Mosaic

“poems? sure.”

[shamansbluezz]

jim morrison c. 1966

[thenevvcreatures]

“There does seem to be a trend toward a return to a kind of primitive outlook on life, a more tribal attitude, and I think it’s a natural reaction to industrialization. But unfortunately, it’s kind of naive because the future is going to become increasingly mechanized, computerized, as you call it, and I don’t think there’s any turning back. It’s just figuring out a way to survive and thrive in that kind of society. I don’t think there’s any chance of going back. Look at it this way, too. The hippie lifestyle is really a middle-class phenomenon, and it could not exist in any other society except ours where there’s such an incredible surfeit of products.” (Jim Morrison, from an interview with Tony Thomas on CBC Radio)

[aquarda]

They need a lot of music to atone for their sins

against the great gods of disorder

Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”

[aquarda]

This is my forest a sea of wires. This gaggle of vision is my flame. These trees are men, the engineers. And a tribe of farmers on their Sunday off.

Gods — the directors. Cameras, Greek Centaurs on the boom, with silent Mobile grace

Toward me — a leaping clown In the great sun’s eye. Grand danger there in curved thigh. The avenging finger — lord.

Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”

[aquarda]

Humanity begins where the Empire ended

Jim Morrison, from “Loose Page Poems”

[aquarda]

This story has no moral. Trust not sleep or sorrow.

Jim Morrison, from “Notebook and Journal Poems”

[countingupyourbones]

The Doors - Strange Days

[credoinunam]

[thenevvcreatures]

[aquarda]

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate

— Jim Morrison, from “The Elektra Tapes”

[aquarda]

we could plan a murder,

or start a religion

Jim Morrison, from “The Elektra Tapes”

[aquarda]

The form is an angel of soul

from horse to man to boy

& back again

Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”

[aquarda]

the mystery of flight to be inside the brain of a bird

to slide gracefully & knowledgeably into graveland

The Big dream vs. violent assassination of spirit & neck & skull

wounded he arrived

Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”

[credoinunam]

“How you must of think and wondered How I must feel Out on the meadows While you run the field I'm alone, for you”

[shamansbluezz]

[aquarda]

“Tell them you came and saw and looked into my eyes and watched the shadows of the guard receding.”

[aquarda]

Strange new maturity Booze could not kill or quench it.

Strange charade of the guardian angels Progenitors of love & lust

ode to war & demons

Jim Morrison, from “Notebook and Journal Poems”