Lions in the street 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 form its shiny skin


JIM MORRISON'S MEMORIAL


Jim Morrison
Poet

IS EVERYBODY IN ?
THE CEREMONY IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

Poetry appeals to me so much because it's eternal.As long as there are people, they can remembers words and combination of words.Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs.No one can, remember an entire novel.No one can describe a film a piece of sculpture, a painting.But so long as there are humans beings, songs and poetry can continue.

  • THE SHAMAN(possession)
  • BREAK ON TROUGH (bio)
  • MUSIC IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND(titles & lyrics)
  • THE DOORS (OF PERCEPTION)

  • THE END(graveyard)

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