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This Is The Time

Jim Bellamy's portrait of the late great genius poet
James Douglas Morrison.

this is the time, this is the time -
the time of graves in the mind.
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save you from the wind.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the moons above do not define.
this is the time, this is the time -
the stars of summer fail to climb -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of madness on the grind -
this is the time, this is the time -
the serpent in the sea of mind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the day -
the storm of sadness fails to save -
this is the day -
the storm of sadness flails to rage -
this is the word -
the shended winter on the rise -
this is the day, this is the day....
this is the night -
beneath the web of thunder,
translucence spirits worlds apart:
no more the way it was when young,
just abaddon's counterpart.
the sea of death is reigning
over hills in galilee -
build your ship, for u shall need it -
build your ship of death...
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of our elaborate spines -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time.
in the word, in the whirl,
in the never-ending swirl:
in the tide, in the rain,
in the never-ending brain:
in the maw of the war
that rages on the shore:
as much as death divides,
the way ahead must claw.
this is the time -
the time of dreams that never come -
this is the time -
the rended way in orizon:
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the men who do not care?
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the sirens in the air?
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time, this is the time -
no more the stars, just death run blind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time..
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was wealer-deal -
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was neon steel.
the archer's skein is burning,
is burning cancer-black:
went out to seize my woman -
the night behind was
pearled in strap.
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
& out where man is living
for eight long miles of endless spite,
the spirit in the Northern Wind
lies raving where there is no night -
for loves that live forever,
for spaces rilled with river dreams -
for all the birds of pleasure -
each way man lives,
his woman screams.
this is the time, this is time:
the sickness in its neon spin:
this is the time, this is the time:
the mad, the bad, the madamed kin.
to raid the dark, to reap the blank -
no more to seek just time to die:
to find the iris in its clique,
to move the stone of jesu's cry -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time -
for chiliads of eastern truth,
the day ahead must seem uncouth.
this is the trime, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
& in the word, & under all,
and in the word, & with The Fall -
beneath the sap of christ in bud -
the bracken spiels
against the blood.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the end
of
rhyme.

......

unfinished songsheet? title: Abode Bemused

This is a house where thoughts can fly,

Where words may sing and soar;

Within this house ideas are hived

And humming minds explore.

Inside these walls emotions brew

And feelings seethe and pour;

Beneath each ceiling dreaming throbs,

And waking thrills each floor.

Here shall the Pentecostal tongues

Find welcome as they roar

And sighs from every fertile muse

May open any door.

jdb 2002.

This Is The Time

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