This Is It

IN HONOR OF HIS MUSIC and the release of This Is It A RE HASH POEM I WROTE WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON died but His music lived on.

GOODBYE MIKE

Goodbye King of Pop Adios

An entertainer’s entertaining has come to stop

Moonwalking gloved and much beloved

Band of brothers 5 and Janet’s too

Dad of three and Husband of Two


Thriller was off the wall

Music Videos were so addictive

Almost Dangerous and Bad

Almost making Unbreakable History

Before fading sudden and plasticly aging

papparazi and unproven dark shadows chasing

Well then Mr.death is the only cure

To the fishbowl we  the world,

we put you in

hoping for one last toe straight spin

Knowing Michael , Entertain  heaven above

Pearly gates await the one with white glove

Duet with Elvis and dance with Diana

Be a kid like the way you always wanna

Do android hackers tweet about electric sheep?

Here is a very amusing site where bunch of hackers discuss black hat techniques to game social media- they meet in the MJ website. LOL

Thats actually the official MJ website. (also see my Poem on MJ at

https://decisionstats.com/2011/04/29/tribute-to-michael-jackson/

and https://decisionstats.com/2009/12/01/obama-and-mj-on-history/)

But back to the funny twitter gamers

http://www.michaeljackson.com/us/node/703109

MICHAEL JACKSON YOU ARE OVER THE STATUS UPDATE LIMIT. PLEASE WAIT A FEW HOURS AND TRY AGAIN.

Color

once in a blue moon
you may experience a black day
out of the blue
your plans and your blueprint will falter

your blue blood is no longer a guarantee
for continued red carpets and
being born to the purple no cure
to never feeling blue

you may blanche,turn pale, show a yellow liver,
you may be caught in an area so grey,
your face grows red in surprise,
your friends declare you a white elephant,
your friendship terminated without a pink slip,
a black sheep, with the balance sheet in red

wait till it snows
for white Christmas to come
for the white lies to fade
soon spring will be here
greener pastures, still waters beckon
to a world of color not just black and white.

Divorced Reality

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if I could just shut my eyes tight
escape the world for a while I might
me and my divorced reality
enhanced by enfeebled diminished mortality

must come to terms with this news
having played my cards I accept and lose
surrender asunder to all those events
over whom i have no power to peruse

take a gun and shoot me in the head
watch me twitch until I am dead
perhaps that would gladden those estranged
historical affection now much deranged

melancholy I must reminiscence I will
to sleep perchance one more pop a pill

The Lover: A Poem


The Lover

Your emerald eyes,

Like dewdrops glistening on green grass.

The shine in them,

Is like the twinkling of the stars.

You’re ivory skin,

Reminds me of the moonlight.

Like a gorgeous lily

Colored in silvery white.

Your sunkissed hair,

Blowing gently in the breeze.

I do not look long,

My breath may freeze.

You’re sideways glance,

As sharp as a knife.

Like a Greek goddess or a marble sculpture,

Brought to life.

Your poise, your grace,

Guides my moving pen.

Your beauty brings out,

The poet within.

The tinkle of your soft voice remains in my ears,

Long after you are long gone.

Your memory drives me crazy,

Makes me want to break out in a song.

 

 

Alas, my dear

I am in love with your beauty

But not with you.

This sounds like an obsession,

For this love is not true.

I am a passionate man,

With much passion to spare.

As soon as you leave my thoughts,

Someone else is already there.

 

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