Saturday, April 15, 2006

A word of caution : A tribute

Just before I started spitting wisdom from between my two jaws and the cone shaped formation of the lips, I must know about a certain wise man. So instead of exploring surfaces of my creativity, I for once shall succumb to the valleys and oceans of maxims he once wrote. A word of caution...

The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
With the divine mockery
Of words
Music inflames temperament

The program for this evening is not new,
You've seen this entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth, your life and death,
You might recall all of the rest.
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains on infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us,
Everything is broken up and dances.

--- Jim Morrison
(One of those few who managed to grow long hair and be wise at the same time)

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