The black mamba takes the stage The shaman screaming A fit of rage The leather rider in his cowboy shoes Swirling mad Got those running blues Dark music pumping The poetry flows Crowd in a trance Rhyme and reason The poet's prose His lines of verse are too perverse The secrets of your inner self exposed Up and down All around Violent energy The soul of a clown The magic circle The four artists On the same plane A shared mind One collected conciousness The front-man is an outlaw Wanted for obcenity And lewd conduct A keyboard god Of stride piano A guitar satyr Master of slide A furious uptight drummer Sounds of guns, thunder They are the band The one to listen to Defined music And they call themselves The Doors
dude sweet...i was just listening to"the end" last night..anyways totally wicked poem the brilliant facts about a brilliant band.great job man
Thanks alot guys, this is one that I had in my head for a long time, I just didn't get arounfd to writing it until yesterday.
1854—91, French poet who had a great influence on the symbolists and subsequent modern poets, b. Charleville. A defiant and precocious youth, Rimbaud at 16 sent some poems to Verlaine, who liked his work and invited him to Paris. In 1872—73 the two poets lived together in London and Brussels. In a drunken quarrel Verlaine fired a pistol, wounding Rimbaud, and their relationship ended. Rimbaud returned home and finished Une Saison en enfer (1873), a confessional autobiography in which he renounces his former hellish life and his work. At an undetermined time he produced Les Illuminations, consisting of prose poems that transcend all traditional syntax and narrative elements. Rimbaud is thought to have stopped writing poetry at the age of 19, and he never wrote another literary work. Thereafter, he wandered throughout Europe and N Africa, working in various jobs, from circus cashier to commercial traveler to African gunrunner, and engaging in numerous business ventures. Six months after the amputation of his leg due to cancer, he died in Marseilles at 37. Rimbaud's poetry has been called hallucinatory because the poet seems to write not of material reality but of his dreamworld; his technique anticipates the symbolists in its suggestiveness, its abstract verbal music, and its images drawn from the subconscious. "Le Bateau ivre" ( "The Drunken Boat" ) is an outstanding example. Rimbaud's works were published by Verlaine in several posthumous editions, the first complete collection appearing in 1898.
A movie call Total Eclipse with Leonardo Dicaprio was made of this poet life. 2 if you include Verlaine. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114702/
Fuck writing about Jim Morrison go do 100 hits of acid and break on through thats what he would rather have you do
First of all, this poem is about The Doors. Second, if I could find and afford 100 hits of acid, I would eat it. I was just expresing myself and I don't know how you would know what Morrison would want me to do.
Dude that's a sweet poem. I love the doors so much. And to the that tool who was goin on about morrison. First off Morrison only did a bit of acid. He did mescaline (poete buttons) and reefer (that man could roll a j) other shit but hardly ever did acid.Get your shit straight
you must be totaly out of your mind to claim Jim Morrison did not do acid. I have read numrous bio's about him and have been a huge Doors fan for years. I know just about everything about Jim you can without actually meeting him. Jim did acid extensivly when he was in Venice California living on rooftops, this was the time period in which he said he heard Doors concerts in his head and had to write down all the lyrics. Jim would be tripping on ACID all the time. Yes, he did also do Peyote and smoked a shit load of weed, where you got the idea that he can roll a good j, I don't know. Now, i don't know why your all so hostile. I liked the poem, but all I was saying was that if your a doors fan you should enjoy breaking through. You can't REALLY understand the Doors and Jim's lyrics until you have done so.
To show I know what im talking about when it comes to Morrison, i wrote my own little poem about him as an example, hope you enjoy it LizardKingMike. Lonely child reading to escape Nietzche's will to power he seized his fate In his younger years he moved from town to town tellin' all to face their fears if they want to get down headed out to the west to attend an art film school found out he was like the rest and was sick of elder's rule dropped out dropped hits began to shout in frantic fits Found Ray in the sunny sand sang moonlight drive to make him understand and so began a legend's band Made the music sound just right Went around to find a show journeyed into hopeless night and found Whisky a Go-Go Who is this psycho everyone asked as he danced and the music blast Kill the father, fuck the mother he became the demon lover Break on through, was what we said run with him, as he led Tellin' all to take a chance and do a shaman fire dance Raging darkness went with him he was no flower child filled his cup to the brim and went fuckin' wild Music of orgsamic flow the magic it would bring Jim claimed to always know We would remeber the Lizard King Like a comet he flew by in his youth, he would die He always wanted to reach the end cause he knew, there would be none like him ...again
That poem is very accurate, but the one I wrote was more about The Doors experience on the stage. I really liked it, it's just that I was going for something completely different.
I like it. And I LOVE Jim Morrison and The Doors too! I wrote a few poems for Jim. I can post them here sometime soon. Peace, Michelle
