Everyday I still miss Michael, his smile, his strength to conquer the world and his dreams of peace and love remain so hard in my heart. So this week he will take over this blog and I'm posting a few poems about him, this first one was written the Concert Film Director Johnathan D. Jones, and I am adding also a video were he recites it. Thanks to the page UK LOVES MJ for divulgating this magnificent piece of art.
IDOL LOST
There I was, sitting alone atop the staircase, a waterfall of tears.
My mind zombie like, as I could not fathom what my lens had just captured.
He was beautiful - an Angel on stage - the voice of perfection.
While I withdrew from my family and the world,
I opened my eyes to imagine a genius that took me away.
Through song, through dance, with a soft tone, and a welcoming spirit,
He was me – I shadowed his life.
Certain similarities made me believe I was better than the greatest.
One that stole my soul, replaced, the figure that didn’t live in my house.
Every step precise - every move sensational –
As a kid we all believe in magic.
This magician allowed me to never grow up.
Our talents were not the same. But I studied him.
Added much of the good in him to help make me better.
He was rhythm.
Far beyond the dance I saw him change the world
As a professional child he was on the back end of the chitterling circuit.
A few years removed from colored entrances, and yet love leapt from his lips.
Cultures and races the world over sang in chorus.
He was BAD!
The 1, The only 1,
The 1 human being that I truly saw how Great God is through his warmth
I could not afford what many had the fortune to buy, and see, but I saw him-
I saw him in my dreams.
He stood just behind my eyelids.
I stood in front of mirrors for hours and hours -
Trying to look-like him - I wanted to talk like him,
For a moment I wanted to be him.
Never has anyone captured me completely.
Inspired is'nt justice - empowered by his ascend
No Prince could compare to The King’s gifts.
Entertained family, during holidays with fully imitated shows.
For just those moments I would really become him.
I grew, my gifts came in slightly different packaging, but I stole some of his wrapping.
I absorbed his will and determination for perfection to consume everything I did.
I watched, I studied, I idolized.
When he went into orbit and walked the moon, I simply sobbed.
Sat on the steps so amazed that all I could do was cry.
Imperfection is human,
So there he was, so high above that missiles had to be made up to reach him.
But he wore a glove to protect himself from the disease of hatred, and misunderstanding.
I stored all the good he shared.
Never punished him for falling.
Like a toddler who brings us so much joy, I just wanted to help him up -
Just to see him walk again
To a rich man, eating from trash is strange.
He reached a stage never, imagined, by anyone else, so to a closed minded few -That was strange.
A face -A nose -A color –
As insignificant, as a bag, holding a gift that a child has always wanted.
He was punished.
Backs turned, stories told, while people ran off with the loot.
Not I - I, idolized him.
I’d wished to talk to him.
I dreamed of looking through rare videos, and pictures, together -
So stored in my heart that one day I would open my eyes to see my dream.
But as sudden as a blink, I stood in my room as he was returned to God.
My heart ached. My one dream to share time with him, had been swept away,
or so I thought
As magical as the first moment I saw him -
It was as if he left me with a gift.
Though hard, and not the way I wanted, I had my wish.
As he laid surrounded in gold, and song -
I sat with him as rare pictures appeared across the stage
He was a word that hasn't been created.
He is,
MICHAEL JACKSON
HUGS FROM CHILE!!
Milza López
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