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Power

I can make the earth stop in

its tracks. I made the

blue cars go away.

 

I can make myself invisible or small.

I can become gigantic & reach the

farthest things. I can change

the course of nature.

I can place myself anywhere in

space or time.

I can summon the dead.

I can perceive events on other worlds,

in my deepest inner mind,

& in the minds of others.

 

I can

 

I am

~~~

 

People need Connectors

Writers, heroes, stars,

leaders

To give life form.

A child’s sand boat facing

the sun.

Plastic soldiers in the miniature

dirt war. Forts.

Garage Rocket Ships

 

Ceremonies, theatre, dances

To reassert Tribal needs & memories

a call to worship, uniting

above all, a reversion,

a longing for family & the

safety magic of childhood.

~~~

 

The grand highway

is crowded

w/

lovers

&

searchers

&

leavers

so

eager

to

please

&

forget

 

Wilderness

~~~

 

Now is blessed

The rest

remembered

~~~

 

A man rakes leaves into

a heap in his yard, a pile,

& leans on his rake &

burns them utterly.

The fragrance fills the forest

children pause & heed the

smell, which will become

nostalgia in several years

~~~

 

Sirens

Water

Rain & Thunder

Jet from the base

Hot searing insect cry

The frogs & crickets

Doors open & close

The smash of glass

The Soft Parade

An accident

Rustle of silk, nylon

Watering the dry grass

Fire

Bells

Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets

Lawn mower

Good Humor man

Skates & wagons

Bikes

~~~

 

Where’d you learn about

Satan- out of a book

Love?- out of a box

~~~

 

night of sin (The Fall)

-1st *** a feeling of having

done this same act in time before

O No, not again

~~~

 

Between childhood, boyhood,

adolescence

& manhood (maturity) there

should be sharp lines drawn w/

Tests, deaths, feats, rites

stories, songs, & judgements

~~~

 

Men who go out on ships

To escape sin & the mire of cities

watch the placenta of evening stars

from the deck, on their backs

& cross the equator

& perform rituals to exhume the dead

dangerous initiations

To mark passage to new levels

 

To feel on the verge of an exorcism

a rite of passage

To wait, or seek manhood

enlightenment in a gun

 

To **** childhood, innocence

in an instant

Written by
Jim Morrison
1943-1971 / Male / American
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