My Shrine To Jim Morrison
James Douglas Morrison
December 8 1943-July 2 1971
The Celebration of the Lizard
Lions in the street and roaming. Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother rotting in the summer ground. He fled the town.He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder.One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him. Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.Had this dream stopped?The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken.We were afraid to touch it.The sheets were hot dead prisons.Now, run to the bathroom,
Look!I can't live thru each slow century of her moving.I let my cheek slide downThe cool smooth tileFeel the good cold stinging bloodThe smooth hissing snakes of rain...Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brainI mean the game called 'go insane'Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your nameForget the world forget your nameForget the world, forget the peopleAnd we'll erect a different steeple.The little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose.And I'm right here, I'm going too.Release control, we're breaking through.
Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain.And the rain falls gently on the town.And in the labyrinth of streamsBeneath, the quiet unearthly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,Reptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heights.Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolledBeast car locked in against morning.All now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacant,Dust blind under the beds of lawful couplesWound in sheets.And daughters, smugWith semen eyes in their nipplesWait
There's been a slaughter here.(Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the groundWe're getting out of townWe're going on the runAnd you're the one I want to come)Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sunNothing left to do, butRun, run, runLet's runHouse upon the hill
Moon is lying stillShadows in the treesWitnessing the wild breezeC'mon baby run with meLet's runRun with me
Run with meRun with meLet's runThe masion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts thereRed are the arms of luxuriant chairsAnd you won't know a thing till you get insideDead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tarC'mon along, we're not going very farTo the East to meet the Czar.Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter is in love with the snakeWho lives in a well by the side of the roadWake up, girl! We're almost homeSun, sun, sunBurn, burn, burnSoon, soon, soonMoon, moon, moon,I will get youSoon!Soon!Soon!Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent singLet everythingWe came down
The rivers & highwaysWe came down fromForests & fallsWe came down from
Carson & SpringfieldWe came down fromPhoenix enthralled& I can tell youThe names of the KingdomI can tell youThe things you knowListening for a fistful of silenceClimbing valleys into the shade'I am the Lizard King
I can do anythingI can make the earth stop in its tracksI made the blue cars go awayFor seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,Playing strange gamesWith the girls of the island.Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of the NightWho among you will run the hunt?Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreamsTomorrow we enter the town of my birth.I want to be ready.'
Jim (and other stuff)
Oh my God...he was gorgeous
so gorgeous...
drool...
did I mention he was gorgeous?
My other pages
My fabulous Rocky Horror, Wrestling, and Me!! page...it rocks!
My new page dedicated to the fabulous Freddie Mercury!
My mediocre Spacehog page
My place where I go to vent
Email: jcsuprstr1@aol.com
SOON TO COME...A "Blue's Clues" page!!