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''Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experienced, but that's not where I live.''

Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962), U.S. screen actor. Life (New York, Aug. 3, 1962). Conclusion of taped conversation published the day that Monroe died....

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i wanted to find a poem by Marylin Monroe and i think it is an amazing homage!



"Marilyn Monroe"


[Verse 1:]
This one goes out to all the lovers
What can we do? We're helpless romantics
We can not help who we're attracted to
So let's all dance, and elevate each other

Dear diary, it's happenin' again
This energy, like I'm 'bout to win
I just close my eyes and visions appear
She's everything I want, and it's crystal clear
Not even Marilyn Monroe
Queen Cleopatra please
Not even Joan of Arc
That don't mean nothin' to me
I just want a different girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, girl, can't another good boy keep it this thorough

[Verse 2:]
Why, why do I have to lie
Pretend, make believe or hide her?
When I love what I've described
But then again, I don't need no adjectives for this girl

[Chorus 2x]

What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that? Yeah
What's wrong with that?

[interlude — Kelly Osbourne:]
In honor of the groove and to all who's surrendered to it
We say thank you, and we take it back

[Verse 3:]
Wished so hard, I wished so hard that it came true
Then my lucky star, I guess you came from behind the moon
I put my arms around her, and I promise not to abuse you
Since now I found you, why the hell would I want to lose you?

[Chorus 2x]
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Only parts of us will ever touch parts of others.


Only parts of us will ever
touch only parts of others —
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that is understood by within another’s knowing acceptable to
the other — therefore
so one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at best though perhaps it could make
our understanding seek
another’s loneliness out.


Marylin Monroe

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feel what I feel
within myself — that is trying to
become aware of it
also what I feel in others
not being ashamed of my feeling, thoughts — or ideas

realize the thing that
they are –


Oh damn I wish that I were
dead — absolutely nonexistent —
gone away from here — from
everywhere but how would I do it
There is always bridges — the Brooklyn
– no not the Brooklyn Bridge
But I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there and the air is so clean) walking it seems
peaceful there even with all those
cars going crazy underneath. So
it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one and with no view — except
I particularly like in particular all bridges — there’s some-
thing about them and besides these I’ve
never seen an ugly bridge


Stones on the walk
every color there is
I stare down at you
like these the a horizon —
the space / the air is between us beckoning
and I am many stories besides up
my feet are frightened
from my as I grasp for towards you


Marylin Monroe

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Audrey Hepburn's favorite poem: Unending Love


I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

in life, after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

that you take as a gift, wear around your neck, in your many forms.

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, it's

innocent tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge.

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time:

you become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on a stream that brings from the fount

at the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the same distressful tears of farewell- old love, but in shapes that renew, and renew forever.

Today it's heaped at your feet, it has found it's end in you. The love of all man's days,

both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with, this one love of ours,

and the songs of every poet, past and forever.

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