Jim Morrison

MUSICAL METEMPSYCHOSIS

I like to think
That Jimi-Janis-Jim
All J’s
All 27
And, well, let’s add John
Older, but still a J
And then Kurt
27, but one letter over
And, yeah, Amy also 27
I like to think
They all transmigrated
And don’t remember
But because their music is
Timeless
Classical
It would play
On the radio everyday
Or come up first on an internet search
As THE song of the singer
And one day they’d stop
Then shrug and think
Deja Vu
(I know, a misused word)
But when they sit still and listen
A feeling of happiness
Of love
For the music and words
Of maybe
Purple Haze
Kozmic Blues
Riders on the Storm
Imagine
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Back to Black
And although they may not be
Singers, musicians, songwriters
This time
They are in the right place
To hear and see
Results of their legacy
So all you people
Born after their deaths
Have a one in a–
Well, I was never good at Math
But a one in a something chance
Of housing a musical soul
Maybe we would all appreciate life
If we thought of who we may have been
Of who we will be
Sometimes so hard
To love ourselves the proper way
I define the proper way
As loving oneself
And by extension
Others
Without the intention of doing harm
Love fully
Love non-violently
Because
All we really do need is love…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Creative Commons

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I still get chills

Listening to Jim Morrison

Seemingly singing to a lonely woman

But really confirming his identity

To a cold and frightening universe

Chanting the anagram of his name

Mr. Mojo Rising

How envious I am

That his name was so magical

His poetry perfection

His voice

His music

His knowledge

Touching the souls

Of confused and frightened teens

Way back while our friends

Disappeared into the door

Of the war

And we took up his chant

Bopping our heads in cars

Or while grasping our new

Transistor radios in bed

Ear plugs connecting us

As we mouthed the words

So our parents wouldn’t hear

And forbid us to listen, through fear

As we sang Jim’s incantation

To the stars…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

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