The King of Pops
he flew to the land of hopes;
In this world
pinched by pain and agony untold
his Father of Heavens recalled
his son of magic steps
flooded with money
overflowing genius
miraculous music
which blooded his physic
the ageless albums
recorded for eternal sons
born with the pop gene
tuned to sing and dance
infinite fusions
multiplied passions
tatooed with injections
tormented with rejections
desperate with living urge
pained by childhood
and pinned by children
all the riches he possessed
eating away his skin, bones and senses
drugged with intoxication
drained body
floating without gravitation
focusses missing
weightless the mantle
dignified the core
eternally bore
the legend to
land of endless lores.
timely and apt homage to the legend of the century! ! ! ! ! !
Madam, A very apt homage to the unfortunate genius. Great observations and a hearty description. He is the poor victim of his own idiosyncrasies! The title of the poem is also very novel, innovative and creative indeed. Thanks for sharing this master piece with us. Kudos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem. Very mature in poetic imagery. Excellent! ; D