the rise and fall of Mr. Mojo...

an ode to the lizard king...

God hitchhiked across the southwest

Lived on the roof of a venice apartment building

Lived on love street of laurel canyon

Howled his gospel on the sunset strip

He magnetized the masses

He freed the minds of the 1950’s zombies

Clad in tight leather pants

Billowing white linen shirt

His pen aglow with the red fierce rhetoric

Of chemical induced nirvana

He was the shaman who led generations

To the promised land

He was untouchable

To the laws and authorities of mortal men

But a slave to the bottled spirits

His apostles held him up

As he stained the streets of fantastic L.A.

The women loved him

The men wanted to be him

He was on fire

He was a killer on the road

Then…

The masks fell away

And he became an oddity

A curiosity

No one was listening to his commandments

They were only watching

Watching this god go down

And realize his mortality

He fled

Before the third crow of the red rooster

He sailed the crystal ship to paris

And the blue bus to the other side

And this…

This is the end….

My only friend…the end…

Author's Note

jim morrison was such a waste of talent...one of those stars that burned so brightly he burned out early...he was a lot of things to many...i became a fan of the doors after reading "an american prayer", one of jimbos books of poetry...the rest as they say...is history...

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

What a great tribute to one of my favorite performers of the 60's...that is when he could perform...saw him live several times....once so blitzed he couldn't get on stage..You were so absolutely "right on" throughout...I loved your references to titles and lyrics...and boy could he ever write lyrics...What losses the world had back in the 60's and early 70's starting with Brian Jones...through Jim, Janis and and Jimi...could you imagine what music was still alive in them when they died....I get nostalgic to this day....had every vinyl LP by each one...still do.
I so appreciate this poem, I'm at a loss...Like other writes about lost musicians, this could and should be put into song...it is easily that good...that graphic...that historic...anyone who didn't know before, certainly knows now who the Lizard King truly was.
I thank you for bringing me back to the man and his music.....it is never over...
it is never the end of the line...
allen

[KAREN]

Excellent write! I bet he would say so too!

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

Engraving my friend! looked passed the popularity trends and media stories into depth.. Please dont put another slap on my comment wall but never got to much into the doors. (I learned more from this than anything Ive overherd of it)

[Ruth]

Great song to go with this too lol You know I couldn't help but stop by again to see what video! :)

"Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free?"...........gotta LOVE Jim and The Doors!

Have you heard the poem I have on my profile of his beauty? So cool lol

[Samuel Dickens]

I knew who you were talking about well before the end. Probably because I've always been a big fan of Morrison and the Doors. Folks of my age can never forget the three "J's" that we lost in short succession...Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison. May the Lizard King always be remembered.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Fabulous tribute. No one here gets out alive, eh? Loved the rooster line.

Beautiful writing.

[Quinn Blackburn]

gorgeous wordcrafting and a wonderful tribute. It seems those that burn so brightly are destined to leave us the soonest. He still inspires though. Excellent work, Bradley! Always a pleasure and an inspiration to read your writing :o) wishing you laughter

[Michael of Gilead]

Are you challenging me to a drinking contest?

[Brad]

hahahahaha, mikey, i once tried to break his record of 21 mai tais in one sitting...i made it to 13 and blacked out....
the doors say there was two people...jim: who was happy, creative, and fun to be around. then there was who they called "jimbo": who was drunk, honory and didn't show up to most recording sessions

[Michael of Gilead]

Well, I certainly loved the Doors and still do to this day, i gladly enjoy being a 5 to 1 when i can, but the ghost crushed this fragile eggshelled mind once all came out about his behaviors and stupid self destuctions, I mean really, how can you perform after 20,000 mics of lsd? How long can one go on with that kinda intake? How long can talent survive that kind of destruction?
Sure when i was 18 i wanted to live his life, then i grew up...i like showers...3 squares a day.

Oh! The poem did do him justice Brad.