The Universal Doors
Waiting for the Son
“Waiting for the Son” takes its title from Jim Morrison’s lyric in The Doors song “Waiting for the Sun” — a song about the loss of Paradise and the longing for Eden to return. It is a dream poets have always shared: a vision of Utopia, of a more loving world that has moved poets and authors to dream boldly about hope for humanity ever since, especially thanks to Jesus Christ’s vision of Paradise on Mother Earth is an inspiration to dreaming big and bold.
This collection explores how the words of Jesus Christ continue to inspire us all. For centuries, poets and authors have drawn from the deep well of wisdom He gave us two thousand years ago. Because of His timeless teachings, followers can gain a profound understanding of life — without the need to spend decades learning through trial and error alone. His foundational wisdom has the power to place people on the right path, for those who choose to hear and follow His words.
“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 to much,
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 moment of relief,
Between every strife.
Jim Morrison wanted,
Life to be 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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