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Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

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A moving or movement away from a station A waving away from a waving a motion Amazement a moment amazing a waving
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Amazement Amazing Moment Motion Movement Moving Station Travel Waving
There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
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Friend Grab Law Love Rule
How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.
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Afraid Deal Feel Pain People Wake
I like to let each thing happen – direct it a little consciously, maybe – but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance.
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Comfortable Consciously Enjoy Guileless Little Play Sin Vibration
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
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Fate Love Own Pregnancy Save
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
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Drug Immaculate Perimeter Star Stone
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.
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Children Commit Destroy Force Murder Parenting Progress
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
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Expose Fear Freedom Inspirational Positive Power Shrink
Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
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Carry Hide Pain People Something Suffering Wake
All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
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Bird Endlessly Flight Promise Soft Wild
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
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Card Combination Games Image Infinite Permutation Play
In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song.
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Beginning Few Night Ocean Outline Song
The time to hesitate is through.
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Commitment Hesitate Music Time
Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you’re doing something.
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Anything Drunk Full People Room Stoned Think
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.
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Experience Highest Important Lowest Point Thinking
Man, I’m sick of doubt.
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Allergy Doubt Lost Men Mind Sick
I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.
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Eye Feather Fighting Glasses Immeasurably Reply Soft Sound Trouble
Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also.
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Angel City Door Fragment Join Kind Look Ritual
Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason
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Calm Hitchinker Levelled Out Road Season Stood Thumb Time
There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.
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Between Door Doors Knowledge Perception
Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.
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Country Good Sometimes Surf Time Together Work
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
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Blood Mysterious Rose Union
Where’s your will to be weird?
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Allow Being Weird Weirdness Will Yourself
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
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Dying Feast New Promise Vine Wine
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom…
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Chaos Disorder Especially Interested Meaning Revolt Seem Starting
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
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Door Ever Known Strangest
That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is..
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Amount Letting Love People Person Pretend Real Self Worth You

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