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'twas years ago I strolled thru Paris proper
          and came upon Le Pere Lachaise one night -
               that crowded cemetery meant for paupers
     soft glowing with one beam of lantern light

upon the rough stone wall there sat a fellow
          with leather pants and music meant to sing
               he spoke to me a voice, distinct and mellow
     so I would know his name: "The Lizard King"

his face seemed so familiar, though I couldn't
          recognize it 'mongst the people that I'd met
               in person, and, (though I knew that I shouldn't)
     pressed him, thinking French was what I'd get

he looked up from his manuscripts to smile
          with a soft assurance gleaming in his eyes
               and tho' my sense of French was oft' defiled
     with perfect state-side English, he replied:

"why do you look for ghosts within a graveyard?
          for death is naught but your devoted friend
               save your fears for that in life that's painful
     true freedom's waiting, patient, for the end"

he spoke about his ventures until midnight
          the concerns of music, poetry, and senses
               about all he had learned in ego's hindsight
     a yearning for the unknown present tenses

the final thing he said was quite peculiar
          and found its steady purchase in my core:
               "it's life and death that ever try to fool ya
     but in-between it all, there are The Doors"

'twas then I heard the bells of Chapelle de l'Est
          ringing sweet to mark the midnight hour
               yet, as I turned to thank him for the rest
     in the spot where he'd been sitting - just a flower

and right behind the wall there stood a gravestone
          a tiny shrine where people came to leave
               small photos of Jim Morrison, the person
     that I had talked with all that haunting eve ...

who had left me with no cause ... to NOT believe.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writers On The Storm" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Doors" Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, Judge & Sponsor.
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