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 Dec 2018 Jessica Stull
Jenny
Did he ever hurt you?

No.
Why did you hesitate?

Because sometimes he’d get this look in his eyes
What look?

Like he wanted to.
.
Rider On The Storm of trances,
LA Woman led through ritual dances.
A Poet just Waiting for the Sun,
when The End was where it all begun.
The Spy trying to Break on Through,
a native sharing his Shamans Blues.
A Ship of Fools tinged with mirth,
destined Not To Touch The Earth.
Mr Mojo Risin', the acid dream rover,
taking rest When The Music's Over.




© Pagan Paul (04/12/16)


James 'Jim' Douglas Morrison
(Poet and Rock Star)
8 December 1943 – 3 July 1971.
.
This may not sound quite right
But I find I've made up my mind
After all of this time
To say goodbye to goodbye

Goodbye only makes me sad
When losing the friends that I have
When it's their turn to come up to bat
When they have no time left

Goodbye is too cruel a word
Goodbye is best if it's left unheard
Being that there is no cure
When goodbye occurs

And that is exactly why
After all of this time I find
I've made up my mind
To say goodbye to goodbye
My trauma, my pain molded & shaped me
Without them this version would cease to be
How many soul connections have you had? two, maybe three?
Fate isn’t as clandestine as she pretends to be
I’ve been writing again which means my hearts been abused
Bleeding out the words until the pain becomes reduced
 Dec 2018 Jessica Stull
Öüi
Chance
 Dec 2018 Jessica Stull
Öüi
Consumed by the thought of what might happen next,
she lost her only chance to find out.
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