Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison was the Reptilian King,

Upon the highway an Indian’s spirit

Commandeered your fragile soul.

The Bohemian shrug, 

The Dark Room

We have all entered a dark room

Scared, fearless, and young

Of what monsters we’ll exhume. 

                                                      

How can I act normally insane?

When death has taken everyone

And everything that I'll never regain.

Lo, kept this pain within 

Neither God nor the River Jordan

Could wash away my sin. 

This dark room has no windows

To gaze out upon the refuge 

Of these silent innuendos. 

The coincidences of chance

And the universal of mistakes

That led to romance.

Those who offer condolences 

With their synthetic smiles

And parapet fences. 

The last pursuit

Of angling and dangling 

For irrevocable and irretrievable fruit. 

How many years

Upon this unforgiving earth 

Man wastes with useless tears?

Hardesty Humor

 

I slept like a rock last night, one rolling over a cliff. 

 

We travel from one place to another-

the huddle-fuddle of life

going from one frame of Hell

into another frame of Hell.

Where is the mythical charmer? 

The one who holds all Truths and

Answers, yet hides away forever

never rewarding or listening.

The Jesus’ imprint of ignorance 

walks upon the millennium.

Still, people are molested by the lies.

Life eventually corrupts morality,

disappointment the redeeming and 

ending answer. 

Misery

 

Misery is an exclusive club where more members are

welcome than happiness. 

God Laughs

When the rocket wizards in Peenemünde decided 

to aid the madman, the island where the V-weapon

program hoisted 

Timing

 

  Timing is everything in life, just ask a swatted fly. 

- Lord Piddlepuck