#marilyn
Marilyn's easel
a Madonna displayed
celluloid goddess
of the temple of the silver screen
we worshipped
ignoring the cracks and the obvious fact
that the woman behind the art
was slipping
slowly dripping off the canvas
now she is no more
we still adore
the puddle on the floor
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 7:12 AM UTC
Not everyone can be a star
no matter how we wish for heavenly light
most of us will not illuminate the night
those who burn and seem so bright
will oft ignite and fall
burning cinders
merely human after all
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 10:15 AM UTC
Death was California
the final breath in a hundred ways
falling all over her atoms
darkroom/lighthouse
a game of replica
back when she was beautiful
an end to amnesia then
tears before bedtime
this is no way to make friends
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 1:37 PM UTC
I’ve never felt
More luxurious
Than when
I was on a newly
Prescribed drug
With a total body high,
Coming down from mania,
Still exuberant,
But in a private space,
In my bathroom
In the ward,
In a bathtub
That does not fill up.
So I put on the shower
And I let the water hit my skin
And I took bite after bite
Of crisp and juicy apple slices.
I was at the mental hospital
Marilyn Monroe stayed in.
I imagined her here in the same bath
Also feeling luxurious and all sorts
Of ****** up like me.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 2:48 PM UTC
What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters. It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.
I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.
We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night.
It wasn't the real star - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Calm and collected
There's a power
To amber evening light
The bearer of night
The songs of birds
Resonating in my bones
Rhythm pulsing
In my soul
Alone has never been
So powerful
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
Desire causes suffering
As Buddha said.
When you try to hard
To find love
You suffer
When you want too
Much for Christmas presents
Suffering comes
When you pursue your
Heritage
Suffering comes a knocking
“When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.”
Said a wise goth rocker.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Where have you been?
Yehudit's mother said
Benny's place
Yehudit replied
(not thinking it
worth the risk
in lying about
where she'd been)
alone?
no his mum
was there
Yehudit said
not mentioning
lying on Benny's bed
listening to Elvis
and the kiss
what did you
do there?
her mother asked
eyeing her moodily
talked and listened
to records
Yehudit said
pushing the image
of her and Benny
on his bed
how is his mother?
she's ok
talked to us
about things
Yehudit said
what things?
her mother said
voice hardening
like granite words
about making cakes
and how
to decorate them
(Benny's mother
had said hello
and said they could
go to Benny's room
to listen to records)
is that all?
her mother said
like some Spanish
Inquisition interrogator
o yes and about
Benny's love affair
with Marilyn Monroe
Yehudit said
are you being
funny or rude?
her mother said
no it's true
he has photos
of Marilyn
in frames
in his room
Yehudit said
(2 photos
by his bed)
odd boy
her mother said
unsmiling
well seeing
as you are back
there are chores
to be done
Yehudit took off
her coat
and set to work
thinking
of Benny's lips
and kisses
on his bed
floating
about her head.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
With a little bit of bleach and a rounded xss
they think they can be Marilyn Monroe
but never strive high enough to **** a JFK,
instead they're down on their knees for a Trump
refreshing their Instagram.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Your Marilyn Monroe face is coating me in nostalgia.
There's old school Hollywood appeal about you that's keeping me still and set in my ways, because how could I be mobile looking at the iconic images of you?
For you gave me refuge from my purgatory, I'm stuck here in my bedroom, your scenes each carefully curated by Billy Wilder or God...
I've heard you're a dying breed but you're so full of life and charisma.
Oh, I know it's hopeless,
But it's been remastered time and again,
1080p being the latest format to get my heart racing,
Letting your DVD spin to the point of exhaustion.
It's very consequential and I'm still betting on this,
I can't take your word as gospel when I feel you in my ribs...
I'm painfully asthmatic and respiring on your sighs.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
It's 12:03am on a Tuesday morning
And all I can think about
Is what it would be like,
If I were Marilyn Monroe,
And you were JFK.
If we were closeted lovers,
Or one-time pleasure seekers.
If you were a *******
If I were a *** symbol.
If we could be anything more than
Friends.
Acquaintances.
Strangers...
It's 12:07am and you're probably sleeping,
Arms wrapped around your Jackie O.
And I know I keep saying
I don't need you,
But this ceiling fan is ****** company,
And **** do I want you.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
They call me 'fake',
Apparently too genuine for the masses to believe,
They grasp at any weapon,
To muddy the waters & deceive,
The Bible speaks of money,
And the lust it can incite,
They claw, destroy, froth at the mouth,
Morning, noon, & night.
How sad they cannot see,
More beauty in a single feather, fallen leaf upon the ground,
Simple treasures God created,
Worth more than any gemstone to be found.
Botox, fake ***** make-up by the gallon,
Ken & Barbie look-a-likes,
No thanks,
I'll take Marilyn & Jimmy Fallon.
Give me laugh lines, stories shared,
Later round a campfire, retold,
Calloused hands, scars, crevices,
Like vintage books,
Weather-worn, faded, old.
Nothing did we bring with us,
Nothing will we take,
Except our memories, cherished moments,
God's love, His promise,
His children, He will not forsake.
I'm just a simple artist,
Girl next door, no frills or bling,
Time, thoughtfulness, care, will win me over,
Surely not any earthly thing.
Point your fingers,
Kick dirt in my eyes,
The light within will stream through,
Despite all your vicious lies.
God is with me,
Whom shall I fear?
In time, He'll right all the wrongs,
I am his daughter,
Held precious, close, & dear.
The darkness came only to destroy,
But the light will forever prevail,
Jesus extends His hand upon a ship of gold,
Step on,
A new life...set sail.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Love is rare.
Life is strange.
Nothing lasts & people change.
~ Marilyn Monroe~
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
~~
***long beautiful legs
sidewalk wind blows her white dress
the seven year itch***
~~
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Oh Marilyn Monroe,
you were married to the stage show.
The baggage you carried made you run from home,
into the arms of Joe DiMaggio.
How could they of known?
The demons in your mind,
hidden inside the beauty that you portrayed on the outside.
They say revenge is dish best served cold,
but some like it hot.
Oh Marilyn,
you must of forgot.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
you were so beautiful, and miserable.
powerful, and vulnerable. remarkable, incredible.
you will be remembered for ages as the
gorgeous blonde with stars in her eyes,
a voice so soft and sweet when she verbalized,
the woman who seemed to ooze with confidence
and beauty, with everything she would do or say,
the woman that everyone wanted to be in the 60s, and still
do to this very day.
you wrote beautiful poetry,
you were so much more than what the eye could see
or the dumb blondes you played in movies, or on tv,
or the minds of small minded people.
you're a timeless beauty,
you're an inspiration to me.
without a doubt,
you were beautiful,and remarkable
inside and out.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Manson's singing soaking them with
the silken sound of ***
His throat tearing with sweat and
blood
The way you'd like your
fabric skin torn
away
As he pours a flood of
need down your
throat and
legs
You want to beg for
mercy and more
Beg until your body is sore
with the pill of a breath
The sound of his pain
makes you feel bereft
and touched
too much
not
enough
don't
stop
His voice grabs the audience's crotch
Be obsene
"Light a candle for the sinners"
"Light a fire"
*You could burn a country with this audience's
desire*
Manson is ******* them.
And they ******* love it.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
she said she’d wait forever
so she took the pills and
chased them down with fine wine,
picked up the phone
and waited till the end
for you to pick up the line.
was it selfish?
was it romantic?
was it kind?
she was a wet dream come to life,
she would have been such a prize.
a hand on the curve of her hip-
you couldn’t handle it.
there were
grainy photos of you both,
some fancy motel
maybe by the name of
the shangri-la.
there are moments you can see
just how deep her sadness stretched
inside of her,
just how deep her need stretched
inside of her,
for you.
there are state of the unions
adresses and inaugural china.
long lasting feasts.
she might as well have just been
the lady hiding in the cake,
the lady singing you to sleep.
everybody’s wet dream
could’ve been a reality
for you.
she said she’d wait forever
and you probably passed it off as histrionics.
and maybe you couldn’t live
with that sort of guilt.
she said she’d wait forever
so she did.
she picked up the phone,
pills and fine wine.
waited for you in this world
and ready to wait until the end of time.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC