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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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