Put your arms around me
Now come lay beside me
We can just stay
there till the sun comes up
kissing is fine with me
I want to you feel your lips
with mine. I want to
make it last a long time
When I'm with you everything is fine.
I never knew what
it meant to be real
I thuught all this was a joke,
I never let the horror, or
the sweetness & the dignity
penetrate my brain"
"Let me up to see
the window. Dark Riders
pass in the sunset
comeing home from
raiding parties.
The taverns will be
full of laughter, wine,
dangerous knife throws.
Antonio will be there
& that whore, Blue Lady
playing cards with silver
decks &smiling at the night
& full glasses held aloft
& soilled to the mood.
I'm sad, so full of sadness"
Poem by Jim Morrison...
My meat is real.
My hands-how they move
My hair-so twined & writhing
The skin of my face- pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm humam
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
Poem by Jim Morrison...
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ectasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulss that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self
Let's recreate the world.
The palaceof conception is burning.
Look. See it burn
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything
Poem by Jim Morrison...
the pain you put me through
shoot me up and send me off
I need to escape the pain
Your torture is unbearable
get me high
get me a new drug
give me more
the old one wore off
so I don't feel
feel the tears rush down my face
feel the hopelessness in my heart
see the sadness in my eyes
your wicked game's breaking me apart
I just can't take it anymore
the pain is still right here
it's all your fault
get me high
high off you
give me more
I need so much more
more than you used to
I need some more
to just get by
give me more
before I die
the same that's in my heart
the breeeze blows through the window
the curtains move and sway
I dream of times when I thought I was happy
to make my sadness go away
Nobody tries to hug me
nobody dares to speak
I wonder if they'd miss me
if my death I was to seek
I tear off my clothes
and I throw them all around
I lie down on the floor
barely making a sound
I stare into the darkness
wondering what I see
i'm wishing so bad that it is you
but I know that could never be
I close my eyes and imagine
I pretend taht you are here
I dream that I am not alone
you chase away my fear
My thoughts begin to echo
through my mind
sending signals to my heart
a soul I can never find
I squirm around on the carpet
a pukey shade yellow
I try to focus on happy things
it's been so long since I have seen
my life is so extreme
it's so dark and cold and empty
but it's never what it seems
I run my fingers through my dreads
I wipe my tears away
the floor is completely soaking wet
but it's just another day
I crawl over to the window
and gaze up at the stars
my one deep moment of calmness
I wonder where you are
it's empty and it's lonely
there's nothing I can do
but sit here in the chilling dark
and wish and dream of you
My mind is spinning in circles
The dimly lit room gets dimmer
My hand shakes like I've never felt
I'm scared for an unknown reason
I feel like I could cry
I take a deep breath
The music suddenly gets louder
The tension overwhelming
Waiting for the phone to ring
If I concentrate hard enough
I can hear the clock ticking
On the other side of the room
I sit down on the dirty floor
and scrawl my lonely words
I look around my room
At the posters slowly falling off my wall
With older memories
They no longer mean a thing
Lying in a box
The new ones they mean nothing also
But who really gives a shit?
I'm sitting here all naked
Dreaming about you
and when I get really bored
I close my eyes
and wait
just wait and wait and wait...
He likes the the attic of an aging house.
His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
He loops in crazy figurers half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.
But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen.
For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
you make me want to die
you make me want to touch myself
you make me want to touch you
you make me cry
you tell me it'll be ok
you make everything all better
you make me want to sing
you make me want to run away
you make me want to hide
you make me want to kiss you
you make me want to take my clothes off
you make me want to strip you down
you make me want to fuck you
you make me want to stop
you make me want to off myself
you make me beg to be on top
you make me have to fantasize
you make me have to dream
you make me have to tell them lies
you make me tell the truth
you turn me on
