When I painted this poster of my life
There was so much black and so much red
There was no yellow or blue
Just tan and blain
When the rainbow was cast
The shadows of what has been were colored
But what type of color was it
You see when darkness lurks all around
The grays seemed attractive to me
So what I saw as beauty was really ugly
How my life was then was no climb only falls
How do I fall if I won't climb that is the question that I needed to answer
When you step on those around it may seem you climb
You seem to reach the highest peak but the illusion is you really fall
Farther away from reality
It's a curse a self destruct button
It can only take you so far then the void locks you in
To put a poster out there of my life you would think it is no masterpiece but what is a masterpiece to you
To me it is what I try to color now
Life now as a canvas for change you see the blacker the canvas the whiter the reality could be
So take that brush the thoughts in you mind and search out for what a real work of art could look like in your own eyes because in the end that is all that really matters.
Marilyn, Little Girl Lost.
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Little girl lost
who never grew up
burdened throughout her short life
by a lack of her Mothers love.
Thrown into the limelight
beauty made her a star
loved by everyone
but never felt good enough
so insecure
Longed for a family
always searching for true love.
She became a pin-up
and every man's dream
because of her alluring beauty
femininity and sensuality
hiding the real person inside
and everything she aspired to be.
But the hurting child inside would not set her free.
Always feeling lonely
felt uneasy in crowds
so misunderstood
even though her intentions were good
Two different people
Norma Jean who no one wanted to know
and Marilyn who everyone wanted to know
a product ans manikin
her real self and dreams denied
with her finger constantly
on the self destruct button
finally it got too much
But even now our hearts are touched
and they'll always be
a place for Marilyn in our heats.
Quote~
''Help me! Help me !''
life is getting closer
and all I want to do is die. ~ Marilyn Monroe.
''She has become more than an icon''
She has become apart of our psyche.
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~ Peter Dome. Copyright 2012.
This world so filled with its madness
it seems to press a self-destruct button
such is mankind's depth of sin
so it's goodness sums up to nothing
God declares any righteousness of man
is to His eyes just filthy rags indeed
for the Lord God demands only perfection
leaving mankind lost only to plead
Pleading for freedom from their sin
looking for a saviour to be their salvation
to find peace in their troubled heart
only a perfect sacrifice for a redemption
From heaven comes a certain hope
Jesus the God-man brings peace
taking man's sin on himself totally
then God's peace shall never cease
This is perfect love simply supreme
God's peace lies deep in the heart
bursting through man's ultimate madness
so God gives man a brand new start
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