Comments Inbox
| |
Epistle
(For Michael
Jackson, 1958-
2009)
Our hate for you
was unbreakable
Because to many
of us you were a
heartbreaker
But your gift and
stardom were
invincible
Such that heaven
can wait
At your death
break of dawn
I remained so
speechless
I wept: gone too
soon
I saw Blood on the
dance floor
Your life and death
remain a thriller
Your absence
makes me cry
Your
disappearance to
me is bad
I wanted to rock
with you
Now, in your
absence, I just
can't stop loving
you
My wish: I want
you back
To be working day
and night
I want you to be
the man in the
mirror
Alas! I weep for a
childhood
I wish you were
given one more
chance
But this time not
with a dirty diana
Who is it? You
may ask
If you're given a
second chance
You should brace
yourself and give
in to me
You should hold
my hands
Because now I
don't care if you're
black or white
Your childhood
was that of the
lost children
Always kept in the
studio of privacy
Always threatened
by a lord
But now you're
not alone, I'm with
you
Your absence
makes me
remember the time
Every minute the
way you make
me feel
When Janet and
you made a
scream
Just like a smooth
criminal
Now I wanna be
starting something
Will you be there?
I wish
Because whatever
happens
I'd be a stranger in
Moscow
To cork the glass
Your earth song is
superb
Perhaps some a
time in the future
I'll appreciate;
she's out of my life
From Billie Jean to
Beat it and beyond
Your human
nature was of
butterflies
Never stopping til
you get enough
Because your
passion was more
than 2000 watts
To pop you said:
You are my life
One funny thing;
to the Liberian girl,
You said: don't
walk away
With your
dangerous
You made a stage
jam
I wish'd I'd be
there
On the stage with
you
With your heal the
world
You rock my world
Letting me know
that
We are the world
You let me know
something
That stars are
always above
Even in the tomb,
they are backbitten
By folks, they
don't really care
about us
With love and
affection
From your brother
his good passion
Much love your
highness
I doff. Dear King
Mike.
|
|
|