Movie Poem:
The Doors

There lies an imaginary line dividing love and hate

vulgarity and elegance

serenity and hostility

compassion and atrocity

what happens when the line is blurred?

boundaries unrecognizable

can beauty be derived from disaster?

For Jim Morrison, confusion led to clarity

realizations to self destruction

a young boy, exposed to the harrowing truths of a savage world

witnessing final breaths leave static bodies innocence

violent images wash away youth

curiosity and disarray glisten the shore

Seeking a soft asylum

cursed with the burden of ferocity

the need to love

Cobra on his left, leopard on his right

creatures with power to kill

and will to survive

engines hum as life passes by

stopping for no-one,

some are left behind

tripping over broken spirits

forever immersed in lucid dreams and fictional utopias

while pain and anguish surface, gasping for air

Two personas looking two different ways

Taking two different paths

turning a blind eye to the ugly truth of drug abuse

embracing illusions and misconceptions

hands used to set a closet ablaze

hands used to stroke the locks of a lover

lips wrapped around a bottle of whisky

demons creeping up beside him

lips seducing women with wise words spoken

a mind struggling to come to grips with normalcy

a mind unraveling, spiraling beyond control

A final escape to a majestical place

Paris, where lights shine bright into men' souls

The strong can sustain it

The weak shrivel into the dark corner reserved for placidity

'This is the end, beautiful friends, the end... of our elaborate plans...no safety or surprise...the end, I'll never look into your eyes, again.'

Jim Morrison stared bravely into the eyes of death

yet valued life and all of it's complexities


'Can you picture, what will be, so limitless and free... the end of laughter and soft lies
the end of nights we tried to die...this is the end'

His murderer wasn't a habit, a failed system, an organ

it was the blurred line

between love and hate

vulgarity and elegance

serenity and hostility

compassion and atrocity

what it means to live

and it what it means to die


'The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest.
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?'