Micheal Jackson "No Rest For The Weary"

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I am a Micheal Jackson fan and have been since I was a child. I appreciate the sacrifice Micheal made to entertain/inspire me. However, it saddens my heart that such a talented and kind hearted person was so tortured that he had to medicate just to sleep. In retrospect, when I was a child I would watch Micheal on television and he was fully charged and was like a beacon of light as he performed; however, once the music stopped and the performance was over his persona totally changed during interviews. I remember asking my mother what was wrong because he looked as if he was going to cry and my mom said that he's probably tired; then my grandmother chimed in and said something that stuck with me. Madea said, you know child "eyes are the windows to the soul" and that child (Micheal) soul is weary. Being a child at the time I did not get the full meaning of what Madea meant, until the years passed. As with anything it's hard to get to heart of a matter unless it's your heart involved. The truth of the matter is..... only Micheal Jackson knew his truth. Only he knew his pain and only he knew no peace in this world;regardless of his wealth this man was not happy. If truth be told, how could he be.? Every aspect of his life has been on display from as early as 5 years old, he could not walk to the corner store just to buy candy. WOW!! Could you imagine living like that? Could you imagine having all of your mistakes and sorrows aired for the world to judge you? It's sad and it was wrong. I don't know if all the accusations are true about the things Micheal was accused of doing; but really.? Does it really matter now? Is it going to bring him back from the dead? NO! As for me, I will remember the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to Micheal Joseph Jackson , and I wish his weary soul rest. My prayer is that the rest of the world do the same. God Bless.

PFP ©2009

 

Poem written by: Micheal Jackson

Magical Child
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature's glee
Beauty, love was all he'd see

He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fight
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysteroius force which they could not handle

In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss

The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn't confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
IS he real?He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What's his destiny?What's his fate?

And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simpel, sincere

All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature's scheme, never to die

Don't stop this child, he's the father of man
Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan
I am that child, but so are you
You've just forgotten, just lost the clue

Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear

If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Wave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane

Deep inside, you know it's true
Just find that child, it's hiding in you.

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