From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison The Last Part

I hope you went out
Smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remnant
of a dream

The angel man
w/Serpents competing
for his palms
& fingers
Finally claimed
This benevolent
Soul

Ophelia

Leaves, sodden
in silk

Chlorine
dream
mad stifled
Witness

The diving board, the plunge
The pool

You were a fighter
a damask musky muse





Ledger domain
Wilderness pain
cruel swimming ambience
sweet swimming fish book smile
I love you all the while
even w/the little child
by the hand
& squeeze

You're learning
fast

Keep off the walk
listen to the children talk





I am a Scot, or so
I'm told. Really
the heir of Mystery
Christians

Snake in the Glen

The child of a
Military family...

I rebelled against church
after phases of
fervor

I curried favor in school
& attack'd the teachers

I was given a
desk in the corner

I was a fool
&
The smartest kid
in class





End w/fond good-bye
& plans for future
- Not an actor
Writer-filmmaker

Which of my cellves
will be remember'd

Good-bye America
I loved you

Money from home
good luck
stay out of trouble

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 6

A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet's
survival.





Actors must make us think
they're real
Our friends must not
make us think we're acting

They are, though, in slow
Time

My wild words
slip into fusion
& risk losing
the solid ground

So stranger, get
wilder still

Probe the Highlands





Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/your dark slumber

Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore

Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars





Those who Race toward Death
Those who wait
Those who worry

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 6

France is 1st, Nogales round-up
Cross over the border-
land of eternal adolescence
quality of despair unmatched
anywhere on the perimeter
Message from the outskirts
calling us home
This is the private space of a
new order. We need saviors
To help us survive the journey.
Now who will come
Now hear this
We have started the crossing
Who knows? it may end badly


The actors are assembled;
immediately they become
enchanted
I, for one, am in ecstasy
enthralled.
Can I convince you to smile?

No wise men now.
Each on his own
grab your daughter & run






Mexican parachute
Blue green pink
Invented of Silk
stretched on grass
Draped in the trees
of a Mexican Park
T-shirt boys in their
Slumbering art





funny,
I keep expecting a
knock on the door
well, that's what you
get for living around
people

a Knock? would shatter
my dreams' illusions
deportment & composure
The struggle of a poor poet
to stay out of the grips
of novels & gambling
& journalism





But this will not do. No, this
will never do. There are
continents & shores which
beseech our understanding.
Seldom have we been so slow.
Seldom have we been so far.

My only wish is to see
Far Arden again.

The truth is on his chest
The cellular excitement has
Totally inspired our magic
Veteran. And now for an
old trip. I'm tired of thinking.
I want the old forms to
reassert their sexual cool.
My mind is just - you know.
And this morning before I sign
off I would like to tell you
about Texas Radio & the Big Beat.
It moves into the perimeter of
your sacred sincere & delicated
Smile like a calm survivor
of the psychic war. He was
no general for he was not old.
He was no private for he
could not be sold.

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 5

Everything human
is leaving
her face

Soon she will disappear
into the calm
vegetable
morass

Stay!

My Wild Love!







I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings & rings. It's no fun
To feel like a fool - when your
baby's gone. A new ax to my head:
Possession. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I've done nothing w/time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
w/Rivolution. When out there the
World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
from window as if to say: I'm bold -
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
at the glass sliding door (why can't I
be in there?) A cat yowls. A care engine
revs & races against the grain - dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down - & begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?





A nd I came to you
for peace
And I came to you
for gold
And I came to you
for lies
And you gave me fever
& wisdom
& cries
of sorrow
& we'll be here
the next day
the next day
&
Tomorrow

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 4

ODE
NEW YORK MAIDENS
everyone has Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High Style
Flash & forgive me
high botton shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love's triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment







each day is a drive thru history







Why does my mind circle around you
Why do planets wonder what it
Would be like to be you

All your soft wild promises were words
Birds, endlessly in flight

Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you
How can he run to you
Lunging w/blooded sickness on the snow
He's still sniffing gates & searching
Strangers for your smell
which he remembers very well

Is there a moon in your window
Is madness laughing
Can you still run down beach
rocks bed below w/out him?

Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Sit up all night, talking smoking
Count the dead & wait for morning
(Will warm names & faces come again
Does the silver forest end?)

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 3

Open
The Night is young
& full of rest
I can't describe the
way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest



Orange County Suite
Well I used to know someone fair
She had oranhe ribbon in her hair
She was such a trip
She was hardly there
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window,
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah,
We learned to speak

And one year
has gone by

Such a long long road to seek it
All we did was break and freak it
We had all
The lovers ever had
We just blew it
And I'm not sad

Well I'm mad

And I'm bad

And two years
have gone by

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Part 2

Worship w/words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obscene - in the insane
infant.

Old men worship w/long
noses, old soulful eyes.
young girls worship,
exotic, indian, w/robes
who make us feel foolish
for acting w/our eyes.
Lost in the vanity of the senses
which got us where we are.
Children worship but seldom
act at it. Who needs
temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny
floor w/friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs sceaming w/mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.

From WILDERNESS- The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison

There was preserved

in her

The fresh miracle

of

surprise

- Jim Morrison