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