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MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
It takes more
than a stroke of genius
to create a masterpiece.
Thousands of strokes
on the Mona Lisa's smile
and still
she doesn't seam pleased.
Don't Exist May 2014
People praise geniuses
like they praise trophies
after all that hard work
they are put in a shelf
where  they will dust until that shelf is destroy
or until they are needed for entertainment
being drain from their polish

The trophy has no identity
It is own by society
only to be use again and again.

Some trophies accept their fate
others glamour in the sunlight where they reflect all light
being seen in the world as special
while being treated as **** at the end
and for all it's genius an all it's glory
It wasn't smart enough to break free.

I guess what all geniuses and trophies are missing is
Acknowledgment of True Self
As a genius is just a human being and a trophy, a scrap a metal
both made from the same old atoms.
A simple poem
Her body was her success
but, her intellect was just a guest
that came along to the photo shoot.
Undressed, she was perfect,
alone she was fragile,
a child looking for love.

Her effects were legendary.
Many have tried to capture her
essence, they've failed
Marilyn Monroe
a fake name for a real
person.

Norma Jean Baker
Brunette to Blonde
As her two personas intersect
it's hard not to feel regret
for the child with a smile
so wide, it reflected the sun.

We , the adoring fans made her public property
forgetting her individuality, sensitivity and
vulnerability.
We used and abused the sunshine
she brought, she lived a lie
We that supposedly were in love with her
killed her beauty, without and within.

Nembutal, overdose, suicide,cover up
believe what you want.
What's true is she had a
luminous quality, wistfulness, radiance, and yearning
that set her apart.

And, in her own words
"Give a girl the right shoes,
and she can conquer the world"
That she did, and still does.
© JLB
“A l'intérieur de ce corps vivait l'âme d'une intellectuelle et poète dont personne n'avait le soupçon.

Within this body lived the soul of an intellectual and poet, which nobody had suspected.”
― Antonio Tabucchi
Scatts Apr 2014
There's a very thin line
no one made it, but it's there
dividing the genius from the crazy.

There's a very thin line
so thin you can't even see it
so easy to cross
so difficult to stay in a side.

There's a very thin line
you don't see it
and neither the others do
althought they might try a little harder
to guess where you exactly belong.

There's a very thin line
and I don't know where I belong
I don't know if I'm an artist
or I'm just ******* insane
trying to believe beauty is anywhere
and I'm in charge of proving it.

There's a very thin line
but **** it:
maybe insanity has a hidden beauty, too.
A random thought written in verses.
Marlon James Apr 2014
I hate intentions.
I hate people with plans
People with strategies
People with theories

Be merely.
Be and let be unhurriedly
No ploys
no *******

Do not try to teach
Do not try to overpower morally
or intellectually
In your head

Maybe in your mind
I am not worthy
doubt
I can live with that

Unless your actions
reflect
that you underestimate me
In that case i'll crush you with my fate.
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                             25-04-2014
Grim Apr 2014
Art
I think
Is the best thing for a soul
Medicine for the mind
A product of pure genius
Art is expression of the soul
It can take on any form
Art gives us the liberty to show the world who we truly are
Maybe we artists are crazy
But there is nothing wrong with a little crazy
Craziness fuels creativity
Creativity fuels the mind
And we artists shape the world
Dougie Simps Apr 2014
Flashing lights...in a darken space where the ferns barely get enough light to grow, where the chill from earth's cold places a frozen morning dew underneath the clouds below
As I aspire to be like the great ones, like William Yates & Edgar Allan Poe
I know...better yet I understand
That you need to see through the eyes of humanity as you walk a mile in the shoes of another man.
Enter a woman's heart and feel her struggle, witness her fight, of the constant stereotype! As she is belittled for having more to cover up while enduring men's selfish acts of disrespect, somehow all being politically incorrect.
We must please in order to appease the guilty conscious that follows our pain's stricken past. The harpoon that killed mermaids, the blood of karma that ever lasts.
The idea of peace, the mindset of tranquility, the idea of belief, the Hard work, god given abilities...the power to withstand evils wrath...ignorance doesn't grow on trees, grow your roots with purity, and your leaves will grow strong and forever last.
Just wrote nonsense
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