DECONSTRUCTING JIM MORRISON (Prose to lay off that Cinderella poem and elaborate a facebook profile pic description)

People have claimed that at the climax of Jim Morrison’s “mockery on God”, God took his life. He died.

Perhaps people say that upon perceiving some unconventional poetry of his such as this segment of one of his works:

And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night

eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean

Is it rolling, God

in the Persian Night?

On that, all I can say is this:

“In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: a righteous man perishing in his righteousness, and a wicked man living long in his wickedness.” – Ecclesiastes 7:15

At first I thought Jim Morisson is an anti-Christ. But the more I read his works, poetry… the more I see and feel him seeking Christ. Besides, he most wrote His name with the appropriate capital letters, one thing that requires absolute belief and great reverence. Afterall… he speaks of the garden of Eden as he admits the worst he is in… and desperate to return… (“God’s strength is best seen in our weaknesses” says most people)… He pleads as a true believer:

“There’s a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born

Now I’m a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you’re gone

& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world

Where friends do lie and drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens”

– excerpts from his “PARIS JOURNAL”

“I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.”
– Proverbs 8:17

I do not know Jim Morrison personally. But from his genius works, lamentations perhaps, this Light I’ve found.

I use his poem TIME WORKS LIKE ACID in this profile picture:

Xyldrae's most judged Profile Picture on Facebook

…because it says many different things, good and bad, challenging the perciever to behold God’s and man’s art, one of the two, or something plain superficial to be taken in a worldly manner. And perceptions change every second as sights do, even still photographs… Herein, “a hundred similar girls succeed each other”.

I only look down on people to understand their worst, and through their overcoming, behold their best whether the best has taken form or not.

Jim Morrison (from wikipedia.org)

By the way… I’m driven to write about Jim Morrison after a poetry-reading session with my Babes, Sherylene De La Cruz. We understand these things perfectly together, discussions unnecessary. After reading each other random works of his, epiphanies, we came up with our own scribbles:

THREE STEPS

As the wind blows, my knees weakened
and found myself in prayer.
The elements cast our heads bowed-
celestial inclination
after shrinking’s end
Off to the tunnel of glory
casting away all the fury – Let there be
drought for deep awakening!

—

SOME KIND OF FUNERAL

Dirge for the superficial will,
The sheep,
The crab,
The maggots,
And the geniuses in ghost-disguise.
A funeral for the
Abortionists
Of Art,
Of Life

Look for that insight
Embedded on the estranged heart.
Be it welcomed. Nourished. Flourished.
No digging of shallow holes
Of/For the rotten.

But explore that Black Hole
That’s existence’s already to You known!

Eternity
Was and Is

Always a part of You.

The perfect pessimists together, digging the Light from the worst, becoming greater optimists by the hour, and optimism has no bounds.

This shall void the “laying off” part but here’s the link to the Cinderella poem (just click the sentence).

20. January 2010 | Categories: Music, Poetry and Prose | Tags: cinderella poem, death and poetry, deconstruction, deconstruction of cinderella, facebook profile picture, garden of Eden, inspiration, jim morrison, paris journal, poetry nights, seeking God, sherylene de la cruz, some kind of funeral, three steps, time works like acid, Xyldrae | Leave a comment