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Dead Memories Re-visited

So what is it w/ Dead Memories anyway?! Crap from the past that gets dredged up by some unknown/unrecognized trigger. Dead bullets to the brain that bring again the pain. Why?? What part of our DNA ties to them. What good did they serve our ancestors? And to such a degree that they linger today? Or did we develop the capacity for them. I understand fight/flight, but that is cutting edge/in your face/in the moment. No real thinking just reacting. Cave man stuff. Now that we are civilized did living easier bring time to dwell on past issues? Idle minds and all that.

Our minds are never really idle though so like the turn of a wheel everything comes to the surface in time. When the not-so-dead memories surface there must be a reason, an unresolved issue. Certainly a lesson to be learned.

It is easy in the morning light to dismiss them as bad dreams and look to the sun for a peachy day. But they were there and they will be back. Too bad when they do come around your/my/a person’s life is not in a position to allow them to be resolved. The rat race wheel spins fast so you better be running in the morning. Imagine taking the time to deal w/ the issues so they can be lain to rest as truly dead. Take that day off, a week, whatever it takes. It’s your life.

How many times will they surface again to cause you pain in little bites. Bites you cover w/ salve in the morning. Add up the many bites which equal hours of dis-ease, in all the years?? Bet it adds up to more than the time it would have taken to resolve.

But true resolve can be more painful than the many small bites. And take time. So we jump to the worlds schedule because it is easier. We schedule happy little vacations that usually cause more stress than they are worth but hey, it’s a vacation right? We all need that. Been busy racing rats and applying the salve. Two weeks off so I better have fun. Hurry up w/ another drink, I’m on vacation and don’t want to think.


Empty Sermons

Graveyard Poem

by Jim Morrison…

It was the greatest night of my life                                                                                              Although I still had not found awife                                                                                                    I had my friends right there beside me

We scaled the wall                                                                                                                               We tripped through the graveyard                                                                                            Ancient shapes were all around us                                                                                                   No music but the wet grass felt fresh beside the fog                                                                  Two made love in a silent spot                                                                                                          one chased a rabbit into the dark                                                                                                        A girl got drunk & balled the dead                                                                                                   And I gave empty sermons to my head

Cemetery cool & quiet                                                                                                                     Hate to leave your sacred lay                                                                                                       Dread the milky coming of the day

I´d love to stay                                                                                                                                     I´d love to stay                                                                                                                                     I´d love to stay

When I was back there in my high school days I studied Morrison for some time. The Graveyard Poem became one of my all-time favorites and I have inscribed it in many obscure locations through the years. I woke up thinking about it and decided to see if I could find it on this great web of ours. I hadn’t actually read it for maybe 30 years and wanted to find out how closely I remembered it. All of my Morrison books went missing from storage around ‘88or‘89 so I have no original hard copy.  Even my tattered copy of “No One Here Gets Out Alive” seems to be gone.

The first couple of results had me questioning my memory. While I accepted that I may have had a couple of words wrong the fact that the whole end repeat was missing said “not it”. A couple of other results had lines from other poems and songs interlaced and also omitted the ending. I was about to just put it down the way I remember and then I found it word for word as I remember. So unless someone found and copied one of my obscure scribblings I believe this to be the way Jim put it down.

Thoughts on Morrison/cemeterys/empty sermons/anything??