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The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)



is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969

connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim
The End
Black woods behind the old house,
In front a sloping field of oats;
Above a cloud curves in soft sky
like a silver ball, centered
against the cloud, beating with
Severe, painful clarity...,

The wing of the wounded swan
Below on the old wooden balcony
A young man with white hair
his face the enigma of time

like a portrait in an old medallion
he narrows the oblique eyes
Warmed by the light Wolcott sun
hammered by the heavy light sun

Hammered ivy the storms
poet who writes the hearts dialogue
behind the house the woods grow into night
And wild oats by crazed in dream...

Unknown until this time,
He has become a knowledge of the heart
Toxic Furnace

urge to tempt the given residence
page the cove with a zero rolled together
watch as the Waterbury cave is complete
pretty nice looking we charge a huge leap
minus the son taken back
Each day,
I reflect upon,
the precious moments.
When you where, near.
As I sit,
And ponder,
It brings, a joyful tear.
My thoughts,
Linger in yesterday.
Hopes of,
Seeing you.
Again, one day.
Whisper To A Shine

vacuum the ear drop stew
captivated by a smile
a whisper to a shine
bell bottoms figure down
follow your elbow to my best friend
love the outside with a float
pierced through each energy
illumination
Be A Friend

Be a channel of strength
Through the power of prayer

When you’re silent
Sometimes we complain and lament
Be a channel of strength
Lord grant us patience
Give us peace
In times of toil
Be a channel of strength
Make us captives loyal

In times of doubt and fear
Draw us near
Be a channel of strength
Through the power of prayer

When you’re silent
Sometimes we complain and lament
Be a channel of strength
Lord grant us patience
Whistle While You Work

Sabbath created havoc
march the call of dimes
treasure a red rose
this was plugged inside my mind
getting from behind
inside my mind
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