When Your Unwanted
Onestop Poetry lit my pen this morning! Highlighting the talent of Jim Morrison is one sure fire way to do that for me. I have carried my dog~eared copy of Wilderness with me since '88, and he is one of the major influences for me. That being said, here's my response to today's prompt.
When You're Unwanted
Hello father...
Would you care to ride the snake?
Through the infinity of generations
Forever tripping through
Graveyards and sweet carnations
Graffiti tributes, candle light vigils, and
cheap, overturned bottles of wine?
It awakens the spirit you know,
That was left to be discovered
Hovering in a Paris apartment
The death of the body
An awakening of muse.
Like Riders on the Storm
Alive and raging
Round bomb fires under the eternity
Of the dark desert sky.
Drink this ancient wisdom
Laced with the power of peyote
And the voices of our ancestors
Bring down the moon
To shine my spotlight brighter
To see this spirit awaken
At center stage
Dancing a frenzy until welcoming
Death's sweet release.
There's blood on the streets,
It's up to our ankles...
Been there since my time and before
Wading through life force
Feeling the deadness of souls
Out of the chaos the genius awakens
And recognizes the fear to live
The lack of life in the blood
And this dead society maddens him
While the subculture embraces
And the spirit cries in appreciation and sadness
For he knows he will surely waste
If he remains,
And behind him he leaves only words
But their power...
The muse will live forever more
In the spirit of the Lizard King
Mother...do you know what it feels like
When your unwanted?
Comments
thanks I could see that the light went on
Jim in his studies and his journey captured what many could not see
thanks Tash
Great heart stopping lines in this one
There's blood on the streets,
It's up to our ankles...
Been there since my time and before
Wading through life force
You've developed so much in the short time since I've known you Tash, so much kudos for getting stronger, better and brilliant!
PeaceLoveSmiles, CherylFaith
Some candles
Short and skinny
Burn fast and bright
Atop the cake
Of Life's celebrations
Their radiance brilliant
Like a brief shower
Of meteorites
Other candles
Are deep and wide
And become
From many erosions
Of Fire
Like the Grand Canyon
Bottomless
Banded by layers
Of remembered geology
Way down deep
Near the rivers edge
The quiet candle light
Is still there
Illuminating canyon walls
With the play
Of jumping shadows
OneLove-Tiger
Your wonderful and dark and moosy and ethereal...perfect