Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
I'm
the
white fog
layered on
gold-jasmine face of
the orange moon, shimmering with
shy starships and laced along hailstones of honesty;
When the sapphires of earth are etched with orchestral milky beams, smeared with ominous balms,
I want you to weave a cherry-crescent with periwinkle dreams and let aqua-pink amulets swing with gossamer threads of lotus-life,
which shall pull my sempiternal heartstrings, as frost of the last snow kisses the lunar orchards, twirling upon maroon ruins of moonwalking memories. I'll forever be that silver haze, lingering in your soul's seascapes.
Dancing
There is dancing
On the ground floor of earth
Eternally grateful by the beauty
I am sophisticated heart investor
Flora to flora
Fauna to fauna
I am seeking the lessons of body
No nudity is there
Centripetal gravity force of mind controls heartily
In my heart thou life dove is flying
The blazing dance craving my inside
As divine delightful oceanic tide
The eyebrows playing with eyeballs
The nose and nostrils spying the lips
The lips amorously kissing the mouth
The hands and fingers praying and pouring mysticism
The breast beating the mind lights of world fusion
The waist and navel showing the horizontal distance of happiness
The toes hypnotizing the weak fellow in moonwalking backwardness
No I am not there
Roaming I am on the apex throne of Olympic
where your dance shaking the spirit of Zeus soul
And Cupid seeking an eternity of me instead god of gods
by mystical unstated words of shaking exotic body
There I am in your veins of dance
In your heart surviving as an unrelenting drunkard
Till the connection with the metaphysics
where God lives alone thick ......
11.06.2020 Chattogram
Date: Sat, Jan 9 2016 at 5:56 PM
So sick of these Lames
Im major Payne with the purple heart in Flames
To the cradle to the Grave
This rap game my parade my arcade
Stop throwing shade
You know the sun still in his Rays
Time to Glo like I'm in Glo Gang
I'm in my Glo in my Soul Plane
This the New Soul Train
I'm like D Wade Shooting the Tre
But I won't see haters Fade away
Got these Ace of spades
These Trumps to Play
Cause you Jokers made Bane
Go insane
I'm batman who went through his phase
Now I'm on the Stage
With ginsu blades
In my Jutsu Sage
Ninetails on a Rage
Naruto with the Seal broken
Now the Seal open
I'm spitting Egypt's Ten Plague's
Yeah ima live life for Christ
Until the afterlife
So Yall goin be my sacrifice
Tupac passed me the Mic
Got the gloves from Mike
Jacket with the Spikes
Moonwalking on Ice
I see the flashing lights
Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Mrs D, girls on fleek, cluckada clucking, their bountiful asses
Not pushing out eggs, I’ll tell the bae’s their busted
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Don’t get me started bout Bungey
Stupidest dog, digs holes, thinks he’s a rabbit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder yeah
Oi!, don’t leave me hanging here at the window
I’m puffed up, moonwalking, strutting my stuff
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Morning Mr, Mrs Mac you were asleep, while I was bringing it
What's that?, racket? suns bit extra this morning, yeah it's well lit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Ya going down the Orchard? see the Chicks crib?, yesss lets burn the roof
Hmmm, the local café might sell apple flavoured lattes
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Entered in the Personification contest
Placed 6th
The Rooster, written 14/07/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Yesterday, I felt her foundation
give way, nearly swept away
I began swimming in unfamiliar
territory, hurriedly, as emotions
tugged on me.
I gave in, falling into her viscosity,
felt my re-birth, & I asked the Lord
was this how worship felt?
She usurped my soul.
Heaven ensued
I felt the breaking of molecules
then euphoria,
my body couldn't move
Eyes unblinded,
finally realizing man's mandate
A whitewash of sorts
Love her as He loves a Trinity
Who wouldn't remain
in the matrix for a love like this?
Could miracles be separated
that simply?
The dissolution of his and hers
forming a new compound
of a two lettered word
spending time - In God We trust
adding an L and T to that word of us
Working backwards from infinity
Today, I saw Jesus moonwalking
towards my revelation as subatomic
activity began dismantling
what every man should be pursuing
On your mark, get set, praise
I remain unashamed
Moonwalking solar energy,
An eclipse above my head,
I dared myself to dream of you
Reminiscing behind time of a love we used to share,
I vowed to never drop another tear thinking of you but,
I sure loved you to death,
A Juliet I was gifted,
But love is never enough,
And it hurts knowing that it's all I have
Seperate generations of loyal fans
music charisma outstanding bands
king of rock....king of pop
Elvis and Michael were #1 chart tops...
Both had a flare for entertaining
all the girls screamed their daydreaming
gyrostyle hips with moonwalking bluesuede shoes
both still selling music and still in the news,
...deader than dead,worth more dead than alive
don't stop 'till you get enuff,Elvis lives! don't believe the hype...
Here's the coincidence without all the poking fun,
king of pop...king of rock n' roll
both gonna make more money dead than alive
both ended their careers and lives with prescription drugs
....Michael married Elvis' daughter too boot...
i wonder if there will ever be a pair like them again?