nestled in the fist of fury
followers following followers
machine numbers generated
to the size of egos

the devils henchman lurks
saturated by cryptic code
destruction embedded
in his fused brain

waiting

to puncture your alterego
and spill your conscience
into a crucible of sacrifices
on the altar of recognition

indecent pictures
bloated for primetime consumption
on the sidewalks of galley slaves
surfing social media
with oars of phony cosmetic
happiness. where do you stand?

welcome to a world of make-believe.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 27 days ago

hoje eu acordei achando que as rosas da minha vida iam se entupir de água da chuva. e até que sim, mas quis dizer o que mesmo?

contente demais pra mascarar meu sentimento na busca de palavras precisas ou convidativas.

hoje eu to eu, só que com mais alguém.
o outro eu que fumou da natureza e tá em sintonia com alguma coisa.

mas é estranho que sinto as vezes uma relutância em querer voltar pro zero e nada. ou é alguma outra coisa nova que preciso passar na vida.

tudo que eu sei, eu fico com pé atrás. as vezes o negócio é mais no fundo. muito além do que eu possa imaginar.

queria só saber escrever as coisas mais lindas pra daí eu ficar contente.

olha só, me perdi totalmente do porque vim escrever aqui. só queria dizer que vale a pena registrar: hoje eu fui muito produtiva. muito além do que nos últimos dias. mas fluiu sem doer e me senti super bem. e acho que é isso.

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 *** 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

Don't cry.

I ate the circle of moon before it could disappear
but when I woke, it slipped
and hid in that ball of light
they call sun.

We swore we'd never let it destroy her again
but it was fate who threw the key
into the pond
You spoke to a blue fish with golden scales
and made deals below my disturbing seas
without realizing desperate souls
also lived there.

Why do you keep calling me, child of the dark?
you promised never to but you vanished
like the traitorous treasure of a wakeful reel
that you take down each night
into the craters where your alterego resides.

Aren't you afraid of meeting your other self?
So, one night, when a meteor slid this way
past my bedroom door, ajar with brimming dreams
and a cold, gray mist covered my breath
my head was forced up and through the ceiling
my eyes finally closed, it told me who broke the seal.

You can tell the world who stepped on sleep
worshipper of the wood sprites
it's you, isn't it.