Jim Morrison Lives In My Basement

Jim Morrison Lives In My Basement

Jim

Didn’t really

Die in

71

He actually

Moved back to

The states &

Drank alot of

Booze

Where no one

Recognized him

Or knew his

Name

Then one day

He showed up

On my doorstep

Asking for a

Notebook & a

Pen claiming

He was once

The Lizard King

And that’s

How it all

Began

So I let him

Move into

My basement

Where now he

Just sings old blues

Songs all day long

And quotes Rimbaud

& William Blake

He just

Drinks beer and

He never bathes

His old leather

Pants reeking

Stinking

Of pee

But his

Writing

His poetry

Is amazing

But mostly

All about his

Beard & magical

Realms where

Old guys who

Only have beards

Are kings

He’s strange

But he’s Jim

Last week

I gave him a

A Taylor Swift

CD just to

See what he

Would do

He uses it

As a drink

Coaster and

Is now convinced

That the end times

Are nigh

I agree

The Clown & The Ballerina

The Clown & The Ballerina

 

The Clown & The Ballerina

Walked down the isle

They fell in love

Despite all denials

 

And the world

Continued to fade

 

In these times we

Love in these times

We hope in these times

Of dark days where

Nobody wants laughter

Or romance, dancing

Or swan lake

 

Because the world

Demands conformity

This world demands

Fake this world demands

Hate over the beauty of

Love

 

So The Clown & The Ballerina

They tried to challenge fate

And they laughed & danced

Forever under the stars

 

And ignored a world

Of conflict, a circus

In their hearts

That they no longer

Wanted

 

And they are still

Madly in love

To this day

 

Some Days

Some Days

Some days I question human behavior I question what we are doing here I question where I came from where mankind came from after I watch the news on tv after listening to people talking on there cell phones screaming at other human beings on the bus. But somehow I never give up. Somehow I just keep moving on. So I light another cigarette, and in that motion I become Buddha I become I God I become just another lost soul lost traveler moving through the process of life. Just another one of Darwin’s monkeys philosophizing why we all even bother anymore as somewhere aliens are watching from a spacecraft in the stars drinking beer & having a conversation about us saying

 

“Damn. When are all these monkeys going to be smart enough to free themselves from their own fucking cages?”C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_tumblr_p272wwEP6W1rlb7pso1_500

In The Silence

In The Silence

Political headlines
The same ol’ shit
Not a day passes
Without anger

Somehow
The gods of war
The gods of pestilence
The gods of media
Have destroyed our
Inner peace as each
Part each peace of
Our soul fades away
And dies a little bit
As the darkness
Overshadows our
Faith

Our country tis
Of thee sweet
Land of liberty
Let freedom ring

But the world
All changed
One day when
We were at work
Or taking care of
Our children or
Taking the dog
For a walk

We didn’t
See it coming
We didn’t believe
That such things
Could ever happen

Here.

And just like
Germany just like
God we turned our
Backs and walked
Away

Sick
In the silence
Hateful of our
Own cowardice
Our own useless voices
Now too late to
Stop the darkness

Now

So
In years to come
Remember this
This time this
America this
Moment

That moment
When you said
Nothing did
Nothing & ran
Away from it all
Like a frightened
Child

Who doesn’t
Remember
His own home
Or where he belongs

Anymore

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