I have always loved the music of Jimi Hendrix. There's something mystical and even ethereal with his songs that makes the Soul want to go out of the body and transcend all the limitations of this material plane.
Last night while going home from a joyful celebration, P and I talked about my choice of songs for the night, Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, and the 27 Club. I then mentioned Jimi Hendrix and some of the more popular "members" of that so-call club. I told P about this poem and I believe this showed the mystical side of Jimi. In the 2008 edition of "'Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Child" by David Henderson revealed aspects of Jimi's life and death and I believe the theory that he may have been murdered. Nevertheless, I still love this last poem written by Jimi on 17 September 1970, a day before he passed away.
The Story of Life
by Jimi Hendrix
The story of Jesus
so easy to explain
After they crucified him,
a woman, she claimed his name
The story of Jesus
the whole bible knows
went all across the desert
and in the middle, he found a rose
There should be no questions
there should be no lies
He was married ever happily after
All the tears we cry
No use in arguing
all the use to the man that moans
When each man falls in battle
his soul it has to roam
Angels of heaven
flying saucers to some,
made Easter Sunday
the name of the rising sun
The story is written
by so many people who dared,
to lay down the truth
to so very many who cared
to carry the cross
of Jesus and beyond
We will guide the light
this time with a woman in our arms
We as men
can't explain the reason why
the woman's always mentioned
at the moment that we die
All we know
is God is by our side,
and he says the word
so easy yet so hard
I wish not to be alone,
so I must respect my other heart
Oh, the storyof Jesus is the story
of you and me
No use in feeling lonely,
I am searching to be free
The story of life
is quicker
than the wink of an eye
The story of love
is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again
