Jim Morrison/ The lizard king

He writes his words

With 1000 pounds of escape

Heavy

Weighed

Screams insanities while

Riding the snake

Convulsing as seizures

Chomping on the bit

Frothing

Wild in his brown

Windows

Dark inner demons

Smiling at depression

Howling at the sun

Inching the healthy fragments of skin

On to dust on his microphone

Not a vocalist

But a poet

Medium to the dark and light

May be nothing more

Than a voice to speak with

Eyes to watch from

Existence to invade 

Influential legend

Once walked among us

Blessings us with his beauty

Shaking us with his tremor

With his roar

Making flames of my soul with his words

Our shaman king.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

I had never heard of Jim Morrison before reading this poem. I had to actually do a Google search to learn more about him. This poem was intriguing that at really peaked my curiosity. You chose some very interesting words as a tribute to this musical artist. I think you did a great job here.

[alan khan]

this is amazing. awesome job. really great work.

[William]

this is cra-a-a-azy good. it's... like an acid trip or something. very surreal. i quite enjoyed it--good job! :]

[Kelley]

Love the Doors! And you did Jim proud by this poem.

Thanks for sharing,
Kelley

[babyblue]

wow i love this poem ,and i love jim morrison hes like my idol anyways this a realy awsome poem about jim morrison.

[Tomás Ó C..]

While a cool singer, like all his type, the engery and dance came from the assistance of drugs...