Glamour and the price of fame...
May produce a name.
Bright among rhinestoned stars.
In shallow glistening galaxies.
Entertained talents rise to heights.
To twinkle and dazzle for entire lifetimes.
With a climb that shines!
And can be difficult to maintain...
For those with gifts the envious wish to strip.
The burning fades as age appears.
And desires to remove any stains,
That may have shamed...
To rekindle and regain expectations.
Producing a familiar flame.
Hopeful to erase those degradations claimed.
Seem too exhausting,
To give and keep the same unchanged.
Deep feelings felt are not faked.
From an unhappiness that takes place...
Inside of the heart of the one who knows,
A closure comes and must be exposed.
As others patiently seek to leech and leave!
This one sees...
And it eventually shows!
To a public in deep sorrow.
An 'icon' has been divinely robed.
It eventually extinguishes,
The light that glows.
To forever be remembered,
For its authenticity.
And genuine heartfelt sensitivity.
Not to go away,
From those memories blessed.
Dedicated in Loving Memory:
Michael Joseph Jackson
'Michael, you will always be loved.'
Like Right Now I got so much love for you. I'm tired of people saying so much bad stuff about him. It's time somebody word's towards him is not only of icon's and love. You write about him with such heart felt grace. This poem is truly a product of divinity. Only God gives gifts like that You are blessed. Thank You! !
you did honor michael thank you may his memory live forever in hearts
Excellent piece. Very well written and I know today I felt as though a true supstar legend has faded away.
I felt it a 'duty'. A privilege. An honor!
And genuine heartfelt sensitivity. This stays. Not to go away, From those memories blessed... fine
this poem was... so respectfully 4 Michael. Thanks 4 making this.
Great work :) Long live the King.
we lost such an amzing person and performer
michael nevers dies hes always in our hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
i agree with Stacy Watts