My FavoritesPoemsBooks Poems   Celebration of the LizardMusic by The DoorsCopyright (c) 1970, Doors Music Co.  Lions in the street & roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foamingA beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground. He fled the town.He went down SouthAnd crossed the borderLeft the chaos & disorderBack thereOver his shoulder.One morning he awoke in a green hotelw/a strange creature groaning beside him.Sweat oozed from it's shiny skin.Is everybody in? (3)The ceremony is about to begin.Wake up!You cant remember where it was.Had this dream stopped?The snake was pale god glazed and shrunken.We were afraid to touch it.The sheets were hot dead prisons.And she was beside me, old,She's, no; young.Her dark red hair.The white soft skin.Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,Look!She's coming in here.I can't live thru each slow century        of her moving.I let my cheek slide downThe cool smooth tileFeel the good cold sting blook.The smooth hissing snakes        of rain...Once I had, a little gameI liked to crawl, back into my brainI think you know, the game I meanI mean the game, called 'go insane'Now you should try, this little gameJust close your eyes, forget your nameforget the world, forget the peopleand we'll erect a different steeple.This little game, is fun to do.Just close your eyes, no way to loseAnd I'm right there, I'm going tooRelease control, we're breaking ThruBurrow back into the brainWay back past the realm of painBack where there's never any rainAnd the rain falls gently on the town.And over the heads of all of usAnd in the labyrinth of streamsBeneath, the quite unearly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,Reptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heights.(Each house repeats a mold,            Windows rolled, beast car                        locked in against morning.All now sleeping, rugs silent,            Mirrors vacant, dust blind                        under the bedsOf lawful couples wound            in sheets & daughters                        smug w/semen, eyes                                    in their nipples.)Wait!There's been a slaughter here.        (siren)

(Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves & fan are on the ground We're getting out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come)

Not to touch the earthNot to see the sunNothing left to do,But run, run, runLet's runHouse upon the hillMoon is lying stillShadows of the treesWitnessing the wild breezeC'mon babyRun w/meLet's runThe mansion is warm at the top of the hillRich are the rooms & the comforts thereRed are the arms of luxuriant chairs& you won't know a thing till you get inside.Dead president's corpse in the driver's carThe engine runs on glue and tarC'mon along, were not going very farTo the East to meet the Czar.Some outlaws lived by the side of the lakeThe minister's daughter's in love w/the snakeWho lives in a well  by the side of the roadWake up, girl, we're almost home.Sun Sun SunBurn Burn BurnSoon Soon SoonMoon-Moon-MoonI will get youSoonSoonSoon!(Scream)Let the carnival bells ringLet the sepent singLet everything(Bells)fadeDesert NightVoices of the Fire"We came down the rivers & highwaysWe came down from forests & fallsWe came down from Carson & SpringfieldWe came down from Phoenix entralledAnd i can tell you the names of the KingdomI can tell you the things that you knowListening for a fistful of silenceClimbing into the shade"Sounds of the Fire(whistles, rattlesnakes, castanets)"I am the Lizard KingI can do anythingI can make the earth stop in its tracksI can make the blue cars go away.For seven years I dweltin the loose palace of exile,Playing strange gamesw/the girls of the island.Now I have come againTo the land of the fail, & the strong, & the wise.Brothers and sisters of the pale forestO Children of the NightWho among you will run w/the hunt?Now Night arrives with her purple legion.Retire now to your tenst & to your dreams.Torrow we enter the town of my birth.I want to be ready."MusicFadeendtop BooksCurrently reading: Queen of the Damnedby Anne RiceClick on the book title to read reviews or to purchase this bookOther good books Walking on AlligatorsA Book of Mediations for Writersby Susan ShaugnessyThis book is really great!  It has qoutes from famous people like Anne Rice, Steven Spielberg and Stephen King.  After the qoute there is passage about writing.  There's one qoute to a page and at the end of the page are a few lines that ties it all together and gets you writing and motivated!Click on the book title to read reviews or to purchase this bookThe American NightThe Writings of Jim Morrison Volume 2This book is filled with great poetry and song lyrics.Click on the book title to read reviews or to purchase this bookInterview With The Vampireby Anne RiceI loved this book even though I saw the movie first!  I thought both the movie and the book was wonderful and I especially like the poeticness(If that is a word) of Rice's writing.Click on the book title to read reviews or to purchase this booktopThis Month's Featured Poem and Short Story    Previously Featured Poem  Previously Featured Short StoryFavorites  Writing Articles  Submissions   Copyrights Book StoreVideo Store  Links and Rings   Sign Guest Book   View Guest Book Geocities  Copyright 1998 Antoinette Swanson