He called us to feast
with him telling us
to tell him our dreams.
Conversations among
friends are lies that
we choose to believe.
He told us one mans truth
may be another mans lie.
Let us not be worried
so much of the words we
speak but the actions we do.
Let us create the new tomorrow
for we are gods in mortal form
we have true power but don't know it.
Power to create
power to destroy
offspring comes forth from
a mothers womb.
We start to crawl
then we walk
then we run
Run from a warm prison
mothers arms.
Roaming,wandering lost
in the wilderness
doing others biding.
Death Greets me
now I live.
A contest entry
- for disciples of the Lizard King, Jim Morrison Prompts by lunarlunacy.
580 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you did it again:)
Like the directions you take the reader in from one realm to the next, which are all tied together.
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Great stuff...
Great narrative, rhythm & flow...
Some great home-spun wisdom & truths throughout that leave one contemplative & ponderous...
All in all, great write that was both compelling & thoughtful in & of itself...
Well done!!!
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Let us not be worried
so much of the words we
speak but the actions we do...
He told us one mans truth
may be another mans lie...
WOWZER!!! this is a GREAT example of what you are capable of ... i love this piece ... very godlike in itself but def. reminds me of a morrison piece ... good luck in the contest!!!!
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this exuthes the spirit of Morrison, thanks for sharing this with us all. has that whole "my only friend, the end" feel to it.
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