JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON --- THE WHITE BLIND LIGHT 

Yes he will, Morrison forever!

He was a genius he was ahead of his time

Don't hold it against me,but t h i s g e n t l e m a n l i v e s.They don't want this to be known..he has a NDA with the DEEP STATE crooks in the three letter agencies who run THIS SYSTEM OF THINGS n o t to show up before JUDGEMENT DAY and the SECOND COMING...

Yes indeed he will! 👍💯🌹

Yes he will live forever in The heart of people who understand him and his poetry❤

We is Stoned

Comen bro be just you and don't repeat what big poet says

Wrought-iron soul, not rot iron soul

Ship Ohoi!

it's also "heartache ...and... the loss of god..."

What a time it was. I got to live some of it

Jim already saw it at the Age of 4.

gurgle gurgle

It's a nice thought but Jim sold his soul for rock and roll

He he's my brother

Yes he found it my brother you have to believe that

Dusty....Thank you, I agree, so deep, ppl can't comprehend how deep. I was in love with a dead man in the 1980. Like the song "The End", if u can picture what will be, so limitless and free,... desperately in need, in a desperate land,......This is the end, in typical friend the end, it hurts to set u free, but u never follow me...the end of laughter and soft lies...the end of has to die.... this...is...the...Enddddd. Something like that, I guess I missed a few words, but no one will ever compare to who & what he was... beautiful.💜

Thank you for this😞💔

+sun მზისა Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God Wandering, wandering in hopeless nights

sun მზისა Inviolate* :)

Sara Marvulli nice to see a comment from yesterday :)

Thanks

for years i thought he said 'one drink, one drink a hopeless night'

He was in babylon, he chased for the Lord

That’s a sensitive soul for you 🔥💚

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You described it perfectly, feel the same way. The poem is so beautiful, that almost make me cry. When I heard The Doors for the first time I fell in love right away. I remember there was a feeling, that I had previously heard these tunes & some songs, but I suppose these were flashbacks from another life or something.))

2. are the best, in this kind music = Jim M.and Ian C.

Love her madly love her right, love her always in the moonshine night

home you never left, asleep in your bed you are dreaming this homeless nightmare just to change dirty sheets back to white

One day you will be at home my brother be patient

Riverstone, Thank you, I feel the same....

@@niamarkantonakis2837 no no no tank's to the Creator to make you beuty4... and special.bonita😋

You're not coming home. I can promise you that much

good music is not rare you just have to find it

You mean it's hard to find? Like something that's not found in large number compared to everything else of similar nature? If only there was a word for this.

A True Word is more rare.

I would not consider this music, it is poetry of a man lost in drugs, unconscious of reality. I would like to know who plays the piano and whose music is it...

I believe this poem has been edited / synchronized for this musical theme of fabulous Ludovico Einaudi.

I cant stop repeting those words... Stoned... IMMACULATE, Stone.... IMMACULATE

Funny how this popped up just after I watched a video about the Akasic records.

Sorry... It's "wrought iron soul".

He is dead, the truth about his death I had heard about it when I went to Pere Le Chaise in Paris, ppl gathered around his tombstone, about 25 to 30 fans, and Riders of the Storm was playing, I returned back to the hotel, after seeing his tombstone that was a dream on my bucket list, and there was a documentary about Jim Morrison and they said how he actually died, no one really knew the dark hidden truth, that he went to a night club, looking for Pam, his GF cuz he wanted to get some dope and he was already wasted, but some Turkish gangsters that knew who he was, shot him in the head, assination style, and took his wallet to take his money. Someone who knew him saw him laying on the ground, also knew where he was staying at the time, took him and Pam was at the Suite, and no one knew what to do, but I guess everything was arranged so noone would find out the hidden truth, but if he was in the casket or not, and had only one doctors signature on the death certificate. A year later the doctor dies, and Pam also dies of an overdose, and that haunted me for decades. I was never the same, cuz I had believed that he died of natural causes, but it wasn't that at all. R.I.P. James Douglas Morrison 1943-1971. Morrison was pronounced dead on midnight of July 3th, 1971. My b-day is on the 4th of July, that's the eerie thing, but.... coincidence or not?? I don't believe in coincidences. It just was....meant for some odd reason.💕

Jeffrey Schnoidt, Thank you!!! Yes, he was a poet before a rock star, he didn't want to be a singer, just a poet, and that he was indeed!!! "The Lord's and The New Creatures" book of his first poetry book. What a Poet, yes and what a poet he was. Immaculate!

@@niamarkantonakis2837you have everything wrong. Everything ! Jim died in Rock n Roll Circus Paris , France. July 3 , 1971....snorted China white heroin thinking it was coke. Died in club transported back to his apartment and was put in a hot tub to disguise time of death

Larry Wakeman He had an IQ of 150. That is Genius level intelligence.

Yes, he was a true genius and nothing more than that. Phenomenal man, smarts, looks, unpredictable, timid when he wanted to be, soft spoken when he wanted to be, and also deep. He was the deepest thinker of those times.

I agree

Something like between the statue of David & Alexander the Great. Inspirational with his beautiful green deep set eyes, full lips, and bone structure that made every girl want him. Haha, lol for real!!💜

@@niamarkantonakis2837 It feels good to be a guy with full lips, it changes your whole life. I do a bunch of a Doors covers on my channel if you want to hear some cool music froma super fan. :) Peace and love to both of you girls. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-JzCdfaFLesY.html

''From the wounded soul comes poetry and music'' Great line which immediately brought me to the philosopher Søren Kierkegaard. “What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is to say, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.” Either/Or - Søren Kierkegaard

Holly Love, Thank you for info about the name of the poets book. I too can relate to that poem....Thank you!!

sadly music and poetry dont always heal the woonded soul

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God. Wandering, wandering in hopeless nights. Let me show you the maiden with rot iron soul.Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.Out here we are stoned... Immaculate...

Actually he's saying " your home is still here, inviolate and certain." Meaning a peaceful home that's stable, I know for 25 years I thought he was saying violet but at a closer study these were his true words. His lyrics are very meaningful like when he says " a city rises from the sea " he's referring to the mythological sin city Ys that was buried under the sea in 12 century mythology. That's where the word Paris comes from in France ( par meaning Like in french so the city Paris Means like ys)which is where he ultimately died, almost haunting how he referred to Paris and passed away there the same year

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Thank you

I think he said iron wrought as in wrought iron but yes beautiful words and imagery.

I send you a lot of energy, my friend!! Don't give up.. Live in every breath!!!

Muchas gracias, sois todos encantadores

No bro we. Not lost nothing bro we win are he's knowledge..so keep it up my bro

Go to Pere Le Chaise Cemetery in Paris, u will meet him there. Went in 1992, I followed the music in the cemetery and I couldn't believe all the fans sitting around.About 28, maybe, remember this is a very richy cemetery we're artist and poets, philosophers are buried above ground. That was my dream, accomplished.....