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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tribute to a Stranger
[time] => 2004-12-02 12:44:43
[hometext] => This is about Jim Morrison, my biggest inspiration ever. He taught me what not to do as well as what to do, and people like that don't grow on trees. They're buried in them.
[bodytext] => Tribute to a Stranger Sometimes I wonder How you became who you were: The dead Indians which made you Believe the world needed fixing And the demoralising environment Of 50's LA. I wonder you didn't give up sooner. What was the final straw The icing on the cake Who gave you the courage To stand up and say What no-one else Could put into words Or even notice What made you snap and commit The immoral act That made you write Lament As an account of your disgust With yourself and the world? What made you turn to narcotics When you would have been The first to criticise anyone else who did Especially someone with the Morals you had. Jim, you failed me You failed yourself You knew you were right, and yet You let society pull you in And consume your spirit. You knew you'd failed And now it was too late. I know your secret I know you gave up Heroin was never your scene Until the time you'd had enough. You left your books for me to read And the idea that what was broken Could never be fixed. You abandoned me. I'm disgusted I don't understand why your strength gave out All you ever were was words and broken promises You could speak the truth But couldn't bear to live it. I too can speak the truth Or at least that truth which I can see But I'll never give up my search. I live the truth I speak; I'm no hypocrite. Not like you. And when I fall Which I'm certain I shall I'll pick myself up and start again I have the same kind of strength You had in such abundance Yet it ran out. You chose sex, drugs, drink I choose life. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 55 [informant] => ladyaryssa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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