the moments are ethereal
flitting by
on soft whispered wings...
pure joy
fullness of heart
blissful and sublime
don't try to grasp
or hang onto
just let the moments
wash over you
like crystal clear streams
let them surround you
and be awash in their glory
these moments aren't meant
to be kept forever
but merely lived in full
and remembered

If
You ever
Feel resistant
Soften
and
surrender
*
Darling
If
There’s one thing
That needs to flow
Like wedding dress
Flow down  the aisle

IT’S LOVE

As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................

.
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.