The factories of shining films,
The sets of Hollywood,
Dividing worlds, combining worlds,
Do shape a certain mood.

When times are late and dark and still,
All kinds of scenes are seen,
Presenting many pretty sights,
Upon the silver screen.

The makeup's fresh and still not used,
To make up painted looks,
In rooms who are filled with powder,
Adorning clothes, adorning locks.

The story of Marilyn Monroe is like a fairytale of sorts
She was a simple and shy sweetheart who one day let her beauty for the world to show
Everyone knew her name, her glamour and fame, the glitter and lights in her name
But no one knew the real Marilyn, her private inner life
Plagued with tragedy, demons, and strife
A mentally broken mother, distant and sometimes unfaithful lovers, and personal demons that plagued her in the dark
Marilyn Monroe herself was just a mask; an alterego to shelter and protect the sensitive and quiet little Norma Jean
From a shy sweet girl to a vivacious and sultry sex goddess
Marilyn Monroe is a lot like you and me
She was a starlet beauty who was realistic and relatable
Tragically, she died and left the world; her name and life still a mystery to this day
Here's a story of a little girl who dreamed to conquer the world

Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe

A tribute to Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe
Aaron LA Lux May 16

Don’t ask what time it is,
don’t ask what I think about the president,
do you understand this life you have is a miracle,
please let’s dismiss all the small talk,

you don’t have to tell me anything,
we can just be and do whatever we want,
maybe we’re Gods,
maybe we’re not,

we can be whatever we want as long as it’s honest,

and honestly,
usually when I’m out publicly,
and people are taking to me,
I see the words but I don’t hear what they’re saying,

people say I’m in my own world,
that I orbit my own planet,
shout to K. Dot from two Planets away,
see when it’s real we feel it...

The HH Trilogy Vol. 2: Nightmares & Daydreams
available worldwide:www.amazon.com/dp/B07141ZNW6

#poetry #newpoetry #hollywood #dreams

Aaron LA Lux May 13

Still Down

Up late again,
wasn’t my intention,
had froyo with an old friend,
it felt like an intervention,

well then,
I admit I’m an addict,
but I’m also okay with it,
because I actually planned this,

to return to Hollywood,
to pay respects to my home town,
let them know that I’m way up,
but still always down,

up late,
with some fellow insomniacs,
no time for Judgers just good times with Lovers,
so high you hold me and we both catch a contact,

honest,
sonnets my Dear Watson all this is elementary,
we’re on this,
the evidence of our presence as medicine is self evidentuary,

eventually,
everything will be everything,
but until that time we’re on top of The Hill,
with songs that sound like ones that Heaven sings,

we see things,
way up here the wind is blowing,
the windows are rattling,
dogs bark lights out only the distant lights are glowing,

anyways what was the point of this poem,
maybe it was to give you insight so you’d lose your judgements,
maybe I don’t have I have a point maybe I’m just high,
maybe it doesn’t matter either way maybe not all art needs a subject,

I’m not your subject,
I’m not here for the amusement of the public,
I’m not here to talk about politics,
I don’t even want to discuss it,

I’m done with,
words that are only temporary,
either write them down or sing them loud,
life’s too short for for uncommitted commentary,

uncommitted to any passive adversaries is the reason why I haven’t married,
only Super Solid Honest Constants only the degree varies,

honest,
sonnets my Dear Watson all this is elementary,
we’re on this,
the evidence of our presence as medicine is self evidentuary,

and anyways,
yeah I’m high I’m writing my 7th book,
I planned this whole thing out,
then moved forward without a 2nd thought or look,

look,

up late again,
wasn’t my intention,
had froyo with an old friend,
it felt like an intervention,

well then,
I admit I’m an addict,
but I’m also okay with it,
because I actually planned this,

to return to Hollywood,
to pay respects to my home town,
let them know that I’m way up,
but still always down…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The HH Trilogy Vol. 2
available worldwide here: www.amazon.com/dp/B07141ZNW6

Aaron LA Lux May 8

FINALLY! The new book is here, and it's honestly epic...
Check the link for more info. Write a FREE review, let me know, and I will personally thank you :-) ∆ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07141ZNW6

Nora May 2

Self appointed prophet
Putting forth prayers and
Pamphlets as you tear
The room asunder --

No regard for mortals,
But you brush it off with
A smile so sweet, a touch
Of the arm and divine influence --
After all, it’s your duty

Hands raise in the air,
You plead us to join you,
To save our souls and
Get redemption in turn
For a half-hearted prayer

If searching souls and
Turning them pure is your
Mission, then dear Susan,
You need to face the mirror
To truly find God

insp. by susan and god (1940_
Aaron LA Lux Apr 29

Sometimes things go sideways on the way up,
especially when you’re dealing cards in Heartbreak Hollywood,
When the King of Diamonds meets the Queen of Hearts,
and you mix in some Ace of Spades things can get mixed up…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The HH Trilogy Vol.2; 5/5/17

Inverted Pentagram Haiku
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

Hellborn mind infesting,
Egomania's vengeance,
Spellbound to violation!

It's 10:00 at night and it's been at least a half hour since you've eaten something. You make your way to the kitchen, empty bowl in hand. You place the bowl with the dirty dishes and the world slows down as you turn to see the small container with your name on it...

I hate it.

You grab a glass of juice and stare at the container down. As if the black that so neatly stamps your name could stare back. You open the kid proof cap and pour out half its contents into your dominant hand.

Just to feel the weight of death in you dominant hand. "Take 2 twice daily." They said.

The half orange, half yellow capsules still in my palm. Feeling the plastic-like coating I feel like I could crush in 2 seconds flat.

Freeze.

Time stops.

This, is when the protagonist eats as many pills as her body will allow, when she gives in, when she dies. This movie is almost over...

Nobody else is awake, it's just you and your handful of pills.

No.

This movie goes on, the protagonist will live.

You-- are not built on a mountain of clichés and stereotypical archetypes.

You.
Are.
Here.

And still alive!

You pour the pills back into the container, with 4 still left in you hand. You take 2 but you still feel like it's stuck in your throat, so you eat something small to force it down. Even though these pills are supposed to be take on an empty stomach...

You get a glass of water, and set that aside with the 2 remaining pills for tomorrow morning.

Now go to sleep, make sure this protagonist lives to take the Hollywood medication tomorrow.

Back when I suffered from intense facial dermatitis, these pills were not the solution I asked for. So no, even if they did seem awful, they would not kill me.
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