Poetry of Jim Morrison

Poetry can be pretty revealing, can't it?

Last Christmas, I received Wilderness: The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison. I was looking over some of his poems, and some of them really tell a lot about who he was. I will cut some examples in the blog. Let me know what you think it says about him.

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a quality of ignorance,
self-deception maybe be
necessary to the poet's
survival.

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Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.

Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger.

Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.

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If the writer can write, &
the farmer can sow
Then all miracles concur,
appear, & start happening
If the children eat, if their
time of crying was Mid-
Night

The earth needs them
soft dogs on the snow
Nestled in Spring
When the sun makes wine
& blood dances dangerous
in the veins or vine

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What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things are not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything

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Accomplishments:

To make works in the face
of the void
To gain form, identity
To rise from the herd-crowd

Public favor
public fervor

even the bitter Poet-Madman is
a clown
Treading the boards