"If A Man Treats Life Artisticaly His Brain Becomes His Heart"
"Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast."
"What Does It Profit A Man If He Gains The Whole World When Loses His Own Soul?"
-Quotes From The Picture Of Dorian Grey
To do a common thing, uncommonly well, brings success." -Henry John Heinz
"A friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself." -- Jim Morrison
"Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors." -- Jim Morrison
"I offer images- I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached- like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors, we can't drag people through. I can't free them unless they want to be free. Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up. A person has to be willing to give up everything- not just wealth. All the bullshit that he's been taught- all society's brainwashing. You have to let go of all that to get to the other side. Most people aren't willing to do that." -- Jim Morrison
"I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it." -- Jim Morrison
"I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again...and they won't be able to forget me- ever." -- Jim Morrison
"That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act- and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession." - Jim Morrison
I saw a bird flyin' over head
I look up to see what it was doin'
but he was just flyin' and circlin' me
I kept walkin' but it would follow me.
I told him to leave because
I did not want to see him
such a pest would not leave
I screamed a little louder
he came a little closer.
Eventually he was right over head
Now this time I asked politely for him
to go away for I really didn't want
to see him anymore
He swooped down and plucked out
both my eyes and I guess he flew away
I'm not so sure I couldn't really see
A little sad, a little happy
at least I won't see you anymore
and I picked a direction
and headed through the darkness.
Welcome to my mind KX
-MJP('08)
Ah what a waste of time
this has been such
a fine line between
the edge of insanity
i walk alone and aimlessly
through the darkest part
of this land and i cant
begin to understand why
i tried so desperately
to arrise in your heart
and be the lucky guy and
hold you by my side
I made myself fall in love with you
and i tried to steal your heart
im a thief and this is the part
where the ice freezes my heart
and i start to think again
not of you but the things
i would do for you
Then the fire burns inside
my heart begins to die
and then i realize
the time has come
to write down simple words
that i think sound good
and when i say them
i think they could make you feel
like i would when i realize
a poems about me.
____________________
I can't have her
and never will
I can only get sadder
but my heart beats still
I love her
and I always will
It doesn't matter
and my heart stays still.
-MJP ('06)
I wish I could title this "Hyacinth House"
I live
in a tiny glass house
and rest
in a soft dream life
It's the season
of death and the earth
is soft
but my minds
all tangled
It's pretty obvious
I'm in a dream life
for the hyacinths
keep murmuring words
that foreshadow
acts of grace
I grip onto the moonlight
outside my window
and forget about the tangles
within the house
my visions bleary
so I pause for a second
and at last the glass flowers shimmer and
I spring up
from the ground
hitting my head
on the tiny ceiling
I forget the danger of living
in such a tiny house
and wish for a graceful life
without glass houses
I twisted my way
outside
to the hyacinth garden
and they scream
the moonlight shimmers
and I murmur my airy words
that carry me
back to my grandeur life
of reality.
-MJP('08)
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