Michael
Lost in a world unchosen -
Alien, afraid, alone.
Burned by a childhood frozen -
Wrong hair, wrong skin, wrong bone.
Fifty Junes will not suffice -
They seemed just twenty two.
Always “The One” had a price -
A you that wasn’t really you?
Lesser Kings have felt it too -
No brave new stage to rule.
When all depart who worship you -
Sans applause you feel the Fool.
Freed by a death unchosen -
High and bright upon your throne.
Thawed from a childhood frozen -
Sans hair, sans skin, sans bone.
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1 Lamar Cole // Jul 15, 2009 at 4:54 pm
Goodbye Michael
A star has been plucked from the sky.
The sky is now dimmer.
It happened on June 25th.
A day, we will always remember.
Never again to see Michael’s smile light up the skies.
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean.
To the roaring sound of his fans’ screams.
A brother of the sun has been taken away.
But in our hearts his music will always stay.
Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds.
And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.
2 Wykeshia // Sep 25, 2009 at 2:02 pm
A Legend of the White Glove
When Our beloved Michael was alive, the glove glittered
With a splash of crystals that has it’s shimmer.
Its fingers were perfectly made for his signature
And for Michael’s crown its glory on its golden measures.
Being masked,
As he was misunderstood,
Michael made a unique promise,
That holds extremely good:
“Never again will the glove glitter
To be fitted tight enough to sprinkle such starry glimmer
Shimmer with all of its grace and glory
with a signature that is filled with legacy of HIStory.
The glove will have precious crystals
Being marked
And it’s wearable as a remembrance,
Of a pop star.
All who see it,
Will think of me,
Gloved to and fro,
As I danced to my feet.
Loved and remembered
This glove will be
A reflection to all,
Of my legacy.”
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