An American Prayer

AN AMERICAN PRAYER
by James Douglas Morrison

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the agesCelebrate symbols from deep elder forests[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?
The moon is a dry blood beastGuerilla bands are
rolling numbers in the next block of green vineamassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of beinggrant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dyingWe live, we die& death not ends itJourney we more into the NightmareCling to life our passion'd flowerCling to cunts & cocks of despairWe got our final vision by clapColumbus' groin got filled with green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatreTo propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streetsThe barns are stormedThe windows kept& only one of all the restTo dance & save usW/ the divine mockery of wordsMusic inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts we were promisedWhere is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine)
resident mockerygive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flight& velvet hourWe of arabic pleasure's breedWe of sundome & the night
Give us a creedTo believeA night of LustGive us trust inThe Night
Give of colorhundred huesa rich Mandalafor me & you
& for your silkypillowed housea head, wisdom& a bed
Troubled decreeResident mockeryhas claimed thee
We used to believein the good old daysWe still receiveIn little ways
The Things of Kindness& unsporting browForget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in a school bookDid you know madmen are running our prisonw/in a jail, w/in a gaolw/in a white free protestantMaelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredomWe're reaching for death on the end of a candleWe're trying for something That's already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our owngrand purple thrones, those chairs of lust& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams& muzak, AM, rocks their dreamsNo black men's pride to hoist the beamswhile mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dustScratched on foreheads of walls of trustThis is just jail for those who mustget up in the morning & fight for such
unusable standardswhile weeping maidensshow-off penury & poutravings for a madstaff
Wow, I'm sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouth
Cruel bindingsThe servants have the powerdog-men & their mean womenpulling poor blankets overour sailors(& where were you in our lean hour)Milking your moustache?or grinding a flower?I'm sick of dour facesStaring at me from the T.V.Tower. I want roses inmy garden bower; dig?Royal babies, rubiesmust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealfor the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed gardenDo you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on strange hour unannounced, unplanned forlike a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bedDeath makes angels of us all & gives us wingswhere we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dressThis other Kingdom seems by far the bestuntil its other jaw reveals incest& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not goPrefer a Feast of FriendsTo the Giant family

II

Great screaming ChristUpsy-daisyLazy Mary will get you upupon a Sunday morning
"The movie will begin in 5 moments"The mindless Voice announced"All those unseated, will awaitThe next show"
We filed slowly, languidlyinto the hall. The auditoriumwas vast, & silent.As we seated & were darkenedThe Voice continued:
"The program for this eveningis not new. You have seenThis entertainment thru & thru.You've seen your birth, yourlife & death; you might recallall of the rest -- (did youhave a good world when youdied?) -- enough to basea movie on?"
An iron chuckle rapped ourminds like a fist.
I'm getting out of hereWhere're you going?To the other side of the morningPlease don't chase the cloudspagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped himlike a warm friendlyhand.
"It's all right.All your friends are here."
When can I meet them?"After you've eaten"I'm not hungry"O, we meant beaten"
Silver stream, silvery scream,impossible concentration
Here come the comedianslook at them smileWatch them dancean indian mile
Look at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyone
Words dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticks
Plant themThey will growWatch them waver soI'll always bea word-manBetter than a birdman
But I'll chargeWon't get awayw/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it againaloud, you get the pointNo food w/out fuel's gain
I'll be, the irish loudunleashed my beakat peak of powers
O girl, unleashyour worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallenBackwoods by the blind
She smells debton my new collar
Arrogant proseTied in a network of fast questHence the obsession
Its quick to admitFats borrowed rhythmWoman came between them
Women of the world uniteMake the world safeFor a scandalous life
Hee HeeeCut your throatLife is a joke
Your wife's in a moatThe same boatHere comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood BloodThey're making a jokeof our universe

III

MatchboxAre you more real than meI'll burn you, & set you freeWept bitter tearsExcessive courtesyI won't forget

IV

A hot sick lava flowed up,Rustling & bubbling.The paper-face.Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.The LT. puzzled in again "ready to talk""No sir" -- was all he'd say. Go back to the gym. Very peaceful Meditation
Air base in the desertlooking out venetian blindsa planea desert flowercool cartoon
The rest of the Worldis reckless & dangerousLook at thebrothelsStag filmsExploration

V

A ship leaves portmean horse of another thicketwishbone of desiredecry the metal fox

Jim Morrison ~ His Astrological Chart.

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Jim Morrison was a Sagittarius, and in the Chinese Zodiac he was a Goat. Philosophical and creative, fiery yet laid back. A bit of a mixture really. All the right ingredients to make an amazing and interesting person, which he was. But, Goats are not that keen on attention and limelight. Most Sagittarians ofcourse crave it, thus leaving us with a person who is in constant battle whether to run and hide away from the glare of fame and fortune or nose dive straight into it and lap it up. Jim seemed to do both. Often.

Goats are floaty creative souls who would prefer never to work but still have a good flow of money coming in, so as to keep the many books and other materialistic supplies rolling in. So Jim living on a roof top taking copius ammounts of drugs and writing poetry and lyrics surrounded by books is about right really!!

The people who live under the sign of the Goat crave security. They need a place to call home. They need a familiar face and somewhere to curl up and disolve into, forgetting the trials of the world they leave behind outside. Unfortunatly, the Sagittariun craves adventure so the poor Goat is pulled from his sanctuary and thrust into some "exciting" new experience! great! burn out time.

As for members of the opposite sex, let's just say there are plenty of those also and the want for more is well, greedy quite frankly!

Pamela Courson, the steady constant in Jim's life. Not that their relationship was constant ofcourse, but her presence was. Anyone else (in my opinion) was simply an outlet for his need to be loved and looked after and made to feel like a king, albeit a reptilian one. Not to mention way too sexy for his own good! (my own opinion again, but one I know is shared by millions).

Discography

1967

~

1997

The Doors (1967)

Strange Days (1967)

Waiting For The Sun (1968)

The Soft Parade (1969)

Morrison Hotel (1970)

L.A Woman (1971)

Absolutely Live (1970)

Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine (1972)

The Best Of The Doors (1973)

An American Prayer - Jim Morrison (1978) His poetry put to music

The Doors Greatest Hits (1980 )

Alive, She Cried (1983)

An American Prayer
re-issued with new material (1995)

The Doors Box Set (1997

Poetry

THE FEAR

Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial and jail seem almost
friendly)

a Kiss in the Storm

(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
scape populous & arching
coolly)

A barn
a cabin attic

Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window

fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon

I'm freezing

animals
dead

white wings of
rabbits

grey velvet deer

The Canyon

The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE

Sudden movements

& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night

The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker

Afraid of wolves
& his own
Shadow

POWER

I can make the earth stop in it's tracks.

I made theblue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.

I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things.

I can change the course of nature.

I can place myself anywhere inspace or time.

I can summon the dead.

I can perceive events on other worlds,in my deepest inner mind & in the minds of others.

I Can

I Am.

THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

The 1st electric wildness cameover the people on sweet Friday.

Sweat was in the air.

The channel beamed,token of power.

Incense brewed darkly.

Who could tell them that hereit would end?

One school bus crashed w/ a train.

This was the Crossroads. Mercury stained. I couldn't get out of my seat.

The road was litteredw/ dead jitterbugs. Help,we'll be late for class.

The secret flurry of rumormarched over the yard &pinned us unwittinglyMt. fever.

A girl stripped naked on the base of the flagpole.

In the restrooms all was cool & silentw/ the salt-green of latrines.

Blankets were needed. Ropes fluttered.

Smiles flattered & haunted.

Lockers pried open & secrets discovered.

Ah sweet music.

Wild sounds in the night Angel siren voices.

The baying of great hounds.

Cars screaming thru gears & shrieks on the wild road Where the tires skip & slide into dangerous curves.

Favorite corners.

Cheerleaders raped in summer buildings.

Holding hands & bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways for a mind.

Hands kept time. The climate altered like a visible dance.

Night-time women.

Wondrous sacraments of doubt Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt in the womb's pit hole below The belt of the beast

This is my own personal favourite!

I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes

I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply

The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain

And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain

The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Wilderness Volume 1
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"This is the strangest life I've ever known."

Quotes By Jim Morrison

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"A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself."
Jim Morrison

"Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs."
Jim Morrison

"Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence."
Jim Morrison

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."
Jim Morrison

"Drugs are a bet with your mind."
Jim Morrison

"Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors."
Jim Morrison

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."
Jim Morrison

"Film spectators are quiet vampires."
Jim Morrison

"Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is."
Jim Morrison

"Hatred is a very underestimated emotion."
Jim Morrison

"I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical."
Jim Morrison

"I am the lizard king. I can do anything."
Jim Morrison

"I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us."
Jim Morrison

"I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown."
Jim Morrison

"I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something."
Jim Morrison

"I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable."
Jim Morrison

"I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then - whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again, and they won't be able to forget me - ever."
Jim Morrison

"I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments."
Jim Morrison

"I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences."
Jim Morrison

"I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. I want the freedom to try everything."
Jim Morrison

"I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom."
Jim Morrison

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."
Jim Morrison

"It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice".
Jim Morrison

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."
Jim Morrison

"Love cannot save you from your own fate."
Jim Morrison

"Music inflames temperament."
Jim Morrison

"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend. "
Jim Morrison

"Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies."
Jim Morrison

"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts."
Jim Morrison

"The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death."
Jim Morrison

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."
Jim Morrison

"The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder."
Jim Morrison

"The time to hesitate is through."
Jim Morrison

"There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors."
Jim Morrison

"Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence."
Jim Morrison

"We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict."
Jim Morrison

"When you make your peace with authority, you become authority."
Jim Morrison

"Where's your will to be weird? "
Jim Morrison

"Whoever controls the media, controls the mind."

Jim Morrison

Footage of Jim.

"Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: just curiosity."

Jim Morrison

I have been a huge fan of The Doors and Jim Morrison since I was 14. There is something about the lead singer that sets him apart from everyone else who has proceeded him.

Born in Clearwater California on the 8th December 1943, James Douglas Morrison it seemed was destined for a life of the extraordinary. And that is what he got. From poetry to film making, sleeping on roof tops to being too shy to sing facing an audience, Jim's life tripped fantastically between the light and the dark.Love and Death.

And next to him was his love, Pamela Courson, who people refer to as Jim's "long suffering girlfriend". She was enchanted by Jim as were many. Then locked inside his world unable to find escape or the reason to wish for it.

It was as if his poetry came to life. He lived his words. Not always a good thing. His love of alcohol and drugs led him on a many beautiful trail of fantasy, but sadly leading in the end, only to his own destruction.