetable law

    I will not go
    Prefer a Feast of Friends
    to the Giant Family"


    Out here in the pariemeter there are no stars. Out here we are stoned, immaculate.

    The Wolf,
    who lives under the rock
    has invited me
    to drink of his cool
    Water.
    Not to splash or bathe
    But leave the sun
    & know the dead desert night
    & the cold men
    who play there.


    You must confront
    your life
    which is sneaking up
    on you
    like a rapt coiled serpent
    snail-slime
    you must confront
    the inevitable eventually
    Bloody Bones has got you!


    The Crossroads
    a place where ghosts
    reside to whisper into
    the ear of travellers &
    interest them in their fate

    Hitchiker drinks:
    "I will call again on the dark
    hidden gods of the blood"

    -Why do you call us?
    You know our price. It
    never changes. Death of
    you will give you life
    & free you from a vile
    fate. But it is getting late.

    -If I could see you again
    & talk with you, and walk a
    short while in your company,
    & drink the heady brew
    of your conversations,
    I thought

    -to rescue a soul already
    ruined. To achieve respite.
    To plunder green gold
    on a pirate raid & bring
    to camp the glory of old.




    Those who Race toward Death
    Those who wait
    Those who worry





    Tell them you came & saw & looked into my eyes, & saw the shadow
    of the guard receding
    Thoughts in time and out of season
    The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
    & levelled his thumb in the
    cool calculus of reason
    [a car passes]



    The Endless quest a vigil
    of watchtowers and fortresses
    against the sea and time.
    Have they won? Perhaps.
    They still stand and in
    their silent rooms still wander
    the souls of the dead,
    who keep their watch on the living.
    Soon enough we shall join them.
    Soon enough we shall walk
    the walls of time. We shall
    miss nothing
    except each other.



    If only I could feel the sound of the sparrows
    & feel childhood pulling me back again

    If only I could feel me pulling back again
    & feel embraced by reality again

    I would die
    Gladly die



    I tell you this;
    no eternal reward will
    forgive us now for
    wasting the dawn

    One morning you awoke
    & the strange sun
    & opening your door...





    To make oneself invisible or small.
    To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things.
    To change the course of nature.
    To place oneself anywhere in space and time.
    To summon the dead.
    To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images,
    of events on other worlds,in one`s deepest inner mind,
    or in the minds of others.





    I can make the earth stop in its tracks.
    I made the blue cars go away.

    I can make myself invisible or small.
    I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things.
    I can change the course of nature.
    I can place myself anywhere in space or time.
    I can summon the dead.
    I can perceive events on other worlds,
    in my deepest inner mind,
    & in the minds of others.

    I can

    I am




    Event in a room
    event in space
    a circle
    Magic rite
    To call up the godhead
    spirits, demons
    The shaman calls:
    "When radio dark night..."
    We are eating each other.




    The Endless quest a vigil
    of watchtowers and fortresses
    against the sea and time.
    Have they won? Perhaps.
    They still stand and in
    their silent rooms still wander
    the souls of the dead,
    who keep their watch on the living.
    Soon enough we shall join them.
    Soon enough we shall walk
    the halls of time. We shall
    miss nothing
    except each other.


    Accomplishments:

    To make works in the face of the void
    To gain form,identity
    To rise from the herd-crowd

    Public favour
    public fervour

    even the bitter Poet-Madman is a clown
    Treading the boards




    Whiskey, Mystics And Men

    Well, I’ll tell you a story
    of whiskey and mystics and men,
    And about the believers and
    how the whole thing began.
    First there were women and
    children obeying the moon,
    Then daylight brought wisdom
    and fever and sickness too soon.
    You can try to remind me
    instead of the other, you can.
    You can help to insure
    that we all insecure our command.
    If you don’t give a listen,
    I won’t try to tell your new hand.
    This is it; can’t you see
    that we all have our ends in the band.

    And if all of the teachers and
    preachers of wealth were arraigned,
    We could see quite a future
    for me in the literal sands.
    And if all the people
    could claime to inspect such regrets,
    well, we’d have no forgiveness,
    forgetfullness, faithful remorse.
    So I tell you, I tell you,
    I tell you we must send away.
    We must try to find a
    new answer instead of a way
    [James Douglas Morrison,1943-1971]

    The Celebration of the Lizard

    Lions in the street and roaming
    Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
    A beast caged in the heart of a city
    The body of his mother
    Rotting in the summer ground
    He fled the town

    He went down South and crossed the border
    Left the chaos and disorder
    Back there over his shoulder

    One morning he awoke in a green hotel
    With a strange creature groaning beside him
    Sweat oozed from its shiny skin

    Is everybody in?


    The ceremony is about to begin
    Wake up!

    You can't remember where it was
    Had this dream stopped?
    The snake was pale gold
    Glazed and shrunken
    We were afraid to touch it
    The sheets were hot dead prisons

    Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
    Look!
    I can't live thru each slow century of her moving
    I let my cheek slide down
    The cool smooth tile
    Feel the good cold stinging blood
    The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .

    Once I had, a little game
    I liked to crawl back into my brain
    I think you know the game I mean
    I mean the game called 'go insane'
    Now you should try this little game
    Just close your eyes forget your name
    Forget the world forget the people
    And we'll erect a different steeple
    This little game is fun to do
    Just close your eyes no way to lose
    And I'm right there I'm going too
    Release control we're breaking thru

    Way back deep into the brain
    Back where there's never any pain
    And the rain falls gently on the town
    And in the labyrinth of streams
    Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
    Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
    Reptiles abounding
    Fossils, caves, cool air heights

    Each house repeats a mold
    Windows rolled
    Beast car locked in against morning
    All now sleeping
    Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
    Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
    Wound in sheets
    And daughters, smug
    With semen eyes in their nipples

    Wait
    There's been a slaughter here





    (Don't stop to speak or look around

    Your gloves and fan are on the ground
    We're getting out of town
    We're going on the run
    And you're the one I want to come

    Not to touch the earth
    Not to see the sun
    Nothing left to do, but
    Run, run, run
    Let's run
    House upon the hill
    Moon is lying still
    Shadows of the trees
    Witnessing the wild breeze
    C'mon baby run with me
    Let's run
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run

    The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
    Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
    Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
    And you won't know a thing till you get inside
    Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
    The engine runs on glue and tar
    C'mon along, we're not going very far
    To the East to meet the Czar

    Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
    The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
    Who lives in a well by the side of the road
    Wake up, girl! We're almost home
    Sun, sun, sun
    Burn, burn, burn
    Soon, soon, soon
    Moon, moon, moon
    I will get you
    Soon!, Soon!, Soon!

    Let the carnival bells ring
    Let the serpent sing
    Let everything

    We came down
    The rivers and highways
    We came down from
    Forests and falls

    We came down from
    Carson and Springfield
    We came down from
    Phoenix enthralled
    And I can tell you
    The names of the Kingdom
    I can tell you
    The things that you know
    Listening for a fistful of silence
    Climbing valleys into the shade


    I am the Lizard King
    I can do anything
    I can make the earth stop in its tracks
    I made the blue cars go away


    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, and the strong, and the wise
    Brothers and 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 and to your dreams
    Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
    I want to be ready'




    Curses, Invocations

    Curses, Invocations
    Weird bate-headed mongrels
    I keep expecting one of you to rise
    Large buxom obese queen
    Garden hogs and cunt veterans
    Quaint cabbage saints
    Shit hoarders and individualists
    Drag strip officials
    Tight lipped losers and
    Lustful fuck salesman
    My militant dandies
    All strange orders of monsters
    Hot on the tail of the woodvine
    We welcome you to our procession

    Here come the Comedians
    look at them smile
    Watch them dance an Indian mile
    Look at them gesture
    How aplomb
    So to gesture everyone
    Words dissemble
    Words be quick
    Words resemble walking sticks
    Plant them they will grow
    Watch them waver so
    I'll always be a word man
    Better then a bird man


    [James Douglas Morrison,1970]


    I am troubled
    immeasureably
    By your eyes

    I am struck
    By the feather
    of your soft
    Reply

    The sound of glass
    Speaks quick
    Disdain

    And conceals
    What your eyes fight
    To explain


    Dreams are at once fruit & outcry
    against an atrophy of the senses.

    Dreaming is no solution



    I will not come again
    I will not come again
    into the swirl
    The bitter wine-soaked
    stallion eats the seed,
    all labour is a lie;
    no voice is kindled in
    these loins to melt
    or vie with any strong
    particulating smile.
    Leave sundry stones alive

    Now that you have gone
    all alone
    the desert to explore
    & left me here alone

    the calmness of the town
    where a girl in black
    gets in a car
    & searches numbly
    for her keys;

    Now that you have gone
    or strayed away-
    I sit,& listen to the hiss
    of traffic & invoke
    into this burned & gutted
    room some ghost,some
    vague resemblance of time

    Off-on,on and off,
    like one long sick
    electric dream.
    This state is confused
    state. Out there everyone
    is greedy for her love.

    They will drain her life
    like warm connectors,
    plug into her soul
    From every side & melt
    her form for me.

    But I deserve this,
    Greatest cannibal of all.
    Some tired future.
    Let me sleep.
    Get on with the disease.


    "There`s a palace
    in the canyon
    where you & I
    were born

    Now I`m a lonely Man
    Let me back into
    the Garden

    Blue Shadows
    of the Canyon
    I met you
    & now you`re gone

    & now my dream is gone
    Let me back into your Garden

    A man searching
    for lost Paradise
    Can seem a fool
    to those who never
    sought the other world

    Where friends do lie & drift
    Insanely in
    Their own private gardens"



    It has been said that
    on birth we are trying
    to find a proper womb
    for the growth of our
    Buddha nature,& that
    on dying we find a
    womb in the tomb of the
    earth. This is my
    father`s greatest
    fear. It shouldn`t be.
    Instead, he should
    be trying to find me
    a better tomb.


    Thank you, O Lord
    For the white blind light
    A city arises from the sea
    I had a splitting headache
    from which the future`s made.




    When the still sea conspires an armor
    And her sullen and aborted
    Currents breed tiny monsters
    True sailing is dead
    Awkward instant
    And the first animal is jettisoned
    Legs furiously pumping
    Their stiff green gallop
    And heads bob up
    Poise
    Delicate
    Pause
    Consent
    In mute nostril agony
    Carefully refined
    And sealed over
    [The Doors,1967]

    An American Prayer

    I

    Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
    Do you know we exist?
    Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
    Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
    Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
    Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
    [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
    We need great golden copulations
    The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
    Our mother is dead in the sea
    Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
    & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
    Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
    The moon is a dry blood beast
    Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
    amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
    O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
    The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
    We live, we die & death not ends it
    Journey we more into the Nightmare
    Cling to life our passion'd flower
    Cling to cunts & cocks of despair
    We got our final vision by clap
    Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death
    (I touched her thigh & death smiled)
    We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
    To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
    The barns are stormed
    The windows kept & only one of all the rest
    To dance & save us
    W/ the divine mockery of words
    Music inflames temperament
    (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
    Where are the feasts
    we were promised
    Where is the wine
    The New Wine
    (dying on the vine)
    resident mockery give us an hour for magic
    We of the purple glove
    We of the starling flight & velvet hour
    We of arabic pleasure's breed
    We of sundome & the night
    Give us a creed
    To believe
    A night of Lust
    Give us trust in
    The Night
    Give of color
    hundred hues
    a rich Mandala
    for me & you & for your silky pillowed house
    a head, wisdom & a bed
    T
    roubled decree
    Resident mockery
    has claimed thee
    We used to believe in the good old days
    We still receive In little ways
    The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow
    Forget & allow
    Did you know freedom exists in a school book
    Did you know madmen are running our prison
    w/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant
    Maelstrom
    We're perched headlong
    on the edge of boredom
    We're reaching for death
    on the end of a candle
    We're trying for something
    That's already found us
    We can invent Kingdoms of our own
    grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
    & love we must, in beds of rust
    Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
    & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
    No black men's pride to hoist the beams
    while mocking angels sift what seems
    To be a collage of magazine dust
    Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
    This is just jail for those who must
    get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
    while weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
    Wow, I'm sick of doubt
    Live in the light of certain
    South
    Cruel bindings
    The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
    pulling poor blankets over our sailors
    (& where were you in our lean hour)
    Milking your moustache?
    or grinding a flower?
    I'm sick of dour faces
    Staring at me from the T.V.
    Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
    Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted
    Strangers in the mud
    These mutants, blood-meal
    for the plant that's plowed
    They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
    Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
    comes death on strange hour
    unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
    Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
    No more money, no more fancy dress
    This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
    I will not go
    Prefer a Feast of Friends
    To the Giant family


    II
    Great screaming Christ
    Upsy-daisy
    Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
    "The movie will begin in 5 moments"
    The mindless Voice announced
    "All those unseated, will await The next show"
    We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent.
    As we seated & were darkened
    The Voice continued:
    "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru.
    You've seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest
    -- (did you have a good world when you died?) -- enough to base a movie on?"
    An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.
    I'm getting out of here
    Where're you going?
    To the other side of the morning
    Please don't chase the clouds
    pagodas, temples
    Her cunt gripped him
    like a warm friendly hand.
    "It's all right.
    All your friends are here."
    When can I meet them?
    "After you've eaten"
    I'm not hungry
    "O, we meant beaten"
    Silver stream, silvery scream,
    impossible concentration
    Here come the comedians
    look at them smile
    Watch them dance
    an indian mile
    Look at them gesture
    How aplomb
    So to gesture everyone
    Words dissemble
    Words be quick
    Words resemble walking sticks
    Plant them
    They will grow
    Watch them waver so
    I'll always be
    a word-man
    Better than a birdman
    But I'll charge
    Won't get away
    w/out lodging a dollar
    Shall I say it again
    aloud, you get the point
    No food w/out fuel's gain
    I'll be, the irish loud
    unleashed my beak
    at peak of powers
    O girl, unleash
    your worried comb
    O worried mind
    Sin in the fallen
    Backwoods by the blind
    She smells debt
    on my new collar
    Arrogant prose
    Tied in a network of fast quest
    Hence the obsession
    Its quick to admit
    Fats borrowed rhythm
    Woman came between them
    Women of the world unite
    Make the world safe
    For a scandalous life
    Hee Heee
    Cut your throat
    Life is a joke
    Your wife's in a moat
    The same boat
    Here comes the goat
    Blood Blood Blood Blood
    They're making a joke
    of our universe

    III

    Matchbox
    Are you more real than me
    I'll burn you, & set you free
    Wept bitter tears
    Excessive courtesy
    I won't forget

    IV

    A hot sick lava flowed up,
    Rustling & bubbling.
    The paper-face.
    Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
    He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
    The LT. puzzled in again
    "ready to talk"
    "No sir" -- was all he'd say.
    Go back to the gym.
    Very peaceful
    Meditation
    Air base in the desert
    looking out venetian blinds
    a plane
    a desert flower
    cool cartoon
    The rest of the World
    is reckless & dangerous
    Look at the
    brothels
    Stag films
    Exploration


    V

    A ship leaves port
    mean horse of another thicket
    wishbone of desire
    decry the metal fox

    [James Douglas Morrison,1943-1971]
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