Les Fleur Sauvage

Poetry written by:

Jim Morrison

Jim MorrisonSinger/Writer/Photographer Who lives in Kenosha WI
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If you love someone you have to let them go.
Page number 2.
Future Love
I need your lips to taste
and I need to see your face.
I call you on the phone
to meet you all alone.
Can you meet me half way?
That's where I want to play.
You'll shoot me to the stars
keeps our love soaring far.
You tell me not tonight.
I'm okay and it's all right.
I'll stay here by myself
A trophy on a shelf.
I do know it takes time.
One fine day you'll be mine.
And that night you will see
yesterday's history.
I can still hear your voice
and what you said.
Our future is clear
and shines in our head.


Rapid Fire
The whole world is getting hot
and the temperature is high.
Rapid fire won't stop.
Fire fighters can try
but then you'll hear them shout.
Can't put this fire out!
Rapid fire burning,
burning across the land.
It started with a spark
that jumped from my hand.
Rain takes the flame higher
with yellow finger tips.
Flicker scratching the air.
Wanting to kiss your lips.
No one left to care.
Will this be your last trip?
Sparks spreading every where.
Wind blows the flame alive.
So run away from their.
You can't sit down and cry.
Or think that it's not fair.
The heat will fry your eyes!
Rapid fire burning,
burning across the land.
It started with a spark
that jumped from my hand.


I'm Alive
She took my hand, we left this land,
never seen again by none of my friends.
She came out of my past,
she said we would last.
I believed her.
Both of our souls,
together we flowed, and I was true.
Then I found out she was doing me wrong
with you know who.
She fell out of the sky
and I never knew why she came.
When she told me that she was leaving,
and that it is over, "No more, that's it."
I didn't cry or ask why.
I came out of the grave
and nobody remembered my name
but at least I'm alive!


Number One Lick
Hey, what do I want to say.
I'm telling you that I care.
About the times we share.
So let it go here tonight,
higher feeling all right.
Stand and we'll rock out this land.
Lick more and more not stopping.
Guitar crying, it's too hot.
Higher to the top!
Because your my number one lick.
Fall, get on up over all.
You're on the loose running free.
Not like the past, you will see.
That all your worried haste
never goes to waste.
Because your my number one lick.

Love Talk
No need to rush her, walking beside her.
Because she'll give it to me,
soon enough you'll see.
Love Talk on the boardwalk, it is really nice.
Love Talk on the boardwalk, it is paradise.
Massaging her thigh, you know she's shy,
nice brown, laying down,
catching rays from the sky.
Oh how I miss you, Oh how I miss you,
you're so fine.
Sunlight shines bright, but not like your light.
I say "Love me, please",
from down on my knees.
Love Talk on the boardwalk, it is really nice.
Love Talk on the boardwalk, it is paradise.
Death took her from me, her soul was set free.
It's clear she can hear every word I sing.
Love Talk on the boardwalk, it is paradise.
Massaging her thigh, you know she's shy,
nice brown, laying down,
catching rays from the sky.
Oh how I miss you, Oh how I miss you,
you're so fine.


The Griffith
Long ago and far away,
a King rules the land in his own selfish way.
Inside the castle, right at midnight,
suppressed spirits whisper about their plight.
The maiden, who's locked up in the tower,
it's kept a secret and nobody knows.
Except the man sleeping in the forest.
He dreams of her under the star filled sky.
The next day, he felt emptiness inside.
That's when he told the Griffith his story.
The Griffith, a creature of sympathy,
listens closely to these romantic dreams.
To the tower the Griffith took the man,
rescued the maiden in the moon lit land.


No More
I bet you could, I know you should.
Realize it's over, so you would.
Look for someone else to please you.
I don't think your feelings are true.
I don't really care about you no more.
It's not worth it, don't try to start.
Calling me now that we're apart.
To all your friends, I am a fool.
I don't want to be around you.
I don't really care about you no more.
Against this world, we didn't last.
It keeps spinning, spinning too fast.
Crushing us and what we had.
The power of love that went bad.
I don't really care about you no more.


Friday Night
I'm okay, I get my weekly pay.
Don't you know it will go my way.
Being poor ain't so bad.
What I've got, others wish they had.
She's going to treat me right,
it's Friday night!
Going to meet her at the park.
Won't be back till we rock the dark.
You can see, she treats me right.
Today's the day, it's Friday night.
We can go on the merry-go-round.
We can go down the slide for a ride.
We've done our waiting, it's been tough.
During the week, works hard enough.
Oh yeah, She's going to treat me right,
it's Friday night!

Across The Sky
Are you ready, well tell me now.
We are risen, a lovers force.
Pin point it, set the course.
We're going to ride the magic flying horse,
across the sky!
Where to fly to you and me.
Can you tell me, let me know?
I'll find out, I'll be there along with you.
We don't care, lets' just go across the sky!
When your dreaming, fly with me
across the sky!
You and me will run and fly to the other side.
Across the sky, you and I!
When we are there, together,
there's no reason for you to cry.
We'll make it, you'll see why.
We're going to ride the magic flying horse,
across the sky!


Stalker
A mad man is watching, stalking his prey.
It's your death he's thinking, planing the way.
He takes life fast, easy and quick.
"You won't be my last!" He shouts then spits.
Shows no mercy, soaring out for the kill.
Inside your brain, pounding, breaking your will.
On a burning star, thirsty for blood,
hungry for blood and to leave his scar.
He has no morals, feels no sorrows,
there's no way you will escape him.
He slices, penetrating, using his knife.
It's your soul he's reaping, taking your life.
He'll make sure he's safe asleep tonight.
In his coffin, nice and tight!
He has no morals, feels no sorrows,
there's no way you will escape him.
And in the end, stalker descends
into the fiery depths of hell.
Where he sits on the left of Lucifer
and listens to the demons yell, STALKER!


Lonely World
You sit alone, counting tears in the dark.
Depressing emptiness inside your heart.
You had your share, you see there's no doubt.
It's up to you to find your own way out!
It's a lonely world.
Your envy, lusting for something you can't get.
Hungry for her, you've dreamt of tasting her sweat.
She's pretty, holding her would be sweet.
Yeah, she's real damn easy,
It's you she don't want to meet!
It's a lonely world.
She's hot yeah, standing in the moon light.
Ready for anyone to make her feel alright.
Loving makes her body feel so good.
She gets what she comes for,
like I knew she would.


Astral Projection
For what it's worth, man has a soul.
Astral playground is where it goes.
To free it's self from human bounds.
Take a breather and feel the sounds.
You can't tell one syllable.
Astral Plane, it's insane!
Scientist can't explain!
I sense we have eyes to blind us.
A mind that filters impressions of dreams
that could overwhelm us.
Because you knew thoughts never will end,
because when you sleep, your free again

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