Hugh Hefner didn't have any ambition;
the man collected naked ladies & tried to pawn it off
as journalism; maybe it was photo-journalism but he
didn't invent the naked lady; if he had been more of an
aesthete like Mishima he could have formed his own
private army & taken over NOW in a violent feminist
coup; if he had been as creative as Disney he would made
PLAYBOYLAND, but no, there is no place of rolling
daffodils where gorgeous naked women simply lounge
around w/ legs open in cowboy boots; if he had been a
Beat he would have banged out **** by the ream that no
one understood at all; what would a Hugh Hefner novel
even look like? Mickey Spillane on ******; but Hefner
was not a violent man, he didn't champion the wrong
causes; he simply took the bouffant out of the secretary
pool; he made the girl next door get naked right next door;
Hugh Hefner never made a cartoon out of the bunny logo;
the guy wasted all his time grinning & lounging in his
smoking jacket looking at naked women & that's all Hugh
Hefner did; ******* nearly went bankrupt b/c Hugh Hefner
was lazy; he never made a feature film featuring all Playmates;
I mean one where every woman in the picture no matter
how small the role is a drop-dead gorgeous svelte Western
beauty; the French New Wave & Italian Neo-Realists
would have plotzed -- but, no, he didn't do that;
he had Bettie Page at his fingertips & did nothing w/ her

I can’t sleep when you’re playing with the lights in my head.

Your skin as smooth as petal, pink, close to pale,
A body, slender as ever, just waiting for me to take,
Along with mystery, flaws, the thorns that you claim,
I’ll embrace them all like the sea embraces the rain,
Because if one ought to pluck you from the garden,
Then one must remain undaunted, whatever it takes.

Even after what you’ve said, the flaws and your mishaps,
None of that would ever bother me, I am here all throughout,
Because I am with the most wonderful flower on earth,
And now I crave to kiss your lips and hold you by your waist,
Let go myself, and be intoxicated by your sight,
Tug my body into yours, tight, while whispering you good night.

☆”˜˜”°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°”˜˜”°•.¸☆

Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  peaceful dreams

               in gentle flows of height, and depth,
         myriad auroras of colors dance
a soft melody, on whispered breath.

Lingering just a moment or two
      as the world of dreams take hold,
           putting tired souls at ease
               in a soothing light of mosaic gold.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  in songs of night

            magical melodies fill the air,
      floating upon a gentle breeze
tranquil moments, and answered prayers.

Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.
~
              ☆”˜˜”°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°”˜˜”°•.¸☆

Little Girl
Staring in the mirror,
Brushing her hair.

Little Girl
Hiding her secrets,
Living in fear.

Little Girl
Bringing ruin to her life,
Addicted to that sadness.

Little Girl.
You've ****** up again.

Little Girl
Hiding those tears,
Pretending everything's okay.

Pretending you're okay.

But you're not.

You still slice those wrists,
You still refuse to eat.

Because we both know
There's no point in living
If that life is already broken.

I am terrified of living.
I don't want to be hurt
Or scarred.

I don't want to die,
Don't want to end
Without my own purpose.

I want to have my own voice,
So nobody can speak for me,
Manipulate me however they choose.

I simply wish to be human,
To love,
And be loved.