Jim’s Grave

Jim’s Grave

Jim's grave

My stop on the Metro, Pere Lachaise

with rose plants in hand to visit his grave,

I adore the sights and lush sounds of love

So much that I become her wanting slave.


A thick misty haze obscures the city

The miasma staves the advancing sun

Morning dews mixed with chill, made it crispy

An autumn candid in September’s run.


We visit Jim’s grave in division 6

A spot where light splits into the darkness

Removing the devils grasp from his lips

And returning back to us the artist


If only we felt his intensity

able to bask inside that smoking haze

Understood his altered propensities,

to die here once more and reborn each day.


Here I sit silent on this lonely stone

Above a satyr’s shell on the concrete

Surrounded by graffiti and alone

in contemplation I felt his heartbeat.


He lived as a poet able to sing

Swimming in competing chlorine dreamscapes

No sanctioned marionettes pulled his strings

Free from the dreadful superhero capes.


Defiant showman and nurtured teacher

His lectured stadiums full of specters

The praised idolatry from his creature

In papyrus lit upon water nectar.


Sweet release, homage of his requiem

The iron drums cadence his spoken word

The press flies rallied for his compendium

Poetic works buried and never heard


The devil’s hellhounds struggled with heaven

For claim of the purity in his soul

The Doors opened for the day of his reckon

And his skin bathed within etheric glow.

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
Paul Neglia

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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Jim’s Grave

  • May 29, 2017 at 4:09 AM

    Beautiful dear Paul, hauntingly beautiful, Your poem touch me in some deep levels specially that I find sme of Your painting images are pretty much of what I might write, great piece, wonderful, really a fine tribute… rest in peace Jim.

    • May 29, 2017 at 5:39 PM

      If youve ever had the privilige to listen to The Doors, Jim Morrison was an amazing writer, he had such great depth in his words. Thank you,so much for reviewing this tribute. Much appreciation my friend.

  • May 30, 2017 at 4:47 AM

    Music is my domain, as it sweeps through and completes me. This splendid tribute to one of rock’s most determined, yet misunderstood, poetic masters provides me a shining new avenue into his eternally wrapped soul. Thank you, my friend, for your magnificent words!

    • May 30, 2017 at 7:36 AM

      Thank you donald i am glad you enjoyed my tribute to Jim.

  • August 3, 2017 at 7:16 PM

    A very riveting testimony to a brilliant poet/artist/musician. I remember his works well, growing up in the 60’s in a haze of psychedelic drugs and reverberating music such as The Doors, Stones, Righteous Bros, James Brown and so many other icons, Jim Morrison stood out, tall among them. He definitely was a misunderstood artist, he lived his life to his beat, he died a melancholy death, possibly in a daze as he sunk beneath the depths of his own despair. He has definitely left a legacy that none of us will ever forget as we hang on his every tune. You sure have honored him beautifully with your eloquent poetic verse, bravo, well done, take a bow.

    • August 3, 2017 at 7:49 PM

      Thank you so much kind sir. I am a huge Doors fan and Jim was a very different type of poet/writer whom I appreciated for so many things. Thank you for your kind words.


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