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Only for you, children of doctrine and learning, have we written this work. Examine this book, ponder the meaning we have dispersed in various places and gathered again; what we have concealed in one place we have disclosed in another, that it may be understood by your wisdom.

I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

I always wanted to write, but I always figured it'd be no good unless somehow the hand just took the pen and started moving without me really having anything to do with it. Like automatic writing. But it just never happened.

I wrote a few poems, of course. I think around the fifth or sixth grade I wrote a poem called "The Pony Express." That was the first I can remember. It was one of those ballad-type poems. I never could get it together though.

"Horse Latitudes" I wrote when I was in high school. I kept a lot of notebooks through high school and college, and then when I left school, for some dumb reason - maybe it was wise - I threw them all away . . . I wrote in those books night after night. B ut maybe if I'd never thrown them away, I'd never have written anything original - because they were mainly accumulations of things that I'd read or heard, like quotes from books. I think if I'd never gotten rid of them I'd never be free.

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

. . . and that's why poetry appeals to me so much - because it's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue.

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


James Douglas Morrison
Los Angles, 1969-71


The Vampire

You that, like a daggers thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;

Within my minds humility
You made your bed and your domain
Infamous one who's bound to me
Like any felon by his chain,

Like a gambler by his games,
Like the bottle and the sot,
Like the worms in ones remains,
Damm you! Damnation be your lot!

Ive begged the merciful, swift sword
To overcome my liberty
To poison I have said the word:
Save me from poltroonery.

Alas the sword! Alas the poison!
Contemptuous, they spoke to m:
"You never can deserve remission
Of your accursed slavery,

"Imbecile! - If our deadly empire
Freed you from your present fate,
Your kiss would soon resuscitate
The cold cadaver of your vampire!"

Charles Baudelaire


Forever
children are the Soul
they are the Life
they are the Heart
they are the Shadow
they are the Reflection
they are the Mirror
they are the Inspiration
they are the Hope
they are the Innocent
the example for All, for those who seek
to posses the hearts of children have found themselves.
For if you do not understand children, you do not understand yourself. May the children of worlds who are innocent, pure, who always live forever live and play together forever in a world not just in this world but beyond this world. Such souls shall never die. Such Love to all the passing children from one World to the other. were they shall be without pain
Forever........♥


"Twinkle, twinkle little bat, How I wonder where you're at! Up above the world you fly, So beautifully in the sky"


Days of Remembrance
Never Again: What You Do Matters
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice,but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. Elie Wiesel