Out Here
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,
out here we are stoned immaculate.
wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,
out here we are stoned immaculate.
James Douglas (Jim) Morrison
Labels: Jim Morrison, Out Here, poetry, the doors
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 2:55 AM
5 Comments:
Morrison was a poetic genius, madly creative and oozing in talent.
I think my favorite song he wrote was Crystal Ship...no, I know my favorite song he wrote was crystal ship.
Thank you for the words of encouragement. xx, Lori
my friend Dalton would have been 43 today. He died 10 years ago. He was an amazing poet and he loved Jim Morrison. In a strange way James you've always reminded me of him. This is perfect!
Lori. Ah. Crystal Ship. I know it well. Indeed he was a genuis in his own respect, in many respects. And he has my respect, and always will....
Dave. I am honored to have such beautiful thoughts bestowed upon me. Strange. Yes. "People are strange." Aren't they, brother....
Happy Birthday, Dalton. You, too, live on in many realms of hearts and minds....
ah, the things you publish here are always so clear and thoughful. I feel speechless, but deeply touched.
Aloha James..
I love Morrison's work. I adore stone immaculate, have the album.
"Let's steal the eye that sees us all.."
Peace n friendship..Kai
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