Wednesday, November 19, 2008

another, another poem for Michael

another, another poem for Michael

 

            you are a star, my bright one

            how i see it in your soul

            when you glow

            onstage, moon walking your way out of a fairytale

            and bring such magic

            in me

 

            they called you, The Glove One

            they called you,  The King Of Pop

           

            yet i called you mike, yourself

            a simple child like human being 

            dancing with my tears, my joy

            it’s your voice i hear

            your hands i long to shake

            or even hold for a brief second

            if i ever give you a hug, or say thank you

            for everything that you’ve done

then it might be a beautiful moment, the best time of my life

 

cos of you, my bright one

you’re always be glowing one of the stars 

 across the heaven sky

across the milky way and oceans

and i have always believe in you

since you’re a bright star,

i believe in you like

you believe in Peter Pan

 

within my heart,

i know your innocence

your faith in God

your love for children

could forever spread around the globe

           

            i called you, my bright star

            with wings attached on your back to

            flash around the other stars

            moon-walking on a cloud in your fancy shoes

            the hat you wear overshadows your face                      

            your dark glasses hide your pretty eyes

            i knew you’re still a human

            a lovely black human being

            with a huge heart stretch out like rainbows

 

            oh Michael,

            this is why i called you, my friend

my bright star,  my Peter Pan

cos you made me cry, made me smile

and i pray, hoping in each day

for you to stay happy

 

~

© 2008 Kai C.

4 comments:

CapCity said...

I am also a fan of Michael Jackson but, ummm is there something else going on that I'm missing? ... I just want to know ...

Kai C. said...

like what?

R. Fitzgerald said...

they say he's sick these days.

Kai C. said...

thats what i heard