Jim Morrison's Poetry

The Wolf

Who lives under the rock

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.

Cold electric music

Damage me

Rend my mind

With  your dark slumber

Cold temple of steel

Cold minds alive

On the strangled shore

Veterans of foreign wars

We are the soldiers of

Rock & Roll Wars

stonedimmaculate:

Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening
Clouds weaken
and die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone.

There they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.

An angel runs

Through the sudden light

Through the room

A ghost precedes us

A shadow follows us

And each time we stop We fall

he enters stage:

Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool’s gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She’s my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It’s your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we’re free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure

I’m Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands—how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair—so twined and writhing
The skin of my face—pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I’m real.
I’m human
But I’m not an ordinary man
No No No

Can you dig it.

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 jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s 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.

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 ecstacy
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 to 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..

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.