Jim Morrison
Smash Authority
The Afterglow
"Goodbye to you too, hehe!"
Keys. Lock. Connected.
Twist, turn, one swift movement.
Suddenly far down the road, the full stream of conciousness started to hit:
The Afterglow played it's bit.
The awareness of the feet on the pedals in the circular motion and the hands on the steering wheel of the bike.
The sky, it had dimension. No longer was it a flat plane, no longer were the clouds paint.
Numerous buildings with people in them with births, with childhoods, with love, death, hardships and the same feelings I am feeling now?
The dead dove on the street was not trivial, it hatched as a chick, grew up to be a chicken
(Don't trust me on this, doves are not my forte),
Died as garbage?
Instead of feeling like the smallest man that makes no difference,
Losing my ego, missing the center.
I felt bigger, bigger than ever.
Connected, like key and lock.
To play a larger part than just me.
To nurture a body, a soul and a person,
Everything CHANGED.
No longer did I move over the surface of the earth,
The earth moved beneath me, and I was going as hard as I could to stay where I was.
No longer did I want to stay in one spot. I wanted to move forward on this hamster wheel. I sped up.
TRAFFIC LIGHT. Stopped in my tracks and moved back again. Fell down in the wheel.
While realizations of grandure disappear, my real size once again became apparent, shrinking down to the size of an art, while the earth and it's human stains kept growing.
It wasn't a long ride home, a measly 15 minutes, but it seemed so, so much shorter.
Afterglows don't alwayslast long, sure,
But when an afterglow does hit,
Let it play it's bit
Twist, turn, in one swift movement,
Lock. Key. Connected.
"Welcome home again."
"Goodbye to you too, hehe!"
Keys. Lock. Connected.
Twist, turn, one swift movement.
Suddenly far down the road, the full stream of conciousness started to hit:
The Afterglow played it's bit.
The awareness of the feet on the pedals in the circular motion and the hands on the steering wheel of the bike.
The sky, it had dimension. No longer was it a flat plane, no longer were the clouds paint.
Numerous buildings with people in them with births, with childhoods, with love, death, hardships and the same feelings I am feeling now?
The dead dove on the street was not trivial, it hatched as a chick, grew up to be a chicken
(Don't trust me on this, doves are not my forte),
Died as garbage?
Instead of feeling like the smallest man that makes no difference,
Losing my ego, missing the center.
I felt bigger, bigger than ever.
Connected, like key and lock.
To play a larger part than just me.
To nurture a body, a soul and a person,
Everything CHANGED.
No longer did I move over the surface of the earth,
The earth moved beneath me, and I was going as hard as I could to stay where I was.
No longer did I want to stay in one spot. I wanted to move forward on this hamster wheel. I sped up.
TRAFFIC LIGHT. Stopped in my tracks and moved back again. Fell down in the wheel.
While realizations of grandure disappear, my real size once again became apparent, shrinking down to the size of an art, while the earth and it's human stains kept growing.
It wasn't a long ride home, a measly 15 minutes, but it seemed so, so much shorter.
Afterglows don't alwayslast long, sure,
But when an afterglow does hit,
Let it play it's bit
Twist, turn, in one swift movement,
Lock. Key. Connected.
"Welcome home again."
---
The Abstract Castle]
A story told in a thousand flavours,
Brought by a thousand hours of labour,
Comes into the mind, but never expressed,
Like pressure on you during a contest.
You know you have it, you know you can,
But something stops you, an invisible strongman,
However, once in a week, you have that gift,
Where everything fits perfectly, the amazing uplift.
No word repeats a mold, no detail untold,
Nothing found to be gold, just expression unfolds,
This moment of inspiration and insight,
A phrasal flight, perfect personal delight.
Jump down with me, to the point of no come-back,
Where the realms of fantasy and reality stream,
Jump down our forbidden well, that little crack,
Where we stash away our weirdest dreams.
It’s a fun place, an insane vacation,
Beyond hue, colour or saturation,
Shapes unshaped, matter doesn’t matter,
Every window of reality, shattered
An infinite war, bound by an absent chain,
Raging, back there in the deepest part of my brain,
Source of madness and primal frustration,
Yet, the backbone of my inspiration.
Jump down with me, to the point of no come-back,
Where the realms of fantasy and reality stream,
Jump down our forbidden well, that little crack,
Where we stash away our weirdest dreams.
The loveliest place in the tiny bowl of my brain,
So much to gain from going insane,
And plain to see, it is undoubtedly,
My deep sea of gloomy, happy Me.
My treasure chest of abstract truth,
It is there for my ego to soothe,
I look in the chest, it is empty,
Apart from the devil, I see Me.
Climb back up with me, to the point of going back
Where fantasy and reality split up again,
Climb out of this god forsaken well, the giant crack,
I never wish to go back to the source of this game.
This crazy game of going mad,
I don’t want to play anymore, this is bad,
Without my groundwork of reason,
I must commit this psychological treason.
WAKE UP!
Had this all existed, I can’t recall,
My body oozed in sweat, my forehead a fireball,
My legs shake, my fingers jitter,
I turn over once more, cold and bitter.
---
A story told in a thousand flavours,
Brought by a thousand hours of labour,
Comes into the mind, but never expressed,
Like pressure on you during a contest.
You know you have it, you know you can,
But something stops you, an invisible strongman,
However, once in a week, you have that gift,
Where everything fits perfectly, the amazing uplift.
No word repeats a mold, no detail untold,
Nothing found to be gold, just expression unfolds,
This moment of inspiration and insight,
A phrasal flight, perfect personal delight.
Jump down with me, to the point of no come-back,
Where the realms of fantasy and reality stream,
Jump down our forbidden well, that little crack,
Where we stash away our weirdest dreams.
It’s a fun place, an insane vacation,
Beyond hue, colour or saturation,
Shapes unshaped, matter doesn’t matter,
Every window of reality, shattered
An infinite war, bound by an absent chain,
Raging, back there in the deepest part of my brain,
Source of madness and primal frustration,
Yet, the backbone of my inspiration.
Jump down with me, to the point of no come-back,
Where the realms of fantasy and reality stream,
Jump down our forbidden well, that little crack,
Where we stash away our weirdest dreams.
The loveliest place in the tiny bowl of my brain,
So much to gain from going insane,
And plain to see, it is undoubtedly,
My deep sea of gloomy, happy Me.
My treasure chest of abstract truth,
It is there for my ego to soothe,
I look in the chest, it is empty,
Apart from the devil, I see Me.
Climb back up with me, to the point of going back
Where fantasy and reality split up again,
Climb out of this god forsaken well, the giant crack,
I never wish to go back to the source of this game.
This crazy game of going mad,
I don’t want to play anymore, this is bad,
Without my groundwork of reason,
I must commit this psychological treason.
WAKE UP!
Had this all existed, I can’t recall,
My body oozed in sweat, my forehead a fireball,
My legs shake, my fingers jitter,
I turn over once more, cold and bitter.
---
One of my earliest attempts at poetry in English! I'd love to get some feedback on this and moreso, I'm interested in hearing what you think the subject is or how you interpreted the poem?
It took me about a day of sporadic working, so I'm not sure if I rushed it a bit. I'll probably use this thread for any future poetry I'll put up!
