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Steamy prophetic poet stepping into his astral plane
Conjugating with the obsessed erect minds of his congregation
Slithering in his wet leather crow-black pants
Tight enough to be skin
Perched on his precipice of passion
To stage the light to his soul
Descending upon the stunned hungry eyes
As he swayed opening his mouth
To the bulging sweltering sound
Of unworldly magnetism
Panting illusions of rapture with hot strokes of each epic note
Projecting his lyrical persona with magic and moxie
Raising the bristles on the bumps
His throaty rhythm penetrating the space
Of an evolutionary animus of love making
Infusing the sensual spices to lay heedless
To this conqueror of reckless sexual energy
Manifesting words that exterminate any resistance
To the ecstasy of the elation
We confess our immoral selves
To love him completely
A day of dawning has set before.
Suns rising on moons horizon.
Souls from within wearing thin.
Fields of grain set the rates at high stakes bartering.
Mines of Kimberly diamonds of blue, black and green.
I feel her love must be my Queen.
Together we shall grow close inside mysterious winds blow.
Never before have world's become.
Deserts have swamped.
Rivers run dry.
Artic glaciers melt.
For he shall begin once more gifts of gold become of silver lining.
Rise above become worthy of nesting birds fly feathered.
Bow before your Masters chambers.
The good of man has vanished before eyes of awakening.
New religion beliefs I shall pander my will to Demons of Satanic growth.
Believe in me I beggith you to have faith in the power of my father's cryptic side.
I miss the days never giving chance too grow outside my very own path.
Suidance has never taken place within my soul.
Alone, dismented left wondering how my father's will for me ever come to light.
I now have become complete from the disoray I was born into.
54 years of coming out to finally becoming the being of father's future never lived.
The Doors of Perception have come to pass.
This day to forever I shall never again fear the love of father not present.
For I now know he has inlightened my very self to becoming the man he never grew to be.
I James Douglas Morrison Jr. will always and forever to eternity's end.
Be the finest well kept Jewel in the grounds of every planet.
In the Universal being of the late and great
father of mine.
-Jim Morrison Jr
"There are things known and things
unknown and in between are the Doors."
Quote by Jim Morrison, Lead singer of the Doors
(American singer, songwriter and poet)
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Jim Morrison, lived a melancholy short life brilliant,
he left us suddenly and is still loved to this very day;
he was the lead vocalist for the rock band The Doors,
oh, they created magical music with amazing instrumentals.
And always, always the haunting beautiful voice of Jim Morrison . . .
He was only twenty-seven when taken and his father had inscribed,
on his headstone- True to his own Spirit- in Greek, how fitting;
still there is a constant shower of flowers at his grave site.
in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris France and visitors still gather round.
The life of a rock star is chaotic, mind-bending and outlandish,
and stressed- Jim left us with notebooks full of his poetic words;
and The Doors most beloved song ever- Riders On The Storm,
so beautifully haunting and soothing although truthfully dark.
Rest in peace, Jim Morrison, thrown into this world and,
taken from it way too soon . . . and missed forever.
John 14: 2 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
___________________________
April 23, 2019
Poetry/Elegy/Rider On The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-969-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Writer's On The Storm
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy his life came to stop.
Another one joined and his name was Brian Jones..
He was a founding member of the band "The Rolling Stones".
He took drugs and alcohol and decided to swim..
But the grim reaper had made other plans for him.
Canned Heats Alan Wilson, was too blind to see..
That he would be next making him number three.
LSD and alcohol took Jimi Hendrix as well..
A heroin overdose had Janice Joplin under a spell.
A poet, philosopher and lyricist of the Doors..
Constantly pushing boundaries and upseting the laws
Cocaine, heroin and drinking made him late..
And this is how James Morrison met his awfull fate.
Another founding member, this time "Grateful Dead"..
Ron Mckernan loved to drink and his liver was overfed.
Pete Ham from Badfinger the lead man to sing..
Just days before his birthday his membership locked in.
Grunge man of Nirvana, the demise of Kurt Cobain..
Mental illness and drugs and conspiracies to explain.
And last but not least as Im sure there will be more..
Amy Winehouse decided to knock on heavens door.
In a matter of 27 years in the peak of their prime..
This club was formed by age, and left imprints in time!
Their lifestyles were fast and they never listened to advice..
And at the age of 27 they payed the ultimate price!
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
Iniquity in every song
They share the Devils creed
The Puppets spilling secrets
That their Masters want revealed
Biblical immorality
No longer lies concealed
They sign their souls to Satan
Playing out the cards He’s dealed
The Forever 27 Club
Laid open to them all
Each soul is worth the same to Him
The writing’s on the wall
Janis Joplin, Morrison
Winehouse and Cobain
Jimi Hendrix, Robert Johnson
Made a Faustian exchange
The Beatles, Sergeant Peppers
David Bowies ‘Quicksand’
The Great Beast, loyally lauded
Crowley’s led them by the hand
They herald each new master
They applaud the righteous wrong
The Crossroads call at Midnight
Gathering soldiers in their song
Bianca, Cookie, Shady
Sasha Fierce and Luke the Drifter
An exponential family
Ri Ri, Lola, Twisted Sister
As Above, then so Below
Both egos need their names
There’s no-one who they seem, it seems
Duality’s the Game
The Boss don’t like these dizzy heights
Come shake hands with the Devil
The Devil’s in the detail
Hell and Heaven, on one level
Cos Lucifer, He ain’t greedy
Though He likes to thwart Gods plans
Shylock seeks his pound of flesh
Satan, only 21 grams
The sacrificial lambs line up
Like Isaacs only child
A soulless congregation
Cos there’s No Church in the Wild
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds innately build nests without a blueprint
nary a lesson, born with their own song
all of these things point to a natural order
of what is and meant to be
that which is tried and true
what has worked thru the ages
what most of all endures
when i am holding you
my arms feel filled beyond measure
everything in this world is where it belongs
i love you because i belong with you
as does the evening's song to the nightingale
come morning the lark's duty to sing dawns' glory
the roosters claim upon the rising sun
a mockingbird's mating call fills the darkness
i see the natural order that surrounds my life
i never feel a reason to wonder why
you belong with me and i with you
the Earth and Moon, lip to lip
in a celestial dance, lost in each others' gaze
insouciant to a surrounding universe
it is said that if you never had a question
you will never need an answer
and when i look into your eyes
i never see a why i see every reason
of why i love you
9/18 Kismet
There's a love that's divine
and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
we should give thanks and pray
to the One, to the One
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there is no one else above you
written by Van Morrison
from the song
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You
The
percent,
one point three.
Thirteen of each
one thousand famous
musicians will likely
die at age twenty seven.
The, so called, Twenty Seven Club.
A tragic portent for young artists.
The truth is Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison
and Cobain died at twenty seven,
yes,a sad event, but Rick James,
Fogelberg, Roger Miller
and Billy Powell didn't.
They are members of
a unique group,
The Fifty
Six
Club.
In truth,
more artists
leave us at age
fifty six than do
at age twenty seven.
twenty two out of every
thousand, or two point two percent.
The twenty seven club is about
something different, not age but ageism.
09/19/2022
Jelly roll
Watch em fall
Sadness of a lost season
No time to reach out and touch a life or a song
Jelly roll
Theres so much a child in you
Things we talk about appear nothing extreme
But although my mind always wants it all
A hang glide in the sky won't happen today
Ill tell you what I hate
You can show me what you...like
There's no other way it can go.. jelly roll
Each day every step
Each day every step
Every step is another Feeling away from paradise
Away from the strongest human desire
Its not chocolate
Not caffeine or cigarettes nor booze
The talent that you sling
Its the kindness of your lips
The unknown treated like king
The wrestle of your hips
The Van morrison thing
melody loops in my mind..... in my brain
She got ...something
about Blue Money and Tupelo Honey
The likened matters
of the magic in music
Songs for sunshine songs for rain People were kids
Chains replaced Innocence reines
Make them young
The cowards and bastards
Make their desperate shadows
Disappear
A room in heaven
A white silver bed
A cherry gold carpet
Windows of perceptive
Air as thick as steel
My love a crush
On my Jelly roll
Do you want to be a member of the 27 club? - When one asks,
Like snakes hidden beneath leaves - dying at 27 - its grim face masks;
Gifted, skilled, artistic and masterly are its members,
Musicians, stars, celebrities... all gold gone through embers...!
Robert Leroy Johnson, American Blues musician,
Died drinking poisoned whisky, loon-like, losing cognition;
Brian Jones, wood-thrush, British multi-instrumentalist,
Lived introvert; died drowning, like a sentimentalist...!
Alan Wilson, Jimi Hendrix, Deve Alexander,
Jim Morrison, Joplin, Kurt Cobain... all known for candor;
Drug-alcohol-abuse, homicide, suicide, mishap,
Easily to wrath of mistimed death, they did get enwrap...!
Amy Winehouse, one of youngest of Club Twenty Seven,
Singer, lyricist...! Has she gone to hell or to Heaven...?
Alcohol poison! Like many others, a millionaire!
I don't want to die, she said. Did death hear her last prayer...?
Discouragements and depressions that lead to mental-kick,
Hopelessness, helplessness, anxieties... all makes them sick;
Dry branches hold to trees; holding to divine they could live;
Premeditated sins and evils - will heavens forgive...?
12 September 2022
The 27 club Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Silently wafting through the night air,
He hovered like the wildest bird,
He breathed the love that massaged our soul,
Seeped through our insanest world,
And it’s not leather jeans, jacket or shirt,
Not the Oxford, Twill or Plain weave,
But rather the way he sang what he sang,
When he wore who he was on his sleeve,
The enigma, a puzzle, a new force of nature,
He sang what the world needed to hear,
Light my…Love her… People are strange,
And, like the words, he’d then disappear,
Jim was the first before thousands of firsts,
Showed the rockers how they should behave,
With Jimi and Janis in the twenty seven club,
In Paris in a beautiful grave.
Written for Chantelle Anne Cooke contest "Writers on the Storm", 3rd May 2019