"I saw a lynching
Met the strange men of the southern swamp
Cypress was their talk
Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white gods."
Met the strange men of the southern swamp
Cypress was their talk
Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white gods."
(via whowasrimbaud)
Hour For Magic
Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure’s breed
We of the sundome
& the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
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If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Jim Morrison
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
Jim Morrison
Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages. Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests.
Jim Morrison
