Norma Jean
People
make think they truly know you, they think they understand you by the
way you speak, the way you smile, the way you carry yourself and by how
you appear outwardly to the world. People think they understand who you
truly are by appearances alone. Many of us see the cover of a book;
maybe read the first few pages and make our judgements. Never bothering
to go deeper or bothering to read the entire
story. That is a mistake. The world is a stage and were all actors,
some better than others and some more famous than others. Some are
beautiful, some are ugly, some are uncanny, some are just plain crazy.
Some of us are reckless, some are awkward, some abuse drugs, some abuse
themselves in various ways, some of us seemingly live to abuse or hurt
others. Some of us are still acting even when the camera isn't rolling
and the lights are down. For some the scene will never cut, the curtain
will not fall, there will be no fade to black, and there will never be a
wrap. Much Like Marilyn Monroe if you look a little deeper there's
often more than a dumb, blonde, sex kitten. I may not share her great
beauty but I share her great love of poetry and her deep emotional
connection and sometimes detachment and disdain for life. Lusting one
moment and feigning lust the next. Passion and dispassion. Fire and
rain. I believe we all have our darkness. Marilyn once said of life,
"Life -
I am both your directions
existing more with the cold frost
strong as a cobweb in the wind
hanging downward the most
somehow remaining
Those beaded rays have the colors
I've seen in paintings - ah life
they have cheated you...
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any - but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by leaping hot fires
life - of which at singular times
I am both your directions -
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me. "
I could not agree more.
"Life -
I am both your directions
existing more with the cold frost
strong as a cobweb in the wind
hanging downward the most
somehow remaining
Those beaded rays have the colors
I've seen in paintings - ah life
they have cheated you...
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any - but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by leaping hot fires
life - of which at singular times
I am both your directions -
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me. "
I could not agree more.
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