Poems
    A selection of my favourite poems by Jim Morrison

Severed Garden
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
 

Stoned Immaculate
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 hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
 

Palace of exile
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.
 

Lions in the Street
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
 

Horse Latitudes
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
 

An American Prayer (excerpts)
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom
Have you been born yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die &death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life Our passion'd flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair
 

Cellars
Cellars a place everyone dies.
Cellars a place where virgins cry.
Cellars a place where blood run cold.
No way out! It's horrors untold.
In the cellar, bodies lie dead.
Buried in sand up to their head.
In the cellar, torture's extreme.
Try to wake up, this ain't a dream.
Don't try to run, don't try to hide.
Demons will find you once your inside.
They'll shock your brain until you've learned
to serve their master, then you'll burn!
Cellars a place you'll rot with disease.
Ripped apart with demonic ease.
Cellars a place the maniacs mame.
They're all criminally insane.
In the cellar you exhale smoke.
It burns your throat, you're bound to choke.
In the cellar behind hells gate.
Trapped forever you can't escape.
Down in the pit of human waste.
Demons' laughing, your blood they taste.
Their evil plan is right on course.
And what they take, they take by force.
Burning in flames, try to resist.
In the end their masters' feet you'll kiss.
Now a demon, your not alone.
Get use to it, Cellars your home.
 

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