MJ RiP Poem
Michaels Story
His childhood was forsaken
Fame and fortune was a must
No school or normal pastimes
Into the limelight he was thrust
From those who claimed to love him
To those who loved to hate
They couldn’t see the lost ch ild
Who’s talent would be his fat
He gave us so much plea sure
A star, a real icon
He rear ranged the music
A new era had it’s dawn
He changed the path o f lyric
Made the world his dancin g stage
But in his niaeve te
His critics he did enrage
Lost and lonely in his own world br /> Normality just a wish He created a place of love Where pain would be banished
But every act of love and grace
This man-child did bestow
Was tainted by the people
Who would mar his very soul
His life was bared before us
Every move on view to see
The jibes and comments hurt him
Left him br oken, no self esteem
They hounde d and they cut him
Left him bleedi ng in the road
Misunderstood and i nocent
They added to the load
He faced them with so much courag e
A warrior of grit and steel< br /> He played to them and gave them What they didn’t want to hear
An extravaganza
A new sight to behol d
The comeback he so yearned for
So brave and very bold
But God he had a new plan
A place o gentle rest
For this soul He love so dearly
And wanted just to bless
So as in life, he left us
Softly, didn’t make a sound
Just gently moonwalked from the room To where angels are around
Then the great big heart stopped be ating
Rhythmic feet will dance no ore
A unique voice stilled fo rever
His soul now free to soar Happiness was elusive
Co ntentment just a dream
But now the man-child is dancing
In heavens playing fields.
RIP Michael Loved Always, Forgotten Never. Janet South Wales UK
Poem by Me…..
morning shines above the horizon
casting heating waves into every soul in the distance…
burn, the souls.
thy soul burns but not from the sun
tis from the love of the feminine figure
who shares compassion with thee.
most beautiful sight in the distance is of her smile
her figure, her moonlight eyes shining bright
lights up my world.
and so i wait…
wait for the day i can claim this cleopatra,
queen of my eyes
for her mark has been left staind on my iris
-luis
At exactly which point do you start to realize
That life without knowledge is, death in disguise?
-talib kweli
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