A poem for Michael Jackson - Revised

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================= Leave me alone... =================

When I was a child, I always fancy being a star To whom, being a star was more than a dream…

I always wanted to see people clapping to my songs I always waned to see people dancing to my tunes...

To be surrounded by the people all the time To be surrounded by the flashing lights all the time...

To have the best of the best, no one ever thought of To have the wealth, no one could ever think of...

Things changed, And one day this dream became a reality

All over the world people were clapping to my songs On the streets people were dancing to my tunes I was surrounded by the people & flashing lights.. I had best of the best & I couldn't have ask for more I was wealthiest person on this earth People would do anything to be with me for a second...

But, in my heart, I was still missing something I was standing alone in the middle of millions I was a poor man, Who was searching for a true love This extraordinary man was worst then an ordinary man I couldn't even think of doing ordinary things...

My voice was lost in the crowed Today, I wish this dream wouldn't been a reality Today, when my wish has been granted and I am surrounded by millions of fans My shouting has no meaning and day & night I make an outcry

Leave me alone... Leave me alone...

© dimple singh

-- Anonymous, May 07, 2003

Answers

A Poem For Michael Jackson Something's telling me, To write once more, So you may comprehend

Why it's not easy, Going through this door, Back to where I've been.

A boy needs help, I blame myself, For not telling of abuse,

And how I fell, In the "pit of hell," From which Jesus set me loose.

A man hurt me, Thirty years ago, I wish I could forget.

Now it's a boy, Fifteen years old, Who I have never met.

Though I was young, And seized in sleep, No will to fight or yell;

The time has come, For secrets I keep, Might save someone from hell

The sins I hide, Eating me inside, Almost killed me in the end,

I thought I died, But found a guide, In Jesus, he's my Friend.

Now for some boy, I seek "The Cross," A life for God to save.

Will I find joy, And at what cost? I never was so brave.

Tears fall down, And hit the floor, For the boy I never met,

With a sound, I can't ignore, Telling of an unpaid debt.

The boy may hate me, For what I do, But the man should be in chains

Maybe he'll see, I've been there too. Who could forsee the pains?

Boy needs a dad, Man needs a son, But something's just don't last.

And it's so sad, When said and done, We do relive our past.

Now doubt and fear, Fills me up, I'm shaking "to the bone."

My Lord is near, This is "His Cup." For me it is unknown.

Take it from me, Don't ask why, Suffer in my place;

Save the boy, then let me die, "A smile on my face."

That "Cup" that's full, Of suffering and pain, May come to you or me;

But no one understands, Like "The Son of Man," Who died on Calvary.

In my Saviour, I will find rest, And healing from the past.

Will I endure, And pass His test? "Who would be first is last."

By Richard Paul Weller (JONAH) jonahmichaels@msn.com

-- Anonymous, November 24, 2003


the other word of that is he was force or pussed by his father,

-- Anonymous, May 14, 2003

i like the poem, but i think that it isn't the feellings of Michael becouse when he was a child, he didn't choose to be a pop star, he was "obligated" by his fahter, (well maybe obligated is not the correct word but i don't find another one).

-- Anonymous, May 07, 2003

i guess he got in to his mood swings again.

-- Anonymous, May 07, 2003

What an awful poem.

-- Michael Jackson (mj@mj.com), May 07, 2003.

Dear Michael,

awful???

But I thought these are your feelings. What ever you may say now but I can see through your eyes and read between your lips. People think that fame is the best thing that could happen to them but it is not true. The best thing that could happen you is find the real love and try to live this life without hurting anyone and trying to be happy, that is not easy. I would request you to search your soul and find out the truth yourself.

Unfortunately, the formating of this poem, when posted, went bizzare. anyways, here it is in the correct format. Thank you for your time and I look forward to hear from you once again.

================= Leave me alone... =================

When I was a child, I always fancy being a star To whom, being a star was more than a dream…

I always wanted to see people clapping to my songs I always waned to see people dancing to my tunes...

To be surrounded by the people all the time To be surrounded by the flashing lights all the time...

To have the best of the best, no one ever thought of To have the wealth, no one could ever think of...

Things changed, And one day this dream became a reality

All over the world people were clapping to my songs On the streets people were dancing to my tunes I was surrounded by the people & flashing lights.. I had best of the best & I couldn't have ask for more I was wealthiest person on this earth People would do anything to be with me for a second...

But, in my heart, I was still missing something I was standing alone in the middle of millions I was a poor man, Who was searching for a true love This extraordinary man was worst then an ordinary man I couldn't even think of doing ordinary things...

My voice was lost in the crowed Today, I wish this dream wouldn't have been a reality Today, when my wish has been granted and I am surrounded by millions of fans My shouting has no meaning and day & night I make an outcry...

Leave me alone... Leave me alone...

© dimple singh

Cheers!

Dimple New Delhi INDIA

-- Anonymous, May 07, 2003



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