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jabble524
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Hello, my name is Jason, and I am very glad to be here with fellow Doors fans. Their music is always of great inspiration to me because you can really hear Jim, Robbie, Ray, and John in all the songs. This is a poem that I wrote, if anyone has time I would love feedback. Hope all is well.

Awake

As I approach the portal, between consciousness and sleep
I smell the romantic aroma of peach mango scented candles
The sweet fragrance of burning apple cinnamon incense
And intoxicating cherry vanilla perfume, drifting across from the other side

When I crossover into dreams
I hear serpents and scoundrels, speaking in tongues
Sirens singing of carnal delights, for shipwrecked sailors
And a seductive symphony of unconscious desires

I see bright yellow eyes, glowing in the summer moonlight
The reaper and father time playing chess, one of them nearing checkmate
The Phoenix rising from the ashes, of forgotten senses
And vibrant colors of red, orange, blue, pink, and purple

I feel cold hands reaching out from the shadows
Warm breath on the back of my neck, my hairs standing on end
Smooth velvet skin crawling beneath silk sheets
And wet tongues that slither slowly across my chest

At an elegant banquet, I dine on the finest ambrosia
A flavorful assortment of tastes, with sweet spices and marinades
Lobster tails and crab legs, smoked salmon, glazed shrimp, and filet mignon
Cooked vegetables, forbidden fruit, cheesecake with caramel, and white wine

Across the crowded ballroom, and through a maze of forgettable faces
I see a beautiful woman in a black sequined dress
She has soft white skin and long auburn hair
Red fingernails and a radiant smile, behind crimson lipstick

Her eyes are mysterious and mesmerizing
The right one is light blue
And the left one is dark green
Neither seem confined by mortality, or concerned with time

After a few moments she notices my transfixed gaze
And our eyes meet in a moment of unconscious destiny
Then she smiles seductively, and confidently walks towards me
As she approaches, I can smell her intoxicating perfume
Stoned Immaculate
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Post by Stoned Immaculate »

Hi Jason,welcome to the forum.I really enjoyed reading your poem,it is very atmospherical.
MysticHeatedWine
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Post by MysticHeatedWine »

Welcome !! Nice poem !! Very evocative !! Although it's been awhile I used to write poetry and enjoyed reading your poem. :)
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I see no lasting energy in the truth and the truth is this: Truth and Energy elicited by the stoned."
Jim Morrison, Los Angeles, 1968
jabble524
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Thanks

Post by jabble524 »

Thanks. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and offer feedback. I do think it's important to enlighten all five senses. Ironically, I think this enlightenment is best achieved in dreams because we are not restrained by morality, religion, standards, insecurity, expectations, fear, etc. Rather, we can simply dive into the abyss of the unconscious mind. Hope all is well, and thanks again.
- Jason
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