Michael's been gone for a year, gone from the Stage, the Courtrooms, and from the Sideshow atmosphere his very being created. The world, truly was His Stage. He knew nothing except being the center of attention, the Star, the "Freak" the main attraction.. Beloved, Admired, Misunderstood, Shy, Talented, Showy, Sparkly, Gloved, Veiled, Hated, Mocked, Betrayed, Used, Abused, Worshiped, Adored, Shielded, .. Dancer, Singer, Actor, Daddy, Son, Brother, Friend, Prophet, Poet. Child, Peter Pan, Business Man, Enigma.. Creature, Character.. Facade, Ghost..
Whatever name you may wish to call him, He was truly the King.. The King of Pop, or simply, The King.. Growing up in the 1960s and 1970s, I had his pictures on my closet door, along with those of Donny Osmond, Bobby Sherman, David Cassidy, I loved Michael, danced to his music, from the time I was 9 until My last Dance Recital.. His albums Bad and Thriller were the favorites of my ladies in their "Jazzercize" classes.. everybody loved Billie Jean.. Just this spring, Thriller was the featured # of a dance recital in Smithfield, NC.. the "hit of the production.. I remember my Daddy selling the "Michael Jackson Jackets" in his store in Dunn, NC in the early 80s. Some customers loved 'em.. some did not.. Just who was Michael, we will never really know.. I do believe he was and is a beautiful soul. Talent and inspiration flowed through his veins, like blood. I saw an old interview Oprah did with Michael, from 1993 Friday.. Elizabeth Taylor appeared and spoke about her love of Michael.. To me, he is and was a beautiful person, although to himself, he was never beautiful, never good enough.. that's the tragedy of Michael's life.. preyed upon by "psychic vampires" people wanting a piece of him, a part of him.. Never letting him just "be". I would have loved to have visited his beautiful haven, Neverland.. to me, his love of whimsy wasn't strange, I hope Michael is looking down on us, from a tree, a very beautiful tree, I hope and feel that he is happy.. and beautiful and creating new songs and dances for special Angels.. The lesson I take from Michael's life, which ended way too soon.. is to let people be free.. Let them create and be themselves.. and to always remember that everybody is beautiful.. in their own unique way.. and often the most misunderstood souls are the most lovely and beautiful and tender. So tender, they cannot weather the harsh storms of life and the piranhas who prey upon them, wanting to consume them and their talents and gifts. Michael gave so much and really was never given back a fair portion of the love he wanted so desperately to pour upon us. Dance , Dream and be free Michael.. You are so many beautiful things .. The Star, The Magician, The Prince of Wands. The King of Pop.. A shining star, A Child, A god. Thank you for the beautiful words, music and dances. I love you and will remember you with admiration and a grateful heart always
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