“Waiting For The Son”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Waiting for the son,
I wonder where?
He might already,
Roam around here.

He sees the evil,
He will seize his force.
He got the key,
To unlock all doors.

Who is he,
Whom to watch?
He will sneak among us,
His timing is such.

Grandiose or not,
With his dawning light.
He is the one,
That destroys the night.

He proposes to you,
Love and just fun.
I wish his times,
Had already begun.

Whom to blame,
For what is wrong.
Find the problem,
To be solved by one.

I am humble,
But inside us all.
Is a voice,
Heed its call,
Or you will fall.

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“Waiting For The Son 2”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

We are all waiting,
Each and everyone.
The returning of Jesus,
For him to do the undone.

Inspiration through times,
Every poet’s foundation.
His wisdom will make,
An artistic salvation.

His voice is alive,
Through his 2000 tears.
He is back with only bliss,
To erase all the fears.

Do not doubt,
Watch the invisible sky.
He comes from a Kingdom,
You enter when you die.

Inspiration my dear,
An ancient wave.
That inspired the world,
How to behave.

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“Waiting For The Son 3”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The world is tired,
Worn out lost.
But they deny his name,
At any cost.

But some does repent,
And change for the good.
And takes care of the weak and old,
In their neighborhood.

They listen deeply,
To the word of him.
He inspired even,
Morrison, Jim.

“Grab your neighbors,
And love them,
Until it hurts.”
Remember the “crazy one”,
Said that.
Heed that call,
Maybe he’s not that crazy,
After all.
Jim Morrison,
Will stand tall,
In the eyes,
Of the coming son.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 4”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Every poet,
Picks up his pen.
Because Jesus win battles,
In the very end,
He will mend.

Glory in ink,
People do think.
Fight for “Titanic”,
That she will not sink.

Jesus, dear,
Heavenly Lord.
Here comes the crystal ship,
Climb onboard.

Salvation exists,
When eternity draws his breath.
The poet’s pen,
Says there is no death.

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“Waiting For The Son 5”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus dared to dream,
Without any fear.
Inspired the vision,
Of the mighty William Shakespeare.

The poet of poets,
Jesus, the torch in the night.
Shakespeare dared to dream,
In the midst of his fright.

The golden works,
Of Shakespeare in the spot.
Would never have surfaced,
If Jesus, was not.

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“Waiting For The Son 6”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The resurrection of Christ,
Created a hope for us all.
There is something divine,
That will never fall.

This light of forever,
Time has passed.
This ancient ink,
Will always last.

God had the word,
To be manifested on earth.
The only way for a poet,
Is a spiritual rebirth.

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“Waiting For The Son 7”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

God’s days of the week,
Are seven,
He gave words to the poet,
For him to write about Heaven.

Your duty, the wise one,
Makes all people smart.
Then “Utopia” will manifest,
In a brand new start.

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“Waiting For The Son 8”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison,
The son of the new dawn.
Introduced Eden,
To your every lawn.

The forever green grass,
For eternity to grow.
The reason he dreamed,
Because of the words Jesus did sow.

Dream of Paradise,
He can do it dear God.
His every word is written,
By the spirit in his blood.

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“Waiting For The Son 9”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Thank you God,
For your loving son.
Let your will,
Be written and done.

Your words of heart,
The deepest to seize.
The only words,
That gives poets peace.

Thank you God,
You are who you are.
You lead us poets,
To the morning star.

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“Waiting For The Son 10”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The ancient wisdom,
Is present in heart.
In every poet,
Who bleeds his art.

The cross is taken,
The long walk is done.
Every poet fights,
For the vision of the son.

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“Waiting For The Son 11”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

God’s Son has spoken,
Did his deeds.
For all to see,
At the cross He bleeds.

All poets do it,
Listen and say.
You got the word,
Kneel and pray.

The word was given,
Floating through times.
Let the glory,
Shine in your rhymes.

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“Waiting For The Son 12”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison died,
Because he believed.
That The Second Adam,
Should be received.

But he lost the fire,
The torch burned out.
Though he warned us,
What it’s all about.

This is Eden,
God is above.
Deep inside,
Of all lives love.

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“Waiting For The Son 13”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do not be a Judas,
At your word.
Remember you are,
A responsible bird.

Your duty is,
To fight with what you do.
So the glory of God,
Makes you break on through.

Life is a risk,
All will die.
Do not be the one,
Who lives a lie.

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“Waiting For The Son 14”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A tiny gospel,
Hides in art.
Unites the world,
With an honest heart.

Closer the poet,
Comes every day.
Beware of that beast,
The bird of prey.

Your gospel is small,
But carries a role.
To give back to humanity,
Its precious soul.

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“Waiting For The Son 15”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Behold Jim Morrison,
His burning flame.
But no on fed it,
And stole his game.

His dream was,
To give a vision to man.
And bury our troubles,
In the sand.

So sad alone,
But he carried the cross.
At least he tried,
To please God, his boss.

But words survive,
Also the words of Jim.
Maybe one day,
His dream comes to him.

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“Waiting For The Son 16”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

We are all waiting,
For the Son.
Even he does not know,
When he will come.

Poets feel it,
It is the air.
Brothers and sisters,
Soon he will be here.

The spiritual bloodline,
Of Christ our Jesus.
Jim Morrison screamed,
Come and save us.

All poets do their,
Deeds of good.
Soon he returns,
It’s well understood.

Until the very,
Day of glory.
We continue to tell,
His amazing story.

Jim Morrison is at the forefront,
The fighter for light.
Looked at the stars,
Got his visions in the night.

Great screaming Christ,
Doing his best.
To heal the Roman Empire,
In the west.

So, Jesus thy mystery,
Will always be.
Let your being,
Set us free.

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“Waiting For The Son 17”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison was humble,
Believe it or not.
He didn’t put himself,
But Jesus in the spot.

That desperate scream,
In «When The Music’s Over».
Even wakes up the people,
Who are not sober.

That kneeling cry,
Come here and save us.
You are the only one,
Our Lord, savior, Jesus.

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“Waiting For The Son 18”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Not one single poet,
Knows the time of the day.
When Jesus comes back,
Forever to stay.

Poets try to speak,
His eternal words.
They do their best,
To describe His world.

But the only one,
That knows what to do.
Is the King of Kings,
He will guide you through.

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“Waiting For The Son 19”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

All poets got a candle,
Christ hides in the flame.
They talk about his spirit,
Without mentioning his name.

Christ is the dreams,
Of the poet’s nights.
Where he leads their pens,
And encourage poets to fight.

Fight for the goodness poets,
Remember the candle’s flame.
It is the ancient wisdom,
That gave you the flame,
And fame.

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“Waiting For The Son 20”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus said you cannot,
Serve God and Mammon
At the same time.

Jim Morrison lived,
Like Jesus for God,
He walked his every rhyme.

He didn’t possess,
To gain amounts,
Of wealth.

In his subconsciousness,
He did deeds,
That don’t send him to Hell.

He placed money in art,
To heal the world.

Though he was crazy,
His heart carried a pearl.

He died fighting,
Following the word.

He did like Jesus,
Lived like a bird.

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“Waiting For The Son 21”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Whom is the one,
That shines like the sun,
Gives you love and fun.
Soon he will come.

All poets cry for him.
Especially a bloke named,
Morrison, Jim.

Bob Dylan has started,
To believe what,
The Scriptures say.

That is why,
He got humble,
And started to pray.

Poets follow,
The words of Jesus,
Even without knowing it.

It is time we start,
To honer Jesus,
And showing it.

Not mocking,
But keep on rocking’
In the free world,
Of The King of Kings.

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“Waiting For The Son 22”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Write yourself,
A book in the air.
Because one day,
Jesus is suddenly here.

Do not take chances,
Be humble for the eternity.
Be doomed in Hell,
Or have Heavenly liberty.

Every poet,
Knows what is behind.
The moon the stars,
And the sun who shines.

All is written,
In every poet’s words.
There will come a Kingdom,
It is written, but unheard.

Listen to the silent songs,
Of the poet,
You know it.

There is a world beyond,
The poet’s physical world,
The pearl.

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“Waiting For The Son 23”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

In a true poet’s work,
There is something to be read.
Drink the divine wine,
And break the bread.

In the name of God,
He guides your pen.
He knows where it goes,
From the start to the end.

You are driven,
By an unknown force.
You know the light,
Comes from the source.

The sun, the son,
The God above.
The poet’s Heaven,
Leads to eternal love.

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“Waiting For The Son 24”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Pick the number,
That you cannot count.
Eternal is boundless,
With infinite amount,
Of non-numbers.

The light of a poet,
Got the words.
Spoken by,
The flying birds.

Freedom is seldom,
But heed his deeds.
You are in Eden,
And here He breathes.

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“Waiting For The Son 25”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus’ wave of wisdom,
Comes from the past.
His word is eternal,
It will always last.

We all owe credits,
To the man being real.
His wisdom is the foundation,
For all poets who kneel.

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“Waiting For The Son 26”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus, Lord,
Stop all inner wars,
Lead all poets,
To repent,
And let them see,
That you are the greatest,
Poetry sent.

You gave it all,
Rome will fall,
The hidden evilness,
Will be brought to light,
By the true poets.

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“Waiting For The Son 27”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The brave poet,
With a sword filled with ink.
Will fight for God,
In this evil who does stink.

The smell of poetry,
Is the flowers in the grass.
Be brave my poet,
This is an opportunity,
To grasp.

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“Waiting For The Son 28”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison died,
In Paris, God was sad.
There was something special,
About this leather clad.

He was crazy but holy,
An Eden’s friend.
He fought for God
Until the very end.

He is who he is,
A fighter for bliss.
But the modern Judas,
Gave him a kiss.

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“Waiting For The Son 29”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus wrote,
An eternal verse.
Always to be sung,
In God’s Universe.

Every poet,
Does his best.
To be honest ,
To the soul in his chest.

Be like Jesus,
In word and action.
Only God,
Gives you satisfaction.

So be humble,
As much as you can.
Honer the word.
Of Jesus, a universal man.

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“Waiting For The Son 30”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus told every poet,
About a world behind the veil.
But the prize he paid,
He took every nail.

He wanted the coming poets,
To be loving, bold and true.
One of these poets,
Said «break on through».

Jesus would be proud,
Of the works of Morrison Jim.
Because he fought hard,
And did a little bit like him,
Did Jim.

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“Waiting For The Son 31”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Everybody is waiting,
For the son.
They will probably kill him,
The day he does come.

As every poet,
That walks his name.
Will not get burned,
By The Devil’s flame.

The Devil hides everywhere,
He can trick your art.
But do not forsake Jesus,
Stay sneaky and smart.

Dear poet I say,
These words unto you.
Stay strong in the storm,
As one of the few.

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“Waiting For The Son 32”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus had a splitting headache,
From which the future is made.
Jim Morrison followed the light,
Of his life in the shade.

The palm trees of Los Angeles,
The Jerusalem leaves.
Jim Morrison carried the torch,
For the one who believes.

Thank you o’Lord,
For the white blind light.
I captured the flame,
About whom I write.

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“Waiting For The Son 33”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Wow, I’m sick of doubt,
As Jim Morrison says.
God, Jesus, Eden are truths,
Which we all should praise.

Feel the sun at daytime,
In the core of your soul.
All the stars in the sky,
Gave you a role.

The doors of perception,
God lives in your veins.
Inside your heart,
Is where he reigns.

Jesus Christ is forever,
He gave infinity to you.
One day you will understand,
That the soul is true.

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“Waiting For The Son 34”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Hey you fella,
Aren’t you tired,
Of your Hell’a,
Sadness and evil,
Ruling.

Do like Christ,
Be like him.
He taught Jim Morrison,
How to swim.

But the poet,
Did feel sadness of death.
He uttered these words,
At his last breath.

Where are the feast,
We’re promised?
The new wine
Dying on the vine.

The true Lizard King’s murderers,
Are still roaming free.
But behold the truth,
That comes for thee.

Jesus made wine,
Out of water.

The new wine is the fresh water,
From the holy well,
Of divine well being.

Jesus Christ,
Is the truth and the way,
For the most part,
Follow his art,
With you heart,
And Eden will start.

That is God’s will.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 35”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Money is numbers,
The numbers of the Beast.
Jim Morrison offered his friends,
An another kind of feast.

Where people are one,
Under the sun.
In deep respect,
For God’s son.

Jesus Christ,
He started the mission.
Jim Morrison did his best,
To accomplish his vision.

He believed in God,
Jesus, his secret inspiration.
This planet earth should be as one,
Without any fighting nations.

The Garden of Eden.

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“Waiting For The Son 36”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus was,
A fisher of men.
Jim Morrison did it too,
With his grandiose pen.

He told us to wake up,
Screaming to be saved.
That desperate feeling,
Was how he behaved.

Utopia poet,
Vision through songs.
Inside this calculation,
Salvation belongs.

An inspiration,
In his every cry.
He is gone,
But his words do not die.

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“Waiting For The Son 37”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ,
Was in the highest form real.
He had a persona,
All grandiose poets «steal».

He had his role,
Given by the most high.
He gave poets the torch,
Who never will die.

United with Jesus,
As he enters the stage.
He has read The Holy Bible,
Contributes with a page.

Holy is the small one,
But almost like the son of man.
Jesus encourages poets,
To think grand.

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“Waiting For The Son 38”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A flash of Jesus,
That did last.
Everybody refers,
To his glorious past.

Artists pick up,
His bloodline of words.
The Mustard tree,
Hosts the poetic birds.

His name is adopted,
By every honest poet.
They are Jesus’ disciples,
And they all know it.

The torch of forever,
Will never fade.
It will light up humanity,
That roams in the shade.

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“Waiting For The Son 39”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus started,
The inner revolution.
That trespassed,
Every lying constitution.

Jim Morrison felt,
And rose his art.
He did almost like Jesus,
With his brave heart.

I follow his vision,
Generations do come.
Listen Daughters of The Moon,
And Sons of The Sun.

We poets save his vision,
In a process of light.
Eden is close,
I got it in sight.

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“Waiting For The Son 40”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Evilness is,
A rider on the storm.
Jesus and Jim Morrison,
Were riders on the storm.

They conquered the snake,
In their every way.
Wake up in God’s Eden,
You are here to pray.

Pray to God,
Eden and his son.
You have to worship them,
Or else, you are done.

Be a “Jesus-poet” of life,
Honor thy God.
If you do so,
God will nod.

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“Waiting For The Son 41”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison did,
Jesus’ deeds.
He wore the Cross,
Also Indian beads.

He did it for the sky,
Not for the money.
Inside his words,
One day it will be sunny.

One morning the strange sun,
Will open your door.
Undress naked as the mild sun,,
Of the Eden shore.

Jesus envisioned,
The dreams, not to lose.
There is a path within,
True poets do choose.

The salvation of Jesus,
In his words, and his name.
Do his every action,
There hides the true flame.

True poets of sun dance,
As Jim Morrison, the blessed.
His Indian summer of Eden,
God loves the best.

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“Waiting For The Son 42”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison and Jesus,
Both were real.
They wanted life to be,
Something you could really feel.

That drama of the poet,
In every human being.
God, Jesus and Eden,
Give life purpose and meaning.

We are not just drifting,
Under the miraculous sun.
Without any meaning,
Soon to be history, gone.

Jesus gave us hope,
To every pen of human race.
There is something more,
It is written in everybody’s face.

Eternal life.

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“Waiting For The Son 43”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The moment Jesus Christ,
Entered church.
He became the King of Eden,
On Mother Earth.

That red thread of history,
Was weaved into time.
Had its place,
In a poet’s rhyme.

Hope not forsaken,
A dream to become real.
Jesus started it all,
It is time to bow and kneel.

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“Waiting For The Son 44”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I got a message,
From inside of the son.
That love shall be spread,
To each and everyone.

I got a message,
From inside of the pen.
This ink is the bloodline,
Eternal, no end.

I got a message,
From inside us all.
We got to be friends,
Heed the poet’s call.

I got a message,
From up in the sky.
There is a fire, his name
You cannot deny.

The poetic Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 45”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do you have a good world,
When you are gone?
Enough to base,
A movie on?

Likely a drama of Jesus,
Was handed mildly to him.
No other than Morrison,
Whose forename was simply Jim.

A modern religious scripture,
Until his very end.
He carried the torch of Jesus,
Believed the world would mend.

He was a flower of Christ,
Grew into our desperate times.
Maybe his messianic poetry,
Was more than just listenable rhymes.

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“Waiting For The Son 46”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus lasts forever,
In a poet’s honest words.
Jesus made the poet,
Fly among the birds.

Freedom of his vision grew,
Into the poet’s works.
These wings he gave sounded like,
A nightbird as he chirps.

Fly away discipline,
Touch the very sky.
Jesus in your very art,
Will never let you die.

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“Waiting For The Son 47”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When William Shakespeare,
Walked in literal fear.
The Gospel of Jesus,
Rung in his ear.

That bravery of yours William,
Wise, fair and bold.
It was dangerous to express,
Your Gospel in days of old.

But you took your pen,
Channeled all your truth.
That survived unto today,
Still tempting as low-hanging fruit.

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“Waiting For The Son 48”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus, and poets,
Have a special fate.
Spread love with words,
Unite, not segregate.

Love without borders,
Flow like a smile.
You will all see the sun,
After a while.

Jesus does only,
What Jesus can do.
He encourages poets,
To break on through.

He shows a world within the world,
A light within the light.
This is what Jesus explains,
To all poets with might.

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“Waiting For The Son 49”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I feel a heavy,
But mysterious hand.
Tangling with,
My plan.

Mick Jagger says,
He ain’t no saint.
But all he has given,
Freedom, Jesus also did paint.

Bless his soul,
He is a non-believer.
But Mick has done more,
To a world that did receive her.

He is afraid of death,
But he got the point.
God sees through his fingers,
When Jagger lights up a joint.

It’s in the stars,
God gave your voice of fate.
You are a closet Jesus dude Mick,
Don’t worry about The Heaven’s gate.

You make people find,
The invisible Jesus.
Rock n’ roll poetry,
Is the only that can save us.

Jesus shone a light,
On you Mick Jagger.
Do not worry a second,
Do not bother.

Because Jesus worked,
Indirectly through you.
There are no poets,
As honest and true,
Like you Mick Jagger.

You are blessed,
With your atheist soul.
But you know, Sir Mick,
God gave us rock n’ roll.

God works,
In mysterious ways.
They are all outcasts,
With a glow in their face.

So, God does work,
Through an atheist too.
In this very moment Mick,
Jesus came to you.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 50”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Let us reinvent the feelings,
Of God from the ages.
Let us live out The Holy Bible,
In most of our pages.

Let the poets,
Write about the spirit to seize.
Telling the stories of the life,
To The Prince of Peace.

Let us do like him,
Marry humanity with the sun.
Let us write soulfully,
So God’s Kingdom will come.

Let us meet eternity,
There is no true end of this candle.
To know God in every action,
You got to handle.

Handle your life truthfully,
In the glory of the dawning light.
Do as Jim Morrison stated:
“You know the day destroys the night”

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 51”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus was not against anybody,
But for everybody.
But his goodness,
Made Calvary bloody.

Carry his cross,
Before it is too late.
Before you go into the trap,
Of The Devil’s tempting hate.

There is good and evil,
No doubt about that.
God knows always,
Where you are at.

Be a loving poet of life,
Write a poem in the air.
Give it to someone,
That is why you are here.

Fight for your grandiose Utopia,
You have to dare to dream.
The moment you do it my love,
Your heart, receives a sunbeam,
From the visible invisible God.

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“Waiting For The Son 52”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The summer rain,
Of Jim Morrison is magic.
A divine, blessed man,
But his end was tragic.

He walked the Messiah,
As best as he could.
Jesus Christ is the savior of all,
He clearly understood.

He screamed for Jesus,
Tried to follow his ways.
He wanted the ancient God,
To be the only we praise.

He wanted the mysterious,
Jesus to return.
That it is the spirit not the world,
We want to earn.

The Kingdom is within,
Jesus Christ is the inner light.
That inspires the souls of all,
Living in a hopeless night.

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“Waiting For The Son 53”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison, like Jesus,
Had the magic spell.
They warned us,
About the Roman Empire’s Hell.

With the evil sick orgies
In every layer of life there is.
Where Judas gives you,
A deadly seductive kiss.

The kiss of darkness,
They worship the night.
When they see goodness,
They curse its light.

The fight of the universe,
Between the good and the bad.
The Devil will not see you,
In bliss, being glad.

He wants your soul,
And throw you into the flames.
He will trick you I say, it is crucial,
Avoid all of his tempting games.

Follow Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 54”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I know what is wrong,
But there is nothing I can do.
People are too afraid,
To break on through.

People escape from Eden,
They run away from reality.
Reality is a very good place,
Why run into the arms of insanity?

People hate the simple truth,
They rather live a complicated lie.
They do not live before they die,
And they never ask themselves why?

Their lives are full of actions,
But all their actions are just lies.
If you do not got soul my people,
You pay the ultimate prize.

You pay the prize of panic,
When you mirror that inner eye.
You can lie with your tongue,
But your eyes do never lie.

So live on all you people,
Just do what you always do.
But even when you die,
You will not break on through,
So true.

My advice:

Start anew,
Do not just say I do,
But do,
Like Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 55”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If you really live this world,
You kind of pay the prize.
Just like Jesus Christ,
In Paradise.

Live fully,
Until you die.
Be ready,
To kiss the daily sky.

Feel the rush,
Of reality.
Life on earth,
Can taste like eternity.

Then life is over,
The very day you die.
But do not worry,
As an angel you can fly.

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“Waiting For The Son 56”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Carry the Cross,
For the Boss

Do like Christ,
Live and die.
Do not live,
A Devil’s lie.

Beware in,
This evil world.
Never give up,
You will unfurl,
Be a pearl,
Of remembrance.

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“Waiting For The Son 57”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Just think of Jesus,
That is all you got to do.
You will be a kinder person,
That is to break on through.

Think about his goodness,
Understand the human race.
No matter what the world will do,
Carry his soul with grace.

Be a light in the darkness,
Shine a light upon the world.
You know the world is crumbling,
But your deeds of Christ unfurl.

Every time you hurt,
Just think about this man.
His name is Jesus Christ,
By the time you will understand.

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“Waiting For The Son 58”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If the light of Jesus Christ,
Inspires your poet’s pen.
You will know there is life,
Beyond the end.

You will feel it in your marrow,
The soul behind it all.
You will gain a Christ-like power,
That shines inside your call.

The call of life is always,
There is surely something more.
The reverence of God, Jesus and Eden,
Will open your every door.

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“Waiting For The Son 59”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus is a moment in eternity,
Jesus is eternity in a moment.
This is what true poets understand.
That there is something behind,
Every face of man.

This wisdom is eternal,
Especially when God,
Introduced the pen.

Then Jesus came and inspired,
True poets,
To kill the end.

Eternity in ink,
Blessed poet of God.
Describing the light,
That hides in your blood.

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“Waiting For The Son 60”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus said,
At his last breath.
“It is fulfilled,
There is no death”.

Every poet,
With a descent heart.
Puts this truth,
Inside his art.

Jesus killed death,
He invented eternity.
In his teachings,
You find thy liberty.

His Kingdom was not,
Of this world.
They day you die,
All will unfurl.

Eden is a preparation,
For eternal life.
Life is a test,
Of joy and strife.

Pass the test,
And you will pass on.
To the Lord In the sky,
Jesus Christ, God’s son.

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“Waiting For The Son 61”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A true artist,
Goes for the inner gold.
Not for the riches,
We all have been told.

Success is salvation,
In The Devil’s eyes.
Be praised and raised,
But with a soul that dies.

No matter what,
You own my friend.
You will be naked,
In the end.

God looks into,
The heart of yours.
Time to repent,
Open doors.

The doors of perception,
To your soul and mind.
Thank you O’Lord,
In thy light I find.

The Gospel of all,
The word of words.
The Mustard tree,
Protects all birds.

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“Waiting For The Son 62”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

At the top of the mountain,
In a poet’s heart.
You got the commands,
For your art.

Write about eternity,
In life and afterwards.
Life is walking,
Through the two doors.

Have you forgotten the keys,
To the Kingdoms my friend.
Unlock these two doors,
And there will be no end.

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“Waiting For The Son 63”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dive so deep,
That you reach eternity,
In life and afterlife,
You will find liberty.

In the book of books,
A revelation of all.
Gives the poet,
A flaming call.

His art of the divine,
Is given to his mind.
But it is God that writes,
He is behind,
It all.

Eternity always,
Starts with a word.
An angel of love says:
“Fly free as a bird”.

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“Waiting For The Son 64”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The poet who walks,
Jesus’ words.
Knows the feeling,
Of the flying birds.

He knows there is,
A guide to his pen.
Because the words of God,
Go deeper than Zen.

These word are loaded,
With the spirit in the sky.
Walk these words,
And you will not die.

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“Waiting For The Son 65”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A poet walking Jesus,
Got a double force.
His poetry is guiding you,
To open all the doors.

His power got the light,
Who never, ever ends.
He makes all his enemies,
Unto his very friends.

This path is hard to follow,
But do your very best.
Let Jesus sneak inside you,
And find a home in your chest.

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“Waiting For The Son 66”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The sea of Jesus,
Waves to you.
Ride the wave,
In front of you.

His cross is telling,
Everyone to repent.
Even the poets,
Know that he is sent.

His wisdom and kindness,
You do not find anyplace.
Except like Jesus,
He will guide the human race.

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“Waiting For The Son 67”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The poet’s nightmare,
The greatest fear.
Is that Jesus will be erased,
From this very moment of here.

He is the inspiration,
Of every visionary writer.
He encourages them,
To be a grandiose fighter.

Jesus shall sail through,
The eternal mortal life.
To give the poets dreams,
In their hardship and strife.

Make dreams come true,
Under the holy sky.
Getting in touch with,
The things that do not die.

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“Waiting For The Son 68”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison stated:
“Now I call on you to pray”.
Jesus will return,
Rise like the spring of May.

Jim Morrison stated:
«No one will give it to Jesus».
They want his name, not flame,
Only Jesus’ flame will save us.

Jim Morrison stated:
«The unknown is behind the doors».
Unlock this ancient mystery,
And set free the source and its force,
Of God.

Jim Morrison stated:
“We had Eden, by the eternal sea”.
Let’s reinvent the myths,
The dream of Eden, will always be.

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“Waiting For The Son 69”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Every poet sails,
In circles around the sun.
Hoping that visions of Jesus,
Will unfold and become.

The second Adam,
I hear him speak in the sky.
He will come to Mother Earth,
To undress every lie.

Bow down to God,
See the hate you breathe.
Walk like Jesus, amen,
In your every single deed.

Everybody is created,
In the image of God.
But they have to discover,
What hides in your blood.

There is something more,
There is a secret behind.
A world to be revealed
That you finally will find.

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“Waiting For The Son 70”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I can hear Jesus,
Way up in the sky.
He sees the present world,
All he does is cry.

How come he says,
It has gone way too far.
The returning will be,
A silent, verbal war.

People have gone mad,
They weigh your life in gold.
They have fallen for Mammon,
They sell their every soul.

Jesus carries the question,
Is it possible to restore?
In a world gone totally insane,
I am knocking at your door,
Open the door.

Your last chance,
Repent,
Jesus is sent.

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“Waiting For The Son 71”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison wrote,
In neon lights.
Jesus inspired him,
In all his fights.

Jim Morrison,
Danced under the moon.
Hoping the sunrise,
Would come very soon.

Jim Morrison,
Saw the false madness,
He spoke about it,
His vision was gladness.

But as Jesus Christ,
Jim Morrison went down.
There is no room for kindness,
In any town.

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“Waiting For The Son 72”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison said,
The world is a simulation.
I agree, it is just a movie,
Without any hesitation.

Jesus and Jim Morrison,
Two blokes all do hate.
Their every action was pinned out,
They accepted their fate.

This manuscript is written,
In the stars up above.
Life is a just an authentic play,
It is a brutal truth to know.

Flowing through life,
They were blessed with their roles.
They were handed a fate of importance,
Two beautiful, holy souls.

Next time you live in freedom,
It is destiny playing you a trick.
Your are just a role in the drama of life,
The manuscript is very thick.

As Jim Morrison stated:
“Life is just a movie, or a play”
It is time to take it in,
I suggest that you may,
Understand,
It is all just a grand plan.

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“Waiting For The Son 73”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

How are we able,
To break on through?
When you do not let Jesus,
Come inside of you.

How shall the world,
Be a better place?
When nobody is showing,
Their authentic face?

How shall you listen,
If you avoid the call?
Know Jesus Christ,
Is the ruler of all.

Jim Morrison said,
«I am gonna get my highs».
While everyone is an escapist,
And the whole world dies.

They are both holy,
Became strangely united as one.
Jim Morrison was humble,
Waiting for the son.

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“Waiting For The Son 74”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dear Jesus Christ,
Is this the end?
Is the world too messed up,
Impossible to mend?

Billions are so called saved,
But no one does the Jesus walk.
They promise to do your actions,
But you know it is only talk.

The world is spinning faster,
Their brains are insane and fried.
Maybe it is an idea to repent,
And admit you have denied,
O’ Lord Jesus Christ who died,
You cannot hide,
Take a ride.

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“Waiting For The Son 75”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

We have to mend,
Avoid the end,
Make Jesus’ actions,
A friend,
It works far better than Zen,
You cannot hide,
Lend,
His hand,
Do not pretend,
That you are good,
It is understood,
Love God,
And your neighborhood.

Do like Jesus Christ says.

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“Waiting For The Son 76”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

An invisible Jesus,
Comes from the sky.
You will feel him, not see him,
But you will not doubt or deny.

He comes on a cloud,
You feel him, the invisible knight.
Who gives back your power,
With glorious eternal light.

The light of healing everything,
Turns Mother Earth into Paradise.
Where every human being,
Is acting loving and wise.

This is not a distant Utopia,
This is the written divine truth.
I understood this as a toddler,
Long before my youth.

Freedom is only within,
Wherever you may roam.
Jesus’ is inside of you,
He just found himself a home.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 77”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Seven steps to Heaven,
After you meet The Lord.
In the sky I see the crystal ship,
He drops a line, just climb onboard.

This guy is named like a disciple,
Lost but finally found.
His name is Jim Morrison,
His spirit is all around.

He does repent after leaving,
In a sad way he left our earth.
But in the midst of his dying,
He was saved in a moment of rebirth.

His words do linger clockwise,
The time of God himself.
His life is much more than a book
Standing untouched in the shelf.

He was crazed in his earthly living,
But something was surely divine.
This bloke of An American Prayer,
Who almost made water into wine.

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“Waiting For The Son 78”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

He offers you salvation,
Down by the Eden shores.
You have to listen to him,
He will open all your doors.

It is easy with Eden-healing,
A blooming soul in your heart.
You will mend in no time love,
Your heart is torn apart.

The world is not evil children,
God made everything complete.
It is man who needs salvation,
It is a short walk with your feet.

This walk to Eden-loving,
Under the scattered holy sun.
You have to rediscover Eden,
That is where you all come from.

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“Waiting For The Son 79”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

That rush of instant salvation,
Strikes the very few.
You got the insight of everything,
All is fresh and new.

Jesus is a miracle,
Thank God he was born.
Without the world would be,
Lost without hope, totally forlorn.

He is sneaky fellow,
He can come at any time.
If he chooses you my friend,
You are in an eternal prime.

Learn about him children,
You are lost and you are stuck.
Maybe your future will unfold,
And suddenly you will be struck,
By the light.

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“Waiting For The Son 80”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do not put your head,
In the sand.
But put your finger,
In the earth of your land.

When the music’s over,
On earth you are gone.
You will be burned in Hell,
That is no fun.

The Jesus friend, an Indian,
Climbs the mountain to pray.
Where is the dawn?
Come God, if you may.

But God he hides,
In the history untold.
He wants you to ride,
The snake who is old.

Back to the Garden,
Passing the gate.
This is serious,
The universe is at stake.

All will be blackened,
The Devil will win.
If you continue to kill earth,
With your every sin.

Bow down to God,
Save what is left.
This is not Godly harvesting,
It is rape, murder and theft.

We have a planet,
We have to restore.
Let the words of Jesus,
Walk through your door.

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“Waiting For The Son 81”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison is for sure,
A tricky, sneaky snake.
But listen to him,
Give him a break.

Because Jim Morrison knew,
That Jesus is very rare.
A man who lives,
Just everywhere.

He bowed down,
In his silent mind.
Prayed to a world,
That was not blind.

Awakened soul,
But on a lonely path.
He warned us all,
Of God’s wrath.

Listen children,
Do not kill the dawn.
But the message is rooted,
It is sown,
And has grown.

Mr. Mojo Risin’,
Crazed and wild.
But a humble dude,
He was a God’s child.

Just a ordinary person,
In awe of Jesus Christ.
He will never hurt you,
Will a betrayal heist.

Jesus is good,
God’s son in flesh.
Every morning of Jesus,
Is new and fresh.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 82”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Let the summer rain,
Cleanse you like a shower.
Give yourself,
The Jesus power.

You were bad,
Do the good.
Love the folks,
In your neighborhood.

Do not judge,
Try to forgive.
You will be light hearted,
That is how you shall live.

Praise your mother,
Your father and all.
Humble yourself,
You will rise, when you fall.

Fall flat at the feet,
Of God the good.
You are humble to rise,
All is well understood.

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“Waiting For The Son 83”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are waiting,
For the sun.
But maybe you are waiting,
For the son?

The son of God,
Thy humble King.
That can transform,
Absolutely everything.

Jesus Christ,
Is an ancient name.
But present,
Is his very flame.

He knows the soul,
Of everyone.
He will find you,
When you are gone.

The Shepherd finds,
His every lamb.
No matter how high,
He must climb.

Grab the hand,
Of his force.
He is the key,
That unlocks doors.

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“Waiting For The Son 84”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do me a favor,
Let Jesus in.
He will wash away,
Your every sin.

Everybody knows he is special,
But he is maybe something more?
God’s chosen son,
That will open your door?

Give him a chance,
You got nothing to lose.
Aren’t you tired,
Of the lingering blues?

Just say his name,
In your silent mind.
You will be changed,
Become loving and kind.

It is simple as that,
In Eden you roam.
When you invite Jesus,
To your home.

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“Waiting For The Son 85”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus can see,
Your every tear.
An invisible hug,
Is always here.

In the world of Jesus,
There is always good.
It is hard to believe,
But if you could?

See the light of God,
His soul and the sun.
In the Garden of Eden,
Your true life began.

Going back to Eden,
Into the evergreen.
You will rediscover,
Your every scene.

Holy father of life,
I say “Let it be.”
Set everyone here,
On Mother Earth free.

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“Waiting For The Son 86”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The proof is shown,
Humanity is one.
We come from Eve,
Every daughter and son.

We are all family,
Eden is true.
Even science,
Shows it to you.

The evil snake,
Has eaten himself.
Paradise has come,
Erase all Hell.

The haters will turn,
Into one people of God.
This will be true,
It might sound odd.

You remember when,
We were in Eden?
Where the apple,
Once were eaten?

Go back Adam,
Go back Eve.
One day you will see,
And start to believe,
In the knowing science,
Of man and God.

God first,
Always thirst,
For him.

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“Waiting For The Son 87”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus lay your,
Healing hand.
On everyone,
In every land.

Give them goodness,
Prevent it not.
Show them all,
They are all in the spot.

In the spot of God,
You are his friend.
Do not be afraid,
There is no end.

Eternity comes,
To the ones who pray.
To life and God,
In every way.

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“Waiting For The Son 88”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Behind the brain,
There is no pain,
No sad, sad rain.

Jim Morrison said that.

The soul is behind the brain,
The soul does not own the pain.
There is no rain in this inner reign.

The soul can be reached,
By the Paradise beach.
The Eden shores,
Open inner doors.

Jesus said,
I am not dead.

The second coming,
Is the second Adam’s return.

Again Eve will be Eve,
You got to believe,
This is the only way to go,
This is what Jesus saw,
All living by the law,
Jesus did foresaw,
The dawning of pure fun,
Laughing under the sun.
Jesus,
Did save us.

He heard the desperate cry,
Of Jim Morrison,
Whose voice,
shook Heaven’s grounds,
To act.

Eden is back,
Back in Eden.

Thanks to The shepherd,
Jesus Christ.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 89”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Well he just got into town,
Two millennia ago.
Took a look around,
See which way the wind blow.

Where the little Romans,
With their pitiful souls.
No one dared to step out,
Of their evil roles.

Jesus Christ accused,
Of blasphemy.
Because he knew the road,
To salvation and eternity.

He was nailed my friend,
He was crucified.
He kind of died,
But also survived.

Jesus,
Save us,
Jesus,
Save us,
He rises,
And shows us,
The two Paradises.
First Eden,
Then Heaven,
He is blessed like the number,
Seven, seven, seven.
Whoa!

Well he just got into town,
About an hour ago.
Took a look around,
See which way the wind blow.

Where the little whores,
Their spirits thrive.
All men and women are zombies,
No one here gets out alive.

Salvation comes to,
The once who are saved.
That rise up from a life,
Of being evil and depraved.

You find the light,
Where light is.
Repent, start anew,
I tell you this.

Lost Angeles,
Will be Los Angeles,
Once again.
Because of Jim Morrison,
And his eternal friend,
Jesus Christ.

Beat the madness,
And sadness,
With the divine,
Gladness,
Of Eden,
And Heaven.

Stories untold,
Brought to you,
By the bold,
More ancient than old.

Two thousand years ago,
You know.

Got to keep on Risen’
Got to keep on RiZen.

The unity,
Of two.
Comes,
To you.

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“Waiting For The Son 90”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You got to rise,
Feel your Paradise,
Now you only see it,
But you don’t feel it.

Walking in darkness,
Under the scattered sun.
That shines on each,
And everyone.

Take a jump,
Into yourself.
By discovering others,
In their hearts they dwell,
Waiting for to share,
Their well,
Of pure unbounded joy.

That is what we are made of,
Love, love, love,
Treasures in hearts,
Where all starts.

The beginning,
With no end.
The sun is rising,
My friend.

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“Waiting For The Son 91”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ was magic,
In his every step.
He didn’t want you,
To walk in evil lockstep.

You are unique,
Like a drop of love.
That comes from Heaven,
Way up above.

You are planned,
So let it be.
Show your freedom,
So all can see.

Hug your fellow man,
Believe in humanity.
Then all will live,
For eternity.

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“Waiting For The Son 92”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Be the hero,
Of the day.
In The Devil’s world,
Walk the Jesus way.

Love your father,
Love your mother.
Love your sister,
Love your brother.

Do like Jesus,
Move a mountain.
Seek the deepest truth,
If the loving fountain.

This water is eternal,
Your soul as well.
Be a good man,
Don’t go to Hell.

Do your best,
To forgive.
That is the only way,
To last and live.

Excuse me for,
The way I feel.
Sometimes I sense,
That God is real.

We hope and live,
We try our best.
Maybe something eternal,
Lives inside our chest.

I believe,
Adam and Eve,
Is no coincidence at all.

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“Waiting For The Son 93”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Can’t you hear,
The children of God cry.
They suffer for decades,
Then they die.

Let the power of God,
Fill your veins.
Release yourself,
From traumatic chains.

Be free in Eden,
All this is yours.
I will give you the key,
That unlocks your doors.

This rush is life,
All days become divine.
Feel the eternal love,
Of mine.

I’m an ordinary dude,
But I know something rare.
One day you will be stunned,
And just stand and stare,
At Paradise,
Live that rush.

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“Waiting For The Son 94”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus comes sweeping,
Like a wind over the plains.
Where the memory,
Of ancient Indians remains.

He says to the natives,
In these precious times.
It has gone too far,
They have crossed the lines.

Jesus comes back,
And meet the council in the tent.
Say to every Indian,
To whom he is sent.

Thy Eden lifestyle,
Is seen by the almighty God.
He has seen all the goodness,
You have trod.

Indians blessed every tree,
Every flower, and every blade of grass.
They lived a true Eden life,
They could hold and grasp.

Come back times,
The ancient is holy and old.
Give back all the souls,
You have been tortured and sold.

Indians you will rise,
Because you are his Adam an Eve.
The times are a changing,
You have to believe,
You have to believe.

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“Waiting For The Son 95”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Riders on the drops of rain,
That pour down on a world insane.
Murderer, killer finds his prey.
Where is God’s dawn, the Jesus way?

Let your soul free, play like a child.
Every flower is innocent, but also wild.
Girl, love your man, be his best friend.
Because of your love, life will not end.

Jesus, poets heed his words.
Adore don’t shoot the freedom birds.
Into this mystery we all are born.
But without The Lord, you are forlorn.

The secret is obvious, no mystery.
God will show you eternity.
Be like Jesus, and evilness will fade.
Step into the sun, step out of the shade.

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“Waiting For The Son 96”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The ghost of God,
Hides everywhere.
Be his name,
And you feel he is here.

In every Jesus,
Corner of yours.
He is blessed,
He opens doors.

His naked soul,
Inspires the poets.
Jim Morrison was among,
Those who know it.

Dance in the night,
The sky is so clear.
The poet feels,
God is everywhere.

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“Waiting For The Son 97”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A warning from Jesus,
Heed and behold.
Do exactly,
What you are told.

If humanity,
Do not become friends.
All you got for an eye,
Vanishes and ends.

The end of pleasures,
Of every kind.
Engrained hater,
Don’t be blind.

Hear Jesus Christ,
In the howling wind.
You must repent,
Do no more sin.

Don’t rape all life,
Offers you.
Or you will never,
Break on through.

Never Eden again,
Life is at stake.
Gone in darkness,
Because of all your hate.

So, I give you all,
One more chance.
Be an Indian of tomorrow,
In a blessed Ghost Dance.

You are nature,
In every way.
Jesus’ Eden is the answer,
The dawning day,
Pray.

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“Waiting For The Son 98”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Just thinking about Jesus,
Eases my mind.
So I can leave all my hatred,
Way behind.

Just thinking about Jesus,
That he walked on this globe.
He was an ordinary man,
Who wore God’s robe.

Just thinking about Jesus,
When I walk in the street.
Makes me want to wash,
The beggar’s feet.

Just thinking about Jesus,
I feel a sigh of relief.
That there is something more,
Than this life which is brief.

Just thinking about Jesus,
I want to bless all with love.
I look at the wonder in the sky,
That sails above.

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“Waiting For The Son 99”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Spread your wings,
You can fly.
Life is eternal,
You never die.

Break on through,
To the other side.
Open all the senses,
You got inside.

Open the doors,
And Eden will flow.
All you believed,
You finally know.

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“Waiting For The Son 100”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Never give up,
You are meant to stay.
Trust in God the almighty,
Not the bird of prey.

Be a soul of goodness,
Grab your fucking friends.
Create a mortal feeling,
That really never ends.

You have come to earth,
To walk in sun and rain.
All people go for God,
There is too much pain.

God will lift you up,
You have to take the stage.
Write your story of life,
Fill up every page.

Never give up friends,
No matter what they say.
We pray for the world to change,
In every other way.

On this earth we all are brothers,
And sisters in our souls.
Step into the ways of God,
Step out of your evil roles.

Life is just a drama,
But do your best to choose.
Go for the divine and eternal,
That you will never, ever lose.

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“Waiting For The Son 101”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The works of Jesus Christ,
And Jim Morrison,
In fact most poets,
Are running against The Devil.

The Devil is tricky,
He tricked Adam and Eve.
He can do it again,
That is what I believe.

Evil is winning,
All poets, you got to fight.
Or else we all,
Will enter the eternal night.

People are sleepwalking,
Into the evil hand.
They are comforted with pleasures,
In their sovereign land.

Hate others,
Is the mantra of evil.
People are tempted to follow,
This deed of The Devil.

Repent my people,
Do only good.
One day you will understand,
What I understood.

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“Waiting For The Son 102”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If Jesus lived,
He is the son of God.
No human being,
Got these words in their blood.

He is divine in a way,
Only God’s son can speak.
He walked and talked like a King,
But he was also meek.

His way is a road,
You ought to follow.
Fill up your life with God,
You are sad and hollow.

Proof is given,
God has a son.
One day you will bless him
And let his Kingdom come.

A state of eternity,
In a mortal life.
The glory of God,
Will overthrow every strife.

Because God’s Eden,
Will come to you.
You will pass through the gate,
When you break on through.

True is the Gospel,
True is this King.
He is the one,
That gives you everything.

So, Jesus he lives,
He gives you a kiss.
In his every word,
Who will lead you to bliss.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 103”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Embrace God, Jesus,
And Eden kicks.
The morning you wake up,
Your universe clicks.

Everything in your life,
Falls into place.
You feel unity,
With the human race.

You will feel that earth,
Makes you fly.
With a soul of an angel,
Who will never die.

You will feel the wine,
Flow in your eyes.
No matter who you are,
You will feel Paradise.

Because you got the spirit,
Eternal within.
You will be good,
No more to sin.

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“Waiting For The Son 104”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There was a thing,
A friend of mine said:
“Do like Jesus Christ”,
Don’t be a living dead.

Jim Morrison said:
“Wake up a thousand times”.
His life is much more,
That just music and rhymes.

It struck my mind:
“You must be the ruler of you”
Take responsibility,
Break on through.

To break on through,
Is not being a dude.
That uses chemicals,
To boost your mood.

It means to be nice,
Mild, and loving.
Be an example,
With all you are showing.

Walk in this garden,
That got stories to tell.
In Eden there is,
A secret sacred well.

This holy water,
Is pure and clean.
It is a revelation,
Not a dream.

Take a step inwards,
And meet salvation.
“You find you inside you”
Without any hesitation.

This is Heaven above,
Brought to this land.
Go back into Eden,
Grab his tender hand.

Pour the wine,
Break the bread.
Jesus’ deeds,
Will wake the dead.

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“Waiting For The Son 105”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I was stunned,
When I looked at the sky.
I saw the invisible Jesus,
It is truth, it is no lie.

I saw the spirit,
Of him in the air.
It almost erased,
My every fear.

I saw the crystal ship,
He dropped a line.
He told me to:
“Spread the words of mine”

I will do so my angel,
Whom I cannot see.
But I feel your being,
Burns inside of me.

I walk among people,
With this memory by hand.
A message I saw,
In your invisible land.

Words to be spread,
Feelings will grow.
You might be the first one,
That really does know.

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“Waiting For The Son 106”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ,
Has risen i say.
Get on your knees,
Start to pray.

Pray for goodness,
In your heart.
Let this be,
A holy forgiving start.

The mother and father,
You cursed and threw.
Because all of the things,
They did to you.

Forgive them all,
Who gives you an eye.
Let all bitterness,
Vanish and die.

Cry for Christ,
Strive to be good as him.
Avoid this evil,
We all call sin.

Feel the sun,
Inside your heart.
Mend it my friend,
It’s torn apart.

Healing is all,
That is our destiny.
There is no death,
Only eternity.

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“Waiting For The Son 107”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Let it be clear,
And well understood.
No matter who you are,
You are good.

Any day,
Can destroy the night.
Let your candle,
Be your light.

Be inspired by Jesus,
Who was sent.
Start anew,
Bow, repent.

Start you every,
Dawning day.
Folding your hands,
In a humble way.

You are everything,
You are we.
When all people are one,
The world is free,
To be,
Paradise on Mother Earth.

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“Waiting For The Son 108”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus loves you,
You do not believe.
Because you are saddened,
As Adam and Eve.

You are cursed,
From top to toe.
You long for something,
That makes you grow.

I know your pain,
You have lost your hope.
You think every solution,
Is just cope.

You feel your fate,
Is named bad luck.
No hope in sight,
You are stuck.

One thing that,
Can easy your living Hell.
Remember you want to live,
In your every cell.

Believe in hope,
No matter what.
Maybe there is,
One tiny thing you got.

Hold on to,
This tiny light.
I embrace you fighter,
In your hopeless night.

I see all people,
Got lives so blue.
Only sadness,
Came to you.

Yes, God is harsh,
But at least cling to the sun.
That shines at you,
No matter where you’re from.

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“Waiting For The Son 109”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A divine soul,
Is given to your heart.
Observe all things outside,
That kind of are apart.

Let your soul,
Observe to rise.
That you got a body,
In an earthly Paradise.

Watch Eden,
With your inner eye.
This is a world,
That can mystify,
You,
To break on through,
The inner sky,
Is always blue,
Happiness will come,
To you.

An angel with a body,
That is who you are.
There is an Eden awaiting,
Your tiny sunny soul-star.

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“Waiting For The Son 110”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When you feel eternity,
Blinks in your moments at earth.
You surely had,
Your spiritual rebirth.

When you feel eternity,
That there is no end.
You are on the path,
That is right my friend.

When you feel eternity,
In every Biblical word.
You sail the sky,
Just like a bird.

When you feel eternity,
Eternal you are.
You watch the sky,
And feel every star.

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“Waiting For The Son 111”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus lives,
Jesus gives.
Jesus thrives,
In our lives.
He was crucified,
He is mystified.

Jesus comes,
He belongs,
To everything,
He is a King.
The wisest man,
In every land,
Take his hand,
And you will feel grand.

Jesus is good,
That is understood.
Love thy God,
And your neighborhood.
Try to be,
A little like him,
And you see,
You will set joy free,
And that is to be,
Love of God.

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“Waiting For The Son 112”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You go through life,
You feel like a zero.
Every poet of Christ,
Says you’re a hero.

Life is hard,
Jesus said.
Don’t you die,
Before you’re dead.

Some poets give up,
But I tell you, do not so.
At your natural end,
Is the time to go.

See Jesus,
In thy every sky.
You will always live,
To never die.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 113”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Father Sky,
Hear Mother Earth’s cry.
All habitants on earth,
Don’t you let her die.

Treat mother nature,
Precious I tell.
You do not want our Eden,
To go straight to Hell?

The author,
Of the Book of Books.
Says find your soul,
Beyond your looks.

Looks do fade,
But soul do not.
Never let,
Your spirit rot.

Be a creature of God,
A creature of all good.
Do good to others,
That’s what you should.

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“Waiting For The Son 114”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

As a poet of Christ,
I try to embrace my fate.
Teach mistreated people,
They don’t need to hate.

Jesus was crucified,
With a crown of thorns.
Do not repeat this mistake,
Or else you will hear the horns.

I didn’t choose this life,
This life chose it for me.
Destiny lives truly,
A liberated man is never free.

All people are part of,
A dramatic well written play.
I am humble but royal,
Doing the best in every way.

This is not a rebellion,
Against this life I have gotten.
But as a son of the sun,
I feel completely forgotten.

I made wine out of water,
I Walk the talk of good.
But nothing turned out,
As it really should.

I pray to God until I die,
I live in a fragile hope.
Is my suffering,
Just being eased by a naive cope?

But I hold on to Jesus,
I hold on to the Lord.
The Crystal Ship will come,
He drops a line, and I climb onboard.

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“Waiting For The Son 115”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus was old,
But died young.
Embrace the day,
Where you come from.

Each step of life,
You die every day.
So let love beat death,
Bow humble and pray.

You are young,
Soon to be old.
Then you will lose,
Your weight in gold.

So be like Jesus,
Erase the concept of years.
Believe in eternity,
Drop all your fears.

Embrace this life,
You got nothing else by hand.
Know Eden is not far away,
But in this very land,
Of yours,
Open the doors.

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“Waiting For The Son 116”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Nothing else,
Comes to your mind.
The golden calf,
Has made you blind.

The sun is setting,
Over the sheep.
Listen to the shepherd,
He is eternally deep.

Trust in the light,
Trust in the trust.
Be a good soul,
That never will rust.

Jesus has lived,
You will not lie.
Even the scholars,
Cannot deny.

There is something special,
Of this soul in flesh.
You got a spirit my friends,
You got to refresh.

Salvation is cosmic,
The Journey to your star
Everything is forever,
And comes from afar.

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“Waiting For The Son 117”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Admit, you are an animal,
It is important for you to see.
The instincts have ruled you,
Too much, in fact totally.

Lusts and needs are important,
But do not forget your soul.
Transcend yourself into divinity,
Step out of the animalistic role.

Dance under the moon with Cupid,
But remember your spirit within.
Be like a swan with your spouse of love,
Live lusty but not in sin.

When it comes to the goods earth offers,
Share them with each and everyone.
In the day of enlightened instincts,
You are a human under the sun,
Waiting for the son.

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“Waiting For The Son 118”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison was humble,
Wrote his words with blood.
He felt abounded by everyone,
But fought alone for the ways of God.

He believed in Jesus Christ,
There was something special about him.
One holy man invented eternity,
That puzzled Jim Morrison within.

The mystery of himself,
A fight for The Prince of Peace.
Jim did his best in The Garden of Eden,
He found a vision he could seize.

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“Waiting For The Son 119”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison the poet,
I wish you only well.
God’s ways of eternity,
You explained them very well.

You lived at the rooftop,
The moon casted a spell.
You heard stories of Eden,
In your head, you had to tell.

The savior Jesus Christ,
Held your fate with a steady hand.
Guided you through Babylon,
And showed you another land.

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“Waiting For The Son 120”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison ,
Surely did know.
Where his life,
And path would go.

He knew he was,
A shooting star.
A poet crowded,
In the bar.

He burned for Eden,
Seriously, no joke.
He saw God’s Kingdom,
Go up in smoke.

He had a grandiose,
Vision of time.
He knew someone,
Would be his rhyme.

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“Waiting For The Son 121”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There are too much,
Of only God and Jesus.
The Garden of Eden,
Surrounds us.

Two Kingdoms are given,
From the most high.
Live in thy Paradise Eden,
Before you die.

Religion should,
Be celebrating life.
With moments of relief,
Between every strife.

Jim Morrison wanted,
Life to be a celebration.
Where we get along,
In every holy nation.

Do not forget,
The first Kingdom given.
The Garden of Eden.
Or you won’t be forgiven.

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“Waiting For The Son 122”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Salvation is just,
To avoid every trick.
Of The Devil’s mind,
In a world so sick.

Embrace Heaven at earth,
You might be alone.
To see Eden is,
A God given home.

Go out in the world,
Be a shining sun.
When people see your eyes,
They know where you are from.

You are from the Gospel,
A person of history.
All your deeds,
Remembered for eternity.

Beware of The Devil,
Wherever he roam.
Do not be evil minded,
With a heart of stone.

Eden is truth,
In its every way.
Wake up to God,
In your every day.

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“Waiting For The Son 123”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

“An American Prayer”,
Is a story untold.
Brought to life,
By a 27 years old,
Jim Morrison.

He wanted us to,
Undress our souls.
Step into truth,
Out of our fake roles.

Jim Morrison was old,
Eternal of mind.
Search for Eden,
And you will find.

Eden is there,
At your bare feet.
Also in a car,
In the main street.

This world will evolve,
To what it should be.
A modern Eden,
That sets all free.

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“Waiting For The Son 124”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Everybody knows,
All life comes to an end.
But there is something eternal,
Within you my friend.

Jesus told you,
To have no fear.
When you leave for Heaven,
From this placed called here.

We hold on to,
The glorious thought.
Eternity shall be earned,
It cannot be bought.

All you got,
And all that you are.
You cannot bring,
On your journey to your star.

We travel like a spirit,
We fly at a speed.
Given to you,
Because your every holy deed.

Try to be good,
Have God in your heart.
To dare to believe,
Would be a good start.

Life does not end,
We will become energy.
A soul that lives,
For eternity.

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“Waiting For The Son 125”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus said:
“Throw your mountain at the sea.”
Freedom with God, Jesus and Eden,
Will set all you people free.

Jim Morrison said:
“See what’s there in front of you.”
Listen to him,
And break on through.

The angel said:
“There is no death.”
Don’t worry when you take,
Your last breath.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 126”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I tell you all,
Once upon a time man.
There used to be a truth,
You got to understand.

If you allow yourself,
To feel eternally deep.
You will wake up from,
Your dangerous sleep.

You will hurt others,
Through all history.
If you do not allow yourself,
To feel your eternity.

Eternity is within you,
A soul is in your core.
Only when you pass into Eden,
You will open this ancient door.

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“Waiting For The Son 127”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Beware of who,
You crucify.
You may do wrong,
And eternally die.

Look at Jesus,
The awaited King.
You may cut off,
An angel’s wing.

Be aware,
What’s done and said.
Maybe you will die,
After you’re dead?

Jesus comes,
In a strange, strange way.
Look it’s dawn,
The break of day.

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“Waiting For The Son 128”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison,
He held by hand.
The map to everybody’s,
Promised Land.

But he pointed at Jesus,
In a desperate scream.
That God will unleash,
A frightening dream.

Jim Morrison bowed,
As he humbly said.
Invited Heaven,
Into his bed.

This other Kingdom,
Is by far the best.
You only enter,
Naked, undressed.

His deeds of life,
Will open the door.
To the white blind light,
To our heavenly O’ Lord.

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“Waiting For The Son 129”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Adam and Eve,
Might memorize.
The first flash,
Of Paradise.

Everybody recalls,
The fruit of good.
Love is the mantra,
To be understood.

No spirit-clothes,
The soul is undressed.
All we got on our minds,
Is expressed.

The old goes along,
With every child.
Life is an adventure,
But gentle and mild.

Safety rules,
In this Kingdom of God.
Let us go back to Eden,
The Lord does nod.

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“Waiting For The Son 130”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Imagine a carpenter,
Was God’s son.
An angel can hide,
In each and everyone.

So beware how you treat,
Your fellow man.
Who might be important,
Divine and grand.

God used Jesus,
A simple man of earth.
His holy parents,
Loved him at birth.

He came to life,
In a humble stable.
God hides greatness,
In an ordinary fable.

Next time you curse,
A loser that catches your eye.
Do not judge him, I warn you,
Then you might eternally die.

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“Waiting For The Son 131”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

He stood and leveled his thumb,
At the side of the road.
He heard the sick leader,
Squirming like a toad.

Jim Morrison saw the truth,
Was manipulated by evil.
He saw anti-Christ,
Dressed like The Devil.

Jim Morrison warned you,
It was not just stories to tell.
He saw the coming of the end,
Reminded him of Biblical Hell.

He gave his life for poetry,
Burned the flame of God.
This guy was close to a savior,
Not dark, sullen and odd.

But Jim Morrison was humble,
Screamed for just the only one.
“Jesus come and save us”
Before we vanish to be gone.

He was a messenger of God,
He showed his matchstick sun.
They treated his as crap,
No one listened to Jim Morrison.

The end?

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“Waiting For The Son 132”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ,
All fear to be near.
When he comes,
Around here.

He is perceived,
As dangerous,
Love is controversial,
Especially from Jesus.

He hits the nail,
In every word.
Freedom is threatening,
They say: «Kill that bird».

History would likely,
Repeat itself.
They will crucify him,
And guard their Babylon Hell.

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“Waiting For The Son 133”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Awake my pretty child,
First thing you see.
Is the Eden shores,
Where all is free.

Music, laughter and chatter,
In every corner of life.
Angels got bodies,
In a life of no strife.

Indians dance,
God is their host.
He hides in the bonfire,
As a ghost.

Days are days,
Every night a night.
All goes smoothly,
Life is not a fight.

Harmony spirits
Sound like they’re wild.
They are dancing flowers,
Free like a child.

This is Eden,
Not any dream.
You can hear all floats,
All spirits stream,
A stream of consciousness,
Of divinity.

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“Waiting For The Son 134”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ,
I have understood.
You come no way,
If you are good.

Evil people,
Do their best.
To betray their soul,
Inside their chest.

But I wonder why,
Evil does win?
People are cherished,
If they sin.

Follow God,
He is your boss.
Praise his son,
Carry your cross.

Be a human being,
No matter what they say.
All will be revealed,
In the light of a day.

Life is not eternal,
But the soul tends to be.
Only goodness at earth,
Will give you God’s eternity.

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“Waiting For The Son 135”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Why do you crucify,
God’s only son?
It is kind of strange,
How come?

You cry for God,
To rescue your soul.
To heal this world,
A deep shit hole.

But then he comes,
And you find your nails.
You follow the pattern,
Of a Roman who fails.

You do it again,
You have done wrong.
He was the one,
That knew what went wrong.

But you do not want light,
You had your chance.
You praised The Devil,
You sing and dance.

A tiny hope of God,
Is given by hand.
Listen to Jesus,
Enter The Promised Land.

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“Waiting For The Son 136”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A person who is,
A God’s child.
Acts humane,
And is kind and mild.

The Bible says,
This is the way to be.
Only kindness,
Will set you free.

Jesus came,
He was good.
Divine, a person,
Of no falsehood.

If you dare,
To be yourself.
Be aware,
You are in Hell.

Fight boldly,
There is a life to seize.
Only goodness,
Will give you Paradise.

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“Waiting For The Son 137”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Life is just,
A given role.
If you are,
A lucky soul.

Christ was given,
A role of bliss.
Until that Judas,
Gave him a kiss.

If you are meant,
To heal the world.
Embrace your role,
You are a pearl.

Change your part,
Join the good.
It will pay off,
If you would.

All moments,
Are written from afar.
A play that is written,
In your star.

Know that goodness,
Is your destiny.
You are changed,
By poetry.

Life is a movie,
Jim Morrison said that.
Find yourself,
Where you are at.

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“Waiting For The Son 138”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Holy Bible,
Stands on the shelf.
Open it up,
And say to yourself.

Me I am only Adam,
Me I am only Eve.
We have been given,
Something to believe.

Returning to Eden,
That is God’s only goal.
So you feel eternity,
Breathes in your soul.

Where all is an adventure,
Where magic owns the day.
Where you are given everything,
You do not need to pray.

The only prayer that is left,
Says: “Thank you my dear Lord,
My soul has conquered Eden,
I will no longer be bored”

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“Waiting For The Son 139”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Life is a play, a scripted drama,
Nothing but a living movie.
Understanding this my friend,
Will make your fate feel groovy.

You will walk through life,
In a script of all your days.
Life is your personal drama,
That never ever fades.

You are important dear,
You got royal blood.
All is important, even you,
Praised by the almighty God.

Sail this drama, full of life,
Love destiny do not hate.
Always have in mind my love,
The universe got a fate.

I do not know, where it leads,
But something came to mind.
If you do not believe in God,
Or destiny, you are blind.

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“Waiting For The Son 140”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If you are loser,
If you are a winner,
If you are truthful,
If you are a sinner.

You are welcomed,
Whoever you are.
God the almighty one,
Has given you a star.

There is your home,
For a blessed eternity.
Even a slave at earth,
God will set you free.

But the deepest will,
Of our master my friend.
Live your life,
Until the very end.

The end is a start,
I tell you it is so.
But that time of day,
Only one does know.

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“Waiting For The Son 141”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Eden itself is only pure adventure,
Yes, heed my every loaded word.
The Mustard Seed became a tree,
For you my angelic freedom bird.

It flows straight through your Eden,
An invisible river of our love.
This wine of water comes from God,
Brought to you by a whitened dove.

The Second Adam, Jesus Christ,
Leads you through the gate.
It is written in the book of old,
Our common Biblical fate.

Back to Eden, fulfill the dream,
God wants to do only good.
The day you enter, you will start to feel,
What Jesus Christ always understood.

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“Waiting For The Son 142”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There are billions,
Of suns across the universe.
But there is only one sun,
That can break the curse.

The curse of isolation,
We feel towards the light.
But he is the morning star,
You got within sight.

This King of Kings,
Comes from the deepest space,
To teach all people,
The secrets of the human race.

He is a humble man of power,
In fact he rules the course of all.
His eyes tells you a new story,
He’s got an eternal spiritual call.

He is a King, you do not need to bow,
He shares the wine and bread.
He came into everybody’s life,
There was something crucial he said.

I am the King of Eden and of Sky,
I show the path to both these realms.
Both these kingdoms of God,
Have a beauty untold, that overwhelms.

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“Waiting For The Son 143”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Mother of Jesus,
Had horrific pain.
What they did to her son,
Was evil and insane.

But Jesus and Mary,
Will never be forgotten.
How they were treated,
By a world turned rotten.

He will come back,
In one or another form.
He will question,
Every Babylon norm.

He will throw all money,
Into the pits of Hell.
He will ask every human,
Do you know what you sell?

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“Waiting For The Son 144”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There is a place,
I cannot hide.
Break on through,
To the other side.

You got Eden my friend,
Right by your side.
Break on through,
To the other side.

Jesus lives,
Even though he died.
Break on through,
To the other side.

You know my words,
Cannot be denied.
When you break on through,
To the other side.

The road to Eden,
I am your guide.
Break on through,
To the other side.

You want this truth,
You felt they all lied.
Break on through,
To the other side.

My eternal words,
You have found and you sighed.
Break on through,
To the other side.

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“Waiting For The Son 145”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

for King Harald V 21 February 1937-28 August 2026

The King is dead,
To never die.
Death my friend,
Is such a lie.

The Lizard King,
We know by name.
An eternal poet,
God did proclaim.

Death is on the end,
Of a candle.
Sought both worlds,
You got to handle.

In this world,
Jesus breathes.
He is the wind,
Who touches leaves.

There is no death,
You last forever.
The other world hides,
In the word “whenever”.

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“Waiting For The Son 146”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Sometimes I feel,
A lion I am born.
I feel Jesus Christ’s,
Every thorn.

Jesus suffered,
So we could be.
To live in love,
And liberty.

The King of Kings,
Inspires us all.
He gives true poets,
A God given call.

We take this man
At his word.
About an Eden hurt,
It is for him unheard.

Jim Morrison cried,
Out Jesus’ name.
Please do save us,
With thy eternal flame.

Poets fight on,
For Christ they bow.
Finding a way,
To fulfill his vow.

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“Waiting For The Son 147”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

He had nobody,
Everybody had him.
They named him crazy,
Morrison was more than Jim.

He fought for life,
Wanted to wake up the youth.
But you know history well,
Humanity kills all truth.

How can we poets,
With fire in the blood?
Have the courage to fight,
Almost like the son of God?

I do not know the answer,
But there is one thing I do ask.
Why do you waste opportunity,
This is a life that you should grasp?

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“Waiting For The Son 148”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison had a question,
He did ask.
Why do you trade,
Your feelings for a mask?

What do you want,
Being fake?
Doing the deeds,
Of the evil Biblical snake?

You slide through life,
But do not dare to go deep.
Because then you will wake up,
You are spiritually asleep.

You are doing your best,
It is your soul you sell.
You should pray to God,
That there is no Hell.

Heed my warning,
But you say I rather not.
Because The Devil,
Made you rich and hot.

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“Waiting For The Son 149”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus walks Eden,
The others walk Hell.
Jesus give love,
The others do sell.

Jesus feels sky,
The others feel a void.
Jesus faces truth,
The others avoid.

Jesus is good,
The others do not dare.
Jesus is present,
The others escape the moment
That exists only here.

Jesus is real,
The others fake it.
Jesus comes to Heaven,
The others do not make it.

Except the Jesus walkers,
They go beyond,
This breeze of life.

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“Waiting For The Son 150”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Are people too destroyed,
To understand.
That Mother Earth,
Is the Promised land?

This earth is Eden,
Nothing besides.
This is the truth,
Mankind denies.

They treat Eden,
They abuse people and land.
This is not the covenant,
God did command.

All is blinded,
By the fires of Hell.
That hides in the stories,
Money does tell.

You sell your soul,
You fake a smile.
You kill the innocence,
Of every child.

You treat all elders,
Like a burden to bear.
But one day my friend,
You are lying there.

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“Waiting For The Son 151”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus will not judge,
There is a place in his heart.
His goodness is of God,
Since Eden did start.

He is gentle, loving,
He cares, he is mild.
Jesus is place to rest,
In a world gone wild.

He receives you in life,
He receives you in death.
He lives in all,
Like an answer of breath.

Jesus is warmth,
The white blind light.
He is thy every star,
In the hopeless night.

Do not worry,
Open up and receive.
Jesus has come,
To never leave.

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“Waiting For The Son 152”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The serpent has the power,
He guards the Babylon tower.
This stranger, I warn you,
I shout out loud.
He is not humble in any way,
He is too God damn proud.

He has no roots to grow.
He teaches people,
He does not know.

He tricks you to drink,
From the poisoned well.
He wants God’s dear Eden,
Go to Hell.

He wants a world,
That is sad and black.
When he hears Jesus’ name,
He screams «Attack».

This serpent rules,
He wants you to praise.
Each and every,
Of his evil ways.

So, I say to you,
Bow and repent.
Jesus is all,
His Eden is sent.

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“Waiting For The Son 153”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You got to keep on Risin’
I am waiting humble for you.
You ride the snake to arrive,
In front of the gate, to break on through.

Mystery in the city,
Where only angels live.
They are lost in only sin,
Mr.Mojo Risin’ does forgive.

He points at Jesus verbally,
Says he is the only way.
He is a humble Lizard King,
The founder, of the break of day.

Jesus saves, the neon blinks,
The sun rises in the west.
Jesus loves the Indian summer,
Better than all the rest.

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“Waiting For The Son 154”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Life is just,
A story told.
The origin of it,
Is pretty old.

Before all became,
God wrote all tales.
Even that Jesus,
Took the nails.

Each little thing,
In all of our lives.
By the time,
All will humbly rise.

Rise into,
A drama untold.
Heaven on earth,
Will bloom and unfold.

You are important,
But you got a role.
It is hard to accept,
With your soul.

Jesus was destined,
So are you.
In this simulation of life,
Try to break on through.

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“Waiting For The Son 155”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

For you life is an adventure,
For Jesus Christ it is a drama.
You are just an actor in the play,
Adapt and overcome the trauma.

You must flow, glow and know,
That life is a weird cinematic play.
Live your role, as best as you can,
All is destined, in every single way.

Look at the mysterious shining moon,
Feel the loving warmth of the sun.
Before you even know my friend,
Life passes by, suddenly you are gone.

All people, take life as it really is,
An adventure following the story.
Written by God in the stars,
Fall into his strange bliss of glory.

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“Waiting For The Son 156”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison, the sun,
Is setting in the west.
An another author,
Knows in his chest.

That there is an unraveled,
Thing called the end.
Where death indeed,
Is your only friend.

But this very person,
Fights for the dawn.
A blissful gathering,
Which all people do own.

This Christ in the heart,
His beginning has no end.
The coming of Eden,
Will unfold my friend.

Jesus is the way,
To forgiveness and love.
Jim Morrison was,
A messenger’s dove.

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“Waiting For The Son 157”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You wait for Jesus,
But he is already here.
He is hidden in Eden,
That is frankly everywhere.

See the mysterious garden,
God’s blessings will descend.
Life is flowing like a river,
A river without any end.

The magic is in the air,
This is Eden as its best.
God will do a miracle,
The sun will rise in the west.

That is the plan.

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“Waiting For The Son 158”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I went through a distant portal,
And opened every single door.
I knew the ancient history,
The bloodline of his core.

The savior saved the people,
But no one did his deeds.
They were all laughing loud,
Saying “Christ is the one who bleeds”

But I tell you little man,
Who are you in this brutal play.
You mirror all your merits,
It is to yourself that you do pray.

Nothing can be hidden,
From our Father, O’ Lord our God.
There comes a day of judgement,
Where you will spill your blood.

Repent.
Bow.
Pray.
There is still time to be good,
Understood?
Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 159”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

People walk the Garden of Eden,
But they are blind to what they see.
God has made this Garden of love,
To show you the meaning of liberty.

They treat earthly life as forever,
And mistrust their souls of eternity.
The very day you know you will die,
You will wake up and be set free.

You will walk in love from day to day,
With a shining light for them all.
Spreading the goodness of Jesus Christ,
You are a giant, but humble and small.

This life is only a one-time beginning,
So let this beautiful soul, never end.
It is only in light, you find forever,
The dawn is a blessing my friend.

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“Waiting For The Son 160”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

In today’s world,
What would Jesus say?
Where all that is ugly,
Does not deserve the day?

The world has,
Turned ugly at heart.
The world favors people,
Pretty and smart.

All is important,
An angel hides in all.
If you do not see that,
You are bound to fall.

What do you do,
The day you die?
Saying to Jesus,
“I was an evil lie?”

Get it together,
Be as one.
That is the meaning,
Under the sun.

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“Waiting For The Son 161”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison was killed,
No doubt about that.
He pissed off every,
Elite Aristocrat.

He feared assassination,
Because of this.
He was afraid that bullet-Judas,
Would give him a kiss.

He died in Paris,
Camouflaged as an overdose.
He was just another chapter,
They wanted to close.

The Lizard King is dead,
Murdered with cold blood.
The revenge will come to Judas,
That is the promise of God.

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“Waiting For The Son 162”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When the music’s over,
Turn off the light.
A Jim Morrison warning,
In the American night.

The west has gone,
Totally mad.
All they produce,
Is the state of the sad.

But what is scary,
Is the butterfly.
Who screams out silent,
We will die.

What have they done,
To Gaia of God.
Drenched every angel,
Of Eden in blood.

I warn you as a poet,
Do not poison my well.
Then the whole universe,
Will go to Hell.

You will curse,
God’s all seeing eye.
God’s project of love,
Eden will die.

Do not be stupid,
But I know what you are.
A killer of every,
Tender star.

Beware all you people,
Do you know what you waste?
The vision of a King of Kings,
Called Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 163”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison, poet,
Alive he cried.
His words of Eden,
Were totally denied.

He threw in the towel,
Nothing more to save.
Eden is lost,
He ran for the grave.

Horrifying situation,
He was utterly alone.
They only appreciate,
His bust of stone.

I will manifest,
This roaring voice.
That is my duty,
That is my choice.

My father in words,
A muse of the old.
I had a dream,
Beautiful and bold.

He gave me the key,
To a universal door.
Show all the people,
There is something more.

Life is extraordinary,
Not a blindfolded bore.
I will turn the key,
And open your door.

The door to the Garden,
Deep within.
I quote Jim Morrison,
“Is everybody in?”

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“Waiting For The Son 164”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do not bow for me,
Or Jim Morrison.
But bow for Jesus Christ,
For he will come.

I do not know,
How he will appear.
But he will erase darkness,
And kill all fear.

He will rise,
And so will you.
He knows how,
To break on through.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 165”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Who is he,
Who heals the sick?
He does not play,
Any dirty trick.

He walks on water,
Turns water into wine.
He is the understanding,
Of being kind.

His words do ring,
Sin no more.
Rise up dear,
From the floor.

Spread your wings,
Take him at his word.
You are an angel,
Embodied as a bird.

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“Waiting For The Son 166”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

For my mother

Adriaantje Moritz-Olsen

14 June 1933-17 December 2025

The swans waited,
For your soul to keep.
Thank you mother,
For your love so deep.

The savior received you,
Forever and more.
You entered Heaven,
Through the ancient door.

Tell the savior,
We need him down here.
But then I suddenly noticed,
He is everywhere.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 167”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus heal me,
With your might.
Erase all darkness,
With your light.

Let me feel,
The goodness of you.
Let me heal,
And break on through.

Let your power,
Go through every cell.
Give me Heaven,
I am living in Hell.

Raise my soul,
From the living dead.
Pour your wine,
And break your bread.

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“Waiting For The Son 168”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
I am going to erase,
Your every sin.

You are goodness,
With a fatal start.
Therefore you own,
A blackened heart.

But Jesus Christ,
Can change your way.
Bow for the humble King,
And start to pray.

The prayer is simple,
Just think about God.
The wine of Jesus Christ,
Will flow in your blood.

You will be saved,
By his mysterious name.
His divine actions,
Will inspire your flame.

Goodness will win,
Light kills the dark.
2000 years ago,
He triggered this spark.

The second Adam,
Come, never to leave.
The Garden of Eden,
Is here for Adam and Eve.

Home.

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“Waiting For The Son 169”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Lizard King,
Can do anything.
His rhymes of freedom,
Do you understand anything?

Let us go into the desert,
And face the serpent of old.
Fighting totally alone,
Keep cool, or you are sold.

Use the power,
Jim Morrison said.
One eye is green,
The other is red.

Trust in Jesus,
My disciple of good.
One day my friend,
You will be understood.

You said you were lying,
You admitted you feared.
But you got the power,
Which The Creator declared.

Now you are dead,
I am a lion at heart.
I will fulfill,
All your visions of art.

Jim Morrison.

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“Waiting For The Son 170”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The soul of Jim Morrison,
Saw his genuine vision.
Unfold in a poet’s,
Grandiose mission.

All for Jim Morrison’s poetry,
I picked up the pen.
I write like Hell,
To avoid the end.

We are two poets,
Melted into one.
We are both worshippers,
Of the scattered sun.

We are both fighting,
Our pens drip with ink.
We want people to enjoy,
The art how to think.

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“Waiting For The Son 171”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A fire’s flame,
Came from up above.
Lit a hope of life,
In the torch of love.

This torch has been passed,
For thousands of years.
But it filled these brave poets,
With fears and tears.

They dared to live,
Under the eye of the sun.
They knew their mission,
What would come.

They sacrificed their name,
To eternity they belong.
They want humanity,
To sing the freedom song.

But many obstacles,
Come on a poet’s path.
They were protected,
By the Creator’s wrath.

But they all know,
These precious times.
Remember Jesus hides,
Within all of their rhymes.

Carry the torch.

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“Waiting For The Son 172”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dear Lord, our father,
Send your son.
Or else this planet,
Will be gone.

But the wind told me,
In a vision of breeze.
Jesus is already here,
The Prince of Peace.

He hides in the scriptures,
He hides in your heart.
He hides in every poet’s,
True loving art.

Do not wait, my dear,
Grab his loving hand.
He lives within everybody,
In every land.

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“Waiting For The Son 173”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus let,
Your truth unfurl.
Reborn into,
Your Eden world.

His Kingdom appears,
In front of you.
The grass is green,
The sky is blue.

His first Kingdom,
Is here at earth.
Ask yourself,
What is this worth?

Love this Eden,
Do not forsake.
In this Kingdom,
Be awake.

See the mystery,
Come to be gone.
Pray to God,
Under the sun.

Two Kingdoms given,
The precious ones.
Tell your daughters,
Tell your sons.

Heaven is here,
Also up in the sky.
Rest in the hands,
Of God most high.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 174”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Evilness rules,
This beautiful world.
The Devil crushes,
Every pearl.

But behold my lover,
Try to mend.
Prevent this world,
To come to an end.

I know it is hard,
To believe in good.
But something has,
To be understood.

Everyone is a victim,
Of the crazy norms.
This unrest that fills,
Our chests with storms.

The world is perfect,
We are messed up.
Climb on up,
At the mountain top.

See the big picture,
We all repeat.
The sickness in,
Every street.

Break free from evil,
It is up to you.
My survey is crucial,
So, break on through.

The solution to earn,
A life at ease.
Do the actions,
Of The Prince of Peace.

Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 175”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I know you are sad,
Down at your knees.
Crying out to God,
To give you peace.

Peace is hidden,
Within the spirit of yours.
But you got no keys,
To unlock the doors.

You search and find,
No place to rest.
You have done it all,
But still you are not blessed.

Your endless search,
For thy ecstasy.
You do not find,
Eternity.

Stop my friend,
Do not move to grow.
Jim Morrison said:
«Go real slow»

Look at life,
It happens all by itself.
It is free to watch,
It is healing I tell.

When God watches,
You from inside.
You have broken through,
To the other side.

Awareness is the key,
To find the Lord.
The Crystal Ship has come,
Climb onboard.

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“Waiting For The Son 176”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Every moment,
Is eternal and brief,
Jesus will show you,
The sacred relief.

Love thy Father,
And your neighbor too.
Then eternity will sneak,
Inside of you.

A tribe of Christ.
Will never disappear.
Everywhere,
They will appear.

Eternity is promised,
In the scriptures of good.
Let the feeling of God,
Be understood.

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“Waiting For The Son 177”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The pen of Jim Morrison,
Was a savior’s spear.
That struck the heart,
Of the moment called here.

Jim burned like a flame,
That is what he did.
He was no liar,
God forbid.

He danced on the edge,
Through space and time.
You can feel his presence,
In his every rhyme.

The presence of flesh,
The presence of mind.
He tried to wake up,
Your sleepy mind.

He carried himself,
Like an ancient cross.
He did divine duties,
For his Heavenly boss.

His truth is universal,
It cannot be denied.
Break on through,
To the other side.

Do it,
For James “Jim” Douglas Morrison

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“Waiting For The Son 178”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dancing with God,
You dance on fire.
Dancing with The Devil,
You dance in fire.

Jim Morrison danced,
On a fire of bliss.
He gave the Devil,
A humbling kiss.

Yes, he was crazy,
Chosen by God.
To tell the world,
There is wine in your blood.

Intense celebration,
Of The Lizard King.
Dionysus is chosen,
To write and sing.

He was mistaken as sullen,
Sad and dark.
But he is the one,
That gave me the spark.

The bliss of salvation,
That belongs to us all.
All his dreams did rise,
When he did fall.

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“Waiting For The Son 179”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If you kill Jesus Christ,
If you kill Jim Morrison.
Or kill the poet,
Who one day will come.

You are cursed my «king».
The killer of good.
You have chosen Mammon,
It is well understood.

The poet got power,
To swing his sword.
His presence speaks,
Without a word.

The poet is growing,
And knowing his path.
Beware all you Devils,
Of God’s wrath.

If you kill the poet,
The light of the day.
You will be thrown into Hell,
That is all I want to say.

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“Waiting For The Son 180”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If you leave Jesus,
You leave your mind.
You have to believe,
In the world behind.

There is a realm,
You can sense and feel.
Life after death,
Is true and real.

Take his hand,
Into this land.
Heaven is miraculous,
You cannot understand.

Have no fear,
Life got no end.
There is a Kingdom beyond,
Eden my friend.

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“Waiting For The Son 181”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison said,
Give me a break.
I am the one,
Who is fully awake.

Listen to me,
You are the youth.
You long for words,
Here is my truth.

Jim Morrison surely,
Took the stage.
He told the world,
To turn the page.

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“Waiting For The Son 182”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Hear the scream,
Of the butterfly.
The Garden of Eden,
Is about to die.

Jim Morrison said,
Save Mother Earth now.
He also made it,
In a way somehow.

He knew that darkness,
Is the dead old night.
He was a man of God,
In his presence of light.

He was humble,
He was also a king.
God has taught him,
He can do anything.

His legacy screams,
Hear the butterfly.
Jim Morrison’s words,
Did never die.

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“Waiting For The Son 183”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I feel an obligation,
To fight for the world.
That is the least I can do,
As my visions unfurl.

I see the desperate,
Eyes of them all.
Mouths are silent,
Eyes do call.

Call for salvation,
I will do my best.
But understand,
What is in my chest.

A burning flame,
I really do bother.
About the world,
I got from my mother.

Father is proud
Up in the sky.
Give them a world,
That will never die.

Grandiose thinking,
I dare to be bold.
Or the world,
Will never grow old.

Save us ,
Jim Morrison screamed.
I fight for everything,
This crazy bloke dreamed.

The end of all,
Scares Heaven to the core.
Tell all the people,
I will open the door.

The Garden of Eden.

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“Waiting For The Son 184”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Every sister,
And every brother.
Why do you kill,
One another?

Embrace the deeds,
Of the King of Kings.
Through love of Christ,
You are doing things.

Loving thy enemy,
Is a brand new start.
All hatred has ripped,
Everyone apart.

We have to reset,
Start from scratch.
Here is an opportunity,
You have to catch.

Do like Christ,
At least in a minor way.
Then humanity will see,
The break of day.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 185”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

No eternal reward will forgive us,
For wasting the dawn.
Undress in all cities.
And dance naked on the lawn.

Exaltations of humanity,
Finally to rest.
Live out our feelings,
Inside our chest.

Naked we come,
Naked we go.
In between,
There is a life to know.

Eden, family,
Everyone is friends,
A holy celebration,
That never ends.

The Biblical realm,
Has come to be.
For thousand years,
We will be free.

I predict,
There will be more.
No one wants to leave,
What is behind that door.

Heaven on Earth.

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“Waiting For The Son 186”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The second Adam,
Set me free.
Let The Garden of Eden,
Come back to me.

Let me feel,
Every lawn and tree.
Enjoy a life,
Where I can just be.

A man of freedom,
Married to Eve.
Enter eternity,
To never leave.

This brief life,
You have given me.
I want to travel,
Into eternity.

Bless us all,
Almighty man of light.
Let us see dreams,
And not fears in the night.

Holy is thy number,
Where four rivers flow.
This is the Eden,
I really want to know.

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“Waiting For The Son 187”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Thank you Lord,
For what I got.
To me you are,
In the spot.

I walk in the Garden,
With Jesus in my mind.
Give them eyes,
People are blind.

Let them see,
And feel what is.
Let their lives,
Be joy and bliss.

This can happen,
I have been there.
Inside your heart,
You find everywhere.

Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 188”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus the one,
He is above us all.
Hear the Gospel,
And you will never fall.

See the mountain,
See the eagle flies.
There is a vision,
Which never dies.

The vision of Jesus.
You have to be saved.
Free yourself,
From a life enslaved.

Finding yourself in him,
He is the only one.
He knows everybody,
Under the sun.

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“Waiting For The Son 189”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Come to Jesus,
Innocent like a child.
You are joyful,
Blessed and mild.

He offers this,
From his throne in the sky.
Be eternal on earth,
And you will never die.

Eternity is a mystery,
Which is given twice.
Eden at Mother Earth,
And Jesus’ Heavenly Paradise.

Jesus is the guidance,
To God’s eternal light.
Come into their sunshine,
That destroys the night.

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“Waiting For The Son 190”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Fall down friend,
On your knees.
Receive the deeds,
Of The Prince of Peace.

Go out and do good,
No more to sin.
Walk on earth,
With Jesus within,
Your heart,
Do his art,
Of eternal living.

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“Waiting For The Son 191”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus lay,
Your loving hand.
Heal us all,
In every land.

You do good,
You fill our blood.
With the wine,
Of our almighty God.

Fly above,
Bless our feet.
Shower your love,
Over every street.

Pour your wine,
And break your bread.
Raise up every,
Living dead.

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“Waiting For The Son 192”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

God almighty and Jesus,
Bless his name.
Jim Morrison, this bloke,
And his poetic flame.

Bless his words,
To reach us all.
He prevents,
That the world will fall.

Bless his soul,
In Heaven to be.
He was like you,
Told us to be free.

«Love your friend»,
Was his message of art.
He wanted the world,
To have a brand new start,
Like you God,
Like you Jesus Christ.

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“Waiting For The Son 193”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

God bless Jim Morrison,
Forever and more.
He showed us the way,
To our inner door.

His poetry offers,
A blissful kiss.
A roadmap to find back,
To the things we miss.

Celebration of The Lizard,
Is a tribute to a king.
Who tried with his power,
He could do anything.

But he was disturbed,
While he cried to Jesus.
He was humble he knew,
Only Christ could save us.

Jim Morrison did,
His very best.
To win over the evil Roman,
Influence in the west.

The same fight as Jesus,
Did in his days.
His solitary fight,
Is something to praise.

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“Waiting For The Son 194”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Three days after Jesus’ death,
He detonated every cell.
A true legend of marks,
This is a story to tell.

Jesus became,
A flash of light.
You know his day,
Destroys every night.

Jesus is risen,
This is the proof.
His physical body,
Flew through the roof.

His spirit and flesh,
Resurrected to fly.
Up to God in Heaven,
In the invisible sky.

Jesus will come,
In one or another way.
Kneel my friend.
And start to pray.

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“Waiting For The Son 195”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

How dare you smear,
Jesus Christ’s name?
Are you going to end up,
In Hell’s fire and flame?

How dare you to curse,
To your father and mother?
How dare you to hate,
Your sister and brother?

How dare you to kill,
The Eden plains?
As poison flows,
Through all your veins.

How dare you to laugh,
When you see people suffer?
Good luck in Hell,
Where the times are tougher.

The only way out,
Is to let Jesus in.
To cleanse your soul,
And prevent every sin.

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“Waiting For The Son 196”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If you really want,
To break on through,
Let all these words,
Sneak inside of you.

Inside of your heart,
Is a witness of an eye.
That walks through this Eden,
The witness will never die.

Bloom into the garden,
Feel the deep love.
The creator of it all,
Shines from up above.

The clue is Jesus Christ,
Doing his naked soul deeds.
Tune into this life,
Observe how it breathes.

Life is a mystery,
You can only guess.
There is no death,
No need to stress.

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“Waiting For The Son 197”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus says,
In your every cell.
The body fights,
For you to be well.

Do not betray,
Your body of life.
It is fighting for you,
Even in your strife.

Do not contemplate,
To give up.
Every cell fights for you,
Without any stop.

The body wants you to,
Live and thrive.
The body wants you to,
Be happy to survive.

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“Waiting For The Son 198”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Is life a book that repeats,
Over and over again?
The universe restarts,
At every collapsing end.

Is this destiny of all,
A boomerang God throws.
That comes back in cycles,
God is the only one who knows.

Is this a scripted life,
A drama caught on screen.
For eternity we go through,
The same old destined scene.

It may be a revelation,
This very question of thought.
But is this a truth,
We all have fought?

But I live for this drama,
At my best.
The only mission of my word,
The sun will rise in the west.

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“Waiting For The Son 199”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Life is free,
To some extent.
Jesus is freedom,
He is sent.

Walk the Garden,
Be kind and mild.
That is what God advises,
For his every child.

Behold your wisdom,
Given by the holy sky.
Relax in the mortal life,
You will never die.

Find the goodness,
Be good as thy God.
Jesus paid,
With his precious blood.

Ride the snake,
Like The Lizard King.
Into The Garden,
Of our every little thing.

At the moment,
We enter God holy realms.
You will feel the only feeling,
It impresses and overwhelms.

Eden is your freedom,
Jesus will lead you to.
The gates of thy blissful Eden,
You will break on through.

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“Waiting For The Son 200”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ lived,
Two millennia ago.
The way he will return,
Even he does not know.

This planet has been waiting,
Jesus Christ is a relief of a sigh.
That will fulfill every eternity,
That is written in the sky.

Jesus will return,
Take my word as true.
Call out for his divinity,
And he will come to you.

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“Waiting For The Son 201”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jesus Christ,
Has seen your soul.
You who live,
In a dungeon hole.

He will give back,
Your eternal dignity.
Feel his power,
Of joyful eternity.

He loves you deeply,
He sees you live in Hell.
World repent and pray,
Everything goes well.

Dawn has entered morning,
Finally the savior of light.
Knows that this very day,
Destroys the night,
Forever yours,
The sun opens doors,
Feel the force,
You got from the source.

Amen.

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“Waiting For The Son 202”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I feel for God’s Eden,
Eternally deep.
I see every man and woman,
Are fast asleep.

You walk in the Garden,
But you are feeling Hell.
Deep is your sadness,
A desperate soul you will sell.

Eden is free, my friend,
It is a God given world.
This is a truth I share,
That has to bloom and unfurl.

Spread the seeds,
Let them fly.
Spread the truth,
That you will never die.

Blessed by these realms,
They come as one then as two.
When you see your Eden, Heaven,
Jesus has come to you.

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