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J MORRISON

The decade of the nineteen sixties was a melting pot of subversive young people who
sought the perfect, free Utopia and who clashed against the boundaries imposed by the
capitalist system. The arts and especially music were imbued by these feelings.
Counterculture movements surged forth with the hippies leading the way, feeding their
dreams with LSD and marijuana. In this explosion of sensations and colors, a mythical
rock figure was born: Jim Morrison.

The Lizard King, as he was known, shoved the doors of the psychedelic wide open,
wanting to find enlightenment through meditation stimulated by the consumption of
drugs. He shared his feelings and his journeys to the boundaries of reality in the lyrics
of the legendary band, The Doors.

One of the lesser known attributes of the King of Orgasmic Rock was that he was a poet
at heart. People flocked to him as if he were a prophet who would lead his people to the
mystical state he spoke of in his poetry. The following ten poems will be your guides to
the world Jim Morrison constructed, which thrives beyond the borders of what is
known.

Jim Morrison Poems | Power

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 and 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,
and in the minds of others.

I can.

I am.

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Jim Morrison Poems | The World on Fire


The world on fire ...
Taxi from Africa...
The Grand Hotel...

He was drunk
a big party last night
back going back
in all directions
sleeping these insane hours.

I'll never wake up


in a good mood again.
I'm sick of these stinky boots.
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Jim Morrison Poems | The Movie

The movie will begin in five moments.


The mindless voice announced
all those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.

The auditorium was vast and silent


as we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new.
You've seen this entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest.

Did you have a good world when you died?


Enough to base a movie on?
I'm getting out of here.
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning.

Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas.


Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's alright, all your friends are here.
When can I meet them?
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry.
Uh, we meant beaten.
Silver stream, silvery scream.
Oooooh, impossible concentration.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Stoned Inmaculate

I'll tell you this...


No eternal reward will forgive us now.
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.

One summer night, going to the pier.


I ran into two young girls.
The blonde one was called Freedom.
The dark one, Enterprise.
We talked and they told me this story.
Now listen to this...

I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad.
Like some new language.
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.


Out here we is stoned.
Immaculate.
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Jim Morrison Poems | Newborn Awakening

Gently they stir, gently rise.


The dead are newborn awakening.
With ravaged limbs and wet souls.
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
Who called these dead to dance?

Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?

I called you up to anoint the earth.


I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to wish you well.
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call you to pray.