Michael Jackson @ MindSay 
He never wondered
About what people
Thought about him.
He looked really cool
Like he was
Sgt.Pepper in Glitter.
No one knows him.
They never took the time
To get to know him.
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
His face changed,
Got a nose job.
But inside his heart
He was still
Michael Jackson,
That his family knew
And loved.
No one knows him.
They never took the time
To get to know him.
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
The King of Pop
Was the loneliest man
In the world.
No one gave him a chance,
They judged the book
By the cover.
Luckily no one could see
The tears he cried behind
Those beautiful brown eyes
Hopefully, the world
Will remember the King of Pop..
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
[repeat Chorus]
We will never forget
Our King of Pop.
R.I.P, Michael, we miss you so much.
There's my poem dedicated to the King of Pop. I have a glove that I wear in honour of him. It's black with 'MJ' written in sequins on it. I'm sure he'd love it. If you want to see pictures of it visit Saphyra16, my other blog.
+316+The Rebster who's in mourning+
Batman logo
lol, Batman again
This is my glove that I'm wearing in honour of Michael
I hope he'd like it.
There was a thunderhead moving in and the clouds looked amazing.
These photos are taken from my new camera....the quality of the pictures is so much better!
This picture reminds me of 'Thriller' I don't know why.
The clouds look like God's talking to me.
Don't those clouds look wicked?
This is the second Michael Jackson CD, I own.
Mom looked outside and told me about the rainbow and I grabbed my camera and took three pictures.
LOL, ok so it's a Double Rainbow.
Still gorgeous, though!
This is my cousin Angie...she's 13 and the coolest girl ever besides my mom.
This is my uncle Nate....the biggest DORK ever. XD
He beats out Jake, Jay and Michael Jackson and my mom!
One of the day lilies before they died.
I hope these pictures turn out ok.
Let me know!
Sorry, guys, about the other day. I was a grouch and was in dire need of a break from online. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE was starting crap with me and I got tired of it.
He never wondered
About what people
Thought about him.
He looked really cool
Like he was
Sgt.Pepper in Glitter.
No one knows him.
They never took the time
To get to know him.
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
His face changed,
Got a nose job.
But inside his heart
He was still
Michael Jackson,
That his family knew
And loved.
No one knows him.
They never took the time
To get to know him.
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
The King of Pop
Was the loneliest man
In the world.
No one gave him a chance,
They judged the book
By the cover.
Hopefully, the world
Will remember the King of Pop..
There he stood on stage
He was the King of Pop.
His children sob
As the world still ridicules
The King of Pop.
He was the loneliest man
In the world,
And beloved by fans everywhere.
Cause he was, after all,
The King of Pop.
[repeat Chorus]
We will never forget
Our King of Pop.
You'll all be happy to know that Michael's children will stay with their Grandmother.
R.I.P, Michael, we miss you so much.
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I'm not yet at the point where I feel ready to talk about Michael and my feelings about him, my experience of him, me being a fan, those things... But I feel compelled right now to post briefly about how I'm dealing with the loss of him from this world.
I've never grieved before. At least not for a person. I think I went through a period of grieving when I cut off my dreadlocks, but that was slightly different, because it was ... well, my hair. heh.
This is slow. This is slowing sinking. I've not allowed myself to feel much for the past week or so.
The day of his death, and the day after, I really believe I dissociated. I realized it when I was walking up the sidewalk and I couldn't connect with my own self or anything around me. I felt panic when I realized this, because it's an old feeling that I haven't had for a while, and it's always scary... but it didn't take long for me to realize why I was dissociating and just to slip into accepting it and moving on with that disconnect still there. I didn't care. There was still a pain there inside me and that's what was truly a(e?)ffecting me.
What are those Stages of Grieving? My mom was talking about them sometime last month...
1) Denial, IsolationI can truly see where I've gone through several of these stages. I'm not an expert on these stages so I don't know about if they are supposed to go in order and all that.... I don't really care. I'm just noting how I see that I've gone through them.
2) Anger
3) Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance
I will never forget the moment that I saw those three words in the results of our search that day. "Michael Jackson Dies". TMZ was the first to report it. I didn't believe it. Nothing happened to me. There was hardly a reaction besides me putting my hand over my mouth. I didn't want to react. This was a tabloid type source and I could end up looking foolish if it was a lie. Best to keep calm until things are for-sure. All I knew for sure was that he was at the hospital after cardiac arrest. We would wait for more trust-worthy sources to confirm this. I would wait and wait before I would allow myself to accept this.
We didn't get total confirmation until that night. At least, I didn't. Even as more and more news sources began reporting this reality, I kept thinking that they were wrong and that eventually they would have to take back their statements. I was not going to be suckered into getting emotional about some sensational lie. Even that night when we went to my sister's house to watch the news to see exactly what was going on, and the news was saying it all over, and I saw on the screen the first time: 1958-2009, I couldn't believe it. I would not allow myself to believe it. Believing these reports was to admit he was gone. I didn't want to admit that. I don't know when I finally did, but at some point I moved away from denial...
I started thinking about how in the past few years I've become less passionate about him. At least at the surface. You could, at any moment in time, show me a clip of a performance or play a song or display a picture, or anything, and it would all immediately surface - the fan in me. If it was a performance, I probably had to use much of my will to contain myself. That was always there. But I stopped listening to my full collection of his albums every single day, I stopped ... obsessing. I guess it's wrong to say that my passion was gone. Rather, I had moved beyond obsessing every day like I had for years.
Anyway, I started - and I know now that this is crazy - but I started believing that the fact that my everyday passionate obsessive love for him had subsided, that had somehow caused him to die. That me not sending that love to him out into the universe every day somehow deprived him of love and knowing that he was loved and still adored by his true fans, and without that, he died. I became angry at myself for this and was beating myself up for not staying closer to his legacy in recent years.
I moved past this after a couple days.
I'm not exactly sure what bargaining is... judging simply by the word itself, I don't think I hit that stage. I don't think my constant urge in the first few days to just turn around and reach out and embrace him would be considered bargaining.... yeah, I experienced that, though. Maybe I did, for a few hours. I do remember thinking over and over, if he just comes back, and sees all of this love for him... I will never let that love subside into the back of my life again. I will make sure he is constantly aware of it, that that loving energy flows from me to him each day.
Depression... I'm there now. There is just this constant sadness in my heart. This slow, silent, heaviness there in my chest. Thoughts flash through my mind and feelings surge up and suddenly I want to cry, out of nowhere. Other times I feel totally disconnected. Other times I feel rational and like maybe I'm moving into acceptance. But that heavy sadness is still there. It lingers like a heavy fog.
Michael meant a lot to me. I don't think I'm going to try to talk about it here. I don't need to make anyone else understand. My love for him is mine. I've been a fan of his since I was about 6 years old and saw this performance they showed of the Jackson 5 of some show I was watching. Why they were playing it so many years later, I don't know... but I'm so thankful for that. I remember that moment like it was yesterday.
They announced they'd be showing a musical performance after the commercial and there was a brief clip. I stuck around to see it. I was amazed. I couldn't take my eyes off of Michael. He was singing Rockin' Robin. He astounded me, even when I was that young, and he was that young. I never forgot him, I never forgot that performance. I would think about it frequently in the following years. I didn't know they were this huge sensation at one point. At the time, he was just an astounding performer that I was lucky to catch on TV one day. I became a die-hard fan when I got a few years older and really discovered who he was.
After talking with other fans lately, since Michael's death, I realize, we all realize, that there is something we share, an understanding and certain love we have for Michael, that is only understood amongst us. If you don't have it, you can't know it. It's not capable of being put into words.
I'll just say this simple statement: He was always, always gorgeous to me on so many levels. Sure, he was a great dancer, absolutely amazing singer, wonderful songwriter, and the stage was created just for the coming of this man... But he was also a great humanitarian, a loving, innocent, caring soul who was constantly striving to be the best he could be. And he was the best. He was not only the best he could be, he was the best anyone could be, all over the world. But he needed to be even better than that. A perfectionist, sometimes to a fault. We all have our faults. Michael wasn't a saint. His death has, in a lot of ways, grounded me as a fan. His human-ness is more obvious to me. But he will always amaze me with his beautiful spirit (oh, that laugh...) and excite me with his talent. His beautiful, inspiring eyes and smile are forever etched in a frame in my mind and in my heart. And yes, every day, through all his life, I thought he was sexy as hell. I'd kiss those lips every day if I had the chance, with love.
<3
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