The original poem for Jimi Hendrix’s song Purple Haze was titled “Purple Haze – Jesus Saves”. I’m not sure if what we have of it today is a single page of many, or if Jimi only wrote that much, but here it is, an earlier itteration of his best known song:

Purple Haze – Jesus Saves

Purple haze… beyond insane

Is it pleasure or is it pain

Down on the ceiling looking up at the bed

See my body painted blue and red

I see fetus unborns pointing at the time

Rush through space… my hair is blowing in their minds

Through the haze I see 1000 crosses

Scratched in the

That is the abrupt end to the poem on the single page that we have of it. I should point out too that it seems very rough and was probably not intended for public consumption.

When Jimi died at night, in the early morning of September 18, 1970, he was staying at the flat of his girlfriend Monika Dannemann. She returned home to find him unresponsive and lying in bed. Sometime after his death she found a poem that he had written before going to sleep that night, his last words. It also contains more of Hendrix’s musings on Jesus, and God, which I always find fascinating. The last portion to me is especially beautiful and haunting:

The Story of Life

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
Angles 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 story
Of 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


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