King's highway

King's highway

A Poem by Hollow Man

This is the end beautiful friend, this is the end my only friend

 

And I still hurt.

 

My face is a smoldering pit, my heart a metronome

Keeping rhythm, a haunting beat in my head

But I don’t believe in this existence, or one after it.

 

I don’t believe in time but it believes in me.

 

I don’t believe in love either.

 

The end, of our elaborate plans, the end, of everything that stands, the end…

 

They had no right to bring me here,

 Now I have none to disappear

ha-ha-ha.

 

I’d rather be a robot than at the will of a sick-humored creator.

 

I can hear his pompous roaring laugher,

His breath reeks of french-fry grease and kerosene

And no way in hell does he cart round all his holy books.

 

So I don’t sleep to save the disappointment in waking up again

And I’m sure to pass by twenty seven.

 

Death is in my hands.

 

Laugh at that b***h.

 

Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand in a…desperate land

 

I sit to see the different shades of gray

That are displayed in the many strangers’ faces,

With labels as names and brains for brains

Are. Any. Really. Ever. Satisfied.

 

I don’t believe in love.

 

And all the children are insane, all the children are insane waiting for the summer rain

 

To wash it all away, to wash it all away

 

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, and

And he came to a door…and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother…I want to…WAAAAAA

 

The End

-Jim Morrison

© 2010 Hollow Man


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Deep and powerful write, the repetition of "I don't believe in love" was a striking reminder of mindset...and using Morrison's poem at the end was a great punch!

Posted 13 Years Ago


WOHOOOOOOOO LOL Jim rocks! A classic if I may so :)
A poignant reminder of skill!
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


Brutally efficient... doors is always cool and jim was a poet first

Posted 14 Years Ago


the pain is visible as star strobes~ tactile as the razor edge of a downpour~ and the blending of Morrison's words with the rich subliminals is seamless~

Posted 14 Years Ago


Its a sad life, a bad life, one without hope or love
Its a bad life, a sad life, one without the ones you love

cant think of what else to say, i came i read, i commented

Posted 14 Years Ago


Doors opening dead smiles upon your haunting portrayal, appearance/disappearing life and times, subtle insight of the life and times, insanity, reality Jim shared.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Jim Morrison is still my favorite word man. I have a tape of him reading his poetry. A excellent poem. A wild journey with your words. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


i think you have hold of the strangers hand... in the desperate land... you just arent holding on tight enough... or are you? i love your poetry and ive read so much of it without reviewing but i will do that... a friend and me were reading it together and i thought it better to come back and review later... :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


powerful ..great write ! ^_^

Posted 14 Years Ago


A powerful write

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Hollow Man
Hollow Man

Stafford, VA



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I was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..

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