Far Arden by Jim Morrison

And so I say to you-:

The silk handkerchief

was embroidered in China or Japan ~

behind the steel curtain ~

and now one can cross the borderline

without proper credentials.  

 

This is to say that we are all sen-sate

and occasionally sad, and if every

partner in crime were to  

in-corporate promises in this programme,

the land might end.......and all our friends

would follow another programme.  

 

"Who are our friends? (I know you love me to talk this way)

 

Are they solemn and slow,

Do they have great desire or are they

one of the multitude who

 

.......walk..... doubting .....their impossible regret....

 

Certainly, things happen, and reoccur,

and continue as promised.  All of us

have found a safe nit-ch where we can

store up riches and talk to our fellows

on the same premise of disaster .......

But this will not do, no, this will never do......!

 

There are continents and shores

which beseach our understanding.  

Seldom have we been so slow,

seldom have we been so far ~

My only wish is to see

F a r   A r d e n  again .......(and this next part will be done in a woman's voice)

 

The truth is on his chest.  

The cellular excitement has

totally inspired our magic bedroom.  

 

And now for an old trip ~ I'm tired ~~~of the night.

I want the old forms to re-ignite their sexual pool.

 

And this morning before I sign off.........

I would like to tell you about

Texas Radio and the big beat.

It moves into the perimeter of your

sacred sincere and dedicated smile,

like a con veteran of the Psychic war.  

He was no general for he was not old.  

He was no private...for he could not be....sold.  

He was only a man, and his

dedication extended to the last degree ~  

Poor pretentious soldier ~

Come home........................

 

Shared on Behalf of The NSP by Chrztalia Belladio Stelamo c  1st April 2012