Tribute To Michael Jackson (Rip)

I too have come to a blank wall to tell In sorrow's thronging pangs my sad farewell. I too toll my heart with memory's bell The mortal flesh is a fake citadel ... Brim me with tears so colors now supplied May be the rainbow shuttered when you died In flesh alone. Heaven's milk is my tears Honeyed for the sting of mercenary years. It was not easy for the mud was black A mother's incessant rain, the dry sun Of a father - a whip saddling the back And yet a child with gift lifts any ton Of dreams. So stellar of Jackson Five You shot across my teenage sky with Ben As your feet scurrying like a bright hive Spun and twist and slide like a magic pen. It was not hard for me to believe you That you would be there, for you were so bad Nothing could turn you back again. I knew The artist more than I knew the man ... sad And tormented, with its childhood deferred In the unending coming of manhood; The adult world was a bizarre dream, a blurred Reality that spirit ne'er understood. Yet I would not envy you mortal pain Nor bring you back into the fickle lights To swell your heart with tumults of disdain. Visionaries here have no rights And the black sorrow is hardest to bare. I only know the world of pop have lost The best, you were the king, a talent rare, But fame comes to some with a brutal cost. So let the bells toll as flowers fade Where we pile them, what is real must past, For only the artificial stays. Wade Me through the sad throng, my homage cast Upon the stage from where vision took flight Into our hearts, and brimmed us with your gift. I shall count an extra star up there tonight For you Michael, for time has spent your thrift.