Jim Morrison, the Poet.


It’s impossible to answer
a question which is not
even asked, I know.

I wish I ceased to think of you
but I can’t.
Your name is sered
deep in my heart
my love.



Once I was on high
then I get deep done.
There was some time, when I had money
and often I run out of it.
But suddenly everything has changed
from the time I’m yours.

I’m your food, I’m your drink today
but one day I will be used up.
Then I will die no doubt.



We are drifting with current
to our death
with silent resignation.
Mad animal in a cage.

We are convicted to death
I hope somebody
was having a good time at least.
Our world is a civilized slaughter-house.

We are standing in a line, well-dressed animals.
I don’t blame any one.
Sharp God, and we ignorant beasts.



I was born to sail away
to touch the land of my dreams
but evil wind filled my sails
and finally I lost my way.
The ship run aground of my life
and now, I lie here broken,



A wake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.

A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt. pregnant
Monument above the newsstand
where the children hide
When school ends.



I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made 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 mind of others,

I can.

I am.


Why does my mind circle around you
Why do planets wonder what it
Would be like to be you?

All your soft wild promises were words
Birds, endlessly in flight

Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you
How can he run to you
lunging w/blooded sickness on the snow?
He’s still sniffing gates & searching
Strangers for your smell
which he remembers very well

Is there a moon in your window?
Is madness laughing?
Can you still run down beach
rocks bed below w/out him?

Winter Photography
our love’s in jeopardy
Winter Photography
our love’s in jeopardy
Sit up all night, talking smoking
Count the dead & wait for morning
(Will warm names & faces come again
Does the silver forest end?)


In conclusion, darling, let
me repeat: your home is still
here, inviolate & certain
and I open the wide smile of
my remembrance. This to you
on the anniversary of our first
night. I know you love me
to talk this way. I hope
no one sees this message
written in the calm lonely
far out languid summer afternoon
W/my total love.



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