Jim Morrison

In the holy solipsism of the youngNow I can't walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck--- it rises.

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.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Let's swim to the moonLet's climb through the tideSurrender to the waiting worldsThat lap against our side.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

There are things known and there are things unknownand in between are the doors.

No one here gets out alive.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

People are strange . . .

Where's your will to be weird?

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Do you know we are being led toSlaughters by placid admirals& that fat slow generals are gettingObscene on young bloodDo you know we are ruled by t.v.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.

Look where we worship.