Ode To Jim Morrison Poem by Wayne Falconer

Hey Jim's dead and gone
left me here to sing his song.
I've got the shamans muse.
I've got the shamans blues.

Hey Jim what did you know.
Where did your spirit go.
Awaken upon dawns highway sky
immersed within the television eye.

The wild rebellious sixties child
rolling the high dice wild
elegantly profane madly to inspire
burning with original fire.

Hey Jim battering conformity door
attuned only to natural law
playing Byron's horned ring beast
dining upon the pork fork feast.

The Glowing charismatic flame
courting stardom taunting fame.
Did you appear immaculately hip
to communicate 'The Doors' trip.

Hey Jim shining poetic brother.
Dreamer and potent music lover
exploding like jewelled starlight
celebrating the endless night.

The demon saint of outrage
invoking magic upon rock stage
creating shamanistic chant trance
inviting the spirit tribal dance.

Hey Jim king of the chess game
courting theatre of the insane
allowing 'The Doors' music to heal
while the universe spins the wheel.

The astral stars shall burst
as we embrace the final verse
upon artist poets lovers tonight
finally before we embrace the light.

Hey Jim's dead and gone
left me here to quote his song.
I've got the shamans muse.
I've got the shamans blues.