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The words…
Dead men’s voices leak unused wisdom
As they stagger through their celebrity
Wasted innocence, begging , asking, confused
Morrison crying, break on thru to the other side
Too late, too soon, too much, too attuned
He struggled with demons, beyond his ability
To ride the snake, to break on thru… his need to know
What lay beyond, hid behind…what more to come
In some distant bathtub, immune at last..he knew
Hendrix reached, striving for perfection he always had
But didn’t recognize, forever out of reach, wanting,
Needing, unsatisfied hunger…reaching for oblivion
Chasing the needle down the rabbit hole..(i’m late)
He bemoaned his demise, before he realized, time
Had ceased to exist, and still he reached….
How many more, great sounds, great words
Stretched beyond their ability
To control, how many more to go, grasping
Needing to know…what lay behind...what lay beyond
The words…
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A very profound and enlightening write.
It's sad when you see so many chasing
the elusive,looking for something that
isn't there or real - but to them it is.
warm hugs
Elga
Such a thought provoking write! Do any of us realize our potential, our greatness, be it with writing poetry or taking care of a family. So often the best of the world are the last to see their own greatness. Enjoyed the thoughts you provided here.
Sherry
that they sometimes cut to the bone!
This is an exceptionally well thought out and written set of
verses!
long after the poet is gone.
This one has much wisedom... well done!
:)
Firestarter
wasted lives! Superb poem!
Kudos for this great poem
The late Jim Morrison was a talented genius...particulary liked his song " Riders on the Storm "
Marvellous write
Peter