Jim Morrison poems
We come to this world desperately,
we die in a fear of being dead.
Who could make up such a cruelty?
I would like to send a message
to the drafter:
Your plan is successfully done,
I’ll disappear without a trace,
At the first second, when you came into being you join us in a strange world. At the second second you grow up slowly you stare at the universal in wonderment. At the third second you’re still too young you believe false dreams you’re guided the wrong ways. At your fourth second you’re lonely just like a stone you choose somebody to love forever. At the fifth second you fight against thousands even you are not alone nobody helps you. At the sixth second an invisible army strangles down your body you’re gripped by the hand of time. At the seventh second you die. We forget you.
You lost the taste of yesterday,
you get the progress of tomorrow,
you cover your perspired face
with your palm.
Your creaking laughing reminds me
the train, which we travel on, to the last moment.
LIFE IS A MOVIE
And the tired hand,
– as I’ve told about that –
lays aside the rolls in to the box
put the lid on.
I love the best from all
I expect more than I get.
But everything has changed around here,
from the time the Indian Summer had found me.
Thank you God
we don’t know your motives.
You made us totally blind
take our hope
forced us into your giant trap
to bury us alive.
I’m alive but I’m dying
at the same time.
I hope you still have a good time.
The night dies every morning
but she laughs at the day after all.
You must hide the sun from her,
I got through, but I’m still here.
I was looking for joy, your treasure
you cried for me and I forgot you after all,
I did find nothing, but love
I got through, come and find me.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks
passing by but you have to wait.
If a door opens in the distance
got through, come and follow me!
I know your words
even you have told me nothing.
I know where you are going
even you haven’t left yet.
I know your precious secrets
what you hidden deep down.
I know everything about you, baby
even I’m not a spy
I just simple love you.
I JUST CAN’T
It’s impossible to answer
a question which is not
even asked, I know.
I wish I ceased to think of you
but I can’t.
Your name is sered
deep in my heart
I could stop the world.
I could cover up the Sun
for a moment.
I could be invisible,
could be nobody either.
I could be giant, rich or poor.
I could upset the animate nature
I might as well overcome death.
I could create new Worlds far away.
Once I was on high
then I get deep done.
There was some time, when I had money
and often I run out of it.
But suddenly everything has changed
from the time I’m yours.
I’m your food, I’m your drink today
but one day I will be used up.
Then I will die no doubt.
We are drifting with current
to our death
with silent resignation.
Mad animal in a cage.
We are convicted to death
I hope somebody
was having a good time at least.
Our world is a civilized slaughter-house.
We are standing in a line, well-dressed animals.
I don’t blame any one.
Sharp God, and we ignorant beasts.
AT HALF WAY
I ask you again:
Do you know the silence?
Do you know the silence
of the left bread,
of the left wine?
Do you beseeching
noise of footsteps,
the dreadful loneliness
of the taken off veil?
I was born to sail away
to touch the land of my dreams
but evil wind filled my sails
and finally I lost my way.
The ship run aground of my life
and now, I lie here broken,