Sunday, June 20, 2010

Poem : Empty Rooms

This piece was written some time ago in the mid to late 2000's.

And there are three associations a/o attributions to it:

1) It is based on a/o inspired by the opening chapter of the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick (which was later adapted as the basis of the movie Blade Runner starring Harrison Ford)

2) It also has a picture associated with it of the same name. That picture also being one of my own, seen > Here!

3) It is in dedication to my grandmother (Eulalie DeFreitas Edwards) who passed back in 2002.

 GrandMother (younger)

Empty Rooms


The voices, faint like ghosts, are trapped
In these empty rooms, like memories of long ago
dimmed and precious.
We hear them in the void of silence.
Resonating off the walls like echoes.

Whose are these voices? And from how long ago?
We may never in this lifetime know.
We can only imagine as we stand transfixed,
Straining our ears to hear the words or the laughter
Peeling like the paint and plaster.

These empty rooms across the world,
A world that is no more than this
An empty room with traces of presence.

 ©2011 (ad infinitum)                                                                                      

                                                                                                      GrandMother (older)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Poem: Mr. Mojo Risin'

The following is in dedication to and for any of those familiar with The Doors a/o Jim Morrison.
This piece will be self explanatory to any Doors fan, but for those who are not that familiar, there’s the breakdown at the bottom after the poem.

Mr. Mojo Risin’

        He was a rider on the storm
Waxed poetic, yet misunderstood.
And though he loved her madly
Still, his life, she took.

Here was an unknown soldier
ed by an L.A.Woman.
While at a whiskey bar he whispered to her
Hello I love you… wanna be your backdoor man.”

You should have seen,
how she lit his fire.
With her stronger-than-dirt desire.
How she loved him two times and more.

But those were strange days indeed,
For soon, his own door would close.
And gaie Paris would see,
What was to be,
The End...

of Mr. Mojo Risin'                                        

©2011 (ad infinitum)  


Note all song titles are from The Doors music:
- "Mr. Mojo Risin'" is an anagram for the name Jim Morrison.

- "He was a rider on the storm", song title Riders on the Storm.

- "Waxed Poetic" refers to Jim as An American Poet a.k.a The Lizard King.

- "though he loved her madly", song title Love Her Madly.

- "He was an unknown soldier", song title The Unknown Soldier.

- "Touched by", song title “Touch Me.

- " an L.A. Woman",song title “L.A. Woman.”

- "at a whiskey bar he whisphered", song title Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar).

- "Hello I love you", song title Hello I Love you.

- " wanna be your backdoor man" refers to song title Backdoor Man.

- "how she lit his fire", song Light my Fire.

- " stronger than dirt" refers to a phrase Jim whispers at the very end of the song Touch Me.

- " she loved him two times", song title Love me two times.

- "strange days indeed", song title Strange Days.

- Paris (here pronounced “Pari”), where Jim spent his final days. He is buried at the Père Lachaise Cemetery. The largest and most famous cemetery in the city of Paris.

- "The end of", song title The End.