Michael, this is for you. :)  I hope you like them, and I hope everyone else will too! <3

Listen...
Where do you think I am?
Am I here?
Where am I?
I am not here, but I am.
I am where the unseen can be realized,
where love means more than it ever did,
where I can comfort the ones who shed tears.
Your cries...
Stay with me,
Please come back,
I miss you.
Your tears,
sweet rivulets of passion,
of sadness,
of bitterness.
Your pain pains me
like this flogging
that will never cease.

Look...
I am not here, but I am.
I am your sun, your clouds, your moon, your stars.
I am your winter, your spring, your summer, your fall.
I am your rain, your hail, your sleet, your snow.
I am your hurricane, your tornado, your volcano.
I am your capricious emotions.

Feel...
I am rough as sand.
I am soft as feathers.
I am hot as fire.
I am cold as ice.
I am numb as stillness.
I am thr rush of movement.
I am as lukewarm as the heart.

Listen...
I am the song,
I am the rhythm,
I am the music, the melody, the harmony.
I am the lyrics.
I am the emotion.
I am the conductor.

So when I am close to you,
I will be your world.
I will be the freedom of your soul,
and the comfort of your dream.
I will be the writer of our story,
and the publisher of our life.

When I am near,
I will be the loving embrace,
so you know you are safe.
I will be the lullaby
so you may find rest.
I will be the heart,
that finally tucks you into angelic silence.

There,
We will be one,
and you will no longer,
have to cry.
I am not here, but I am.
I am here,
in your heart.
The open door
won't let me in without your consent.
Let me in,
and I will speak.
And I know...
You will listen.

~~25 June 2012 - 2:47AM~~

The next two titles are to be read as DATES!! :D


Six25o9
Soar as high as the mountains,
Run as fast as the wind.
Never did we really know
that a physical life would end.

Cry unto a cloudless sky
that suddenly turned gray.
Never did we know
that I would leave this very day.

See as far as the world beyond,
and look into this past.
Maybe it is better
if I'm at peace at last.

Ache this pain unbearable,
and I will pain along.
Unto you, I sing
a lovely, soothing song.

Feel this warmness in your heart,
and I will then rejoice,
Not because of your grieving,
but because you heard my voice.

Dream as though you're alive,
and break free from this snare.
Your soul will fly with mine.
and realize that I'm there.

No matter where you are,
and see to it that's true.
No matter where you are,
I'll be there with you.

You Are Not Alone,
this couldn't be anymore true.
"You Are Not Alone,
For I Am Here With You"

So do not cry for me,
because I am not in pain.
I know there will be a time,
when we'll meet again.

If you still cry for me,
I'll come and you will know
that I am here, when you hear
the song that falls, gently as snow.

Soar as high as the clouds,
and run as fast as the wind.
A Spritual life began.
A Physical life hath end.

...I love you, Michael.
Thank you for everything you've taught me.

"Farewell, My Summer Love,
Farewell..
Michael, I won't forget you..."

~~25 June 2012 - 8:11PM ~~

The final poem, Six13o5, was inspired off June 13, 2005.  It was the day Michael was aquitted of the charges against him.

Six13o5
Spread these wings shaded black apart.
I'm not there, but I know I am free.
My days and nights, dark and dreary,
never to replenish me.

A lack of rest, even now,
and a notion to where of cloudless sky.
Never did I know that
they'd see beyond the lie.

Trust is just a ploy;
a curse disguised in goodness.

Fly away, fly away
the pain that will not heal.
I've now my life,
and I will turn the wheel.

No more shakles and ropes,
no more flogging and screaming.
No more sitting and waiting,
for a day that could've grieving.

But the pain is inescapable,
and the torture is taking toll.

I am free, but not really.
I am not there, but I know I am
this falsely accused, ridiculed,
tortured, hurting man.

Now that I can fly away,
I'll come again, I may.
I'll be back another time,
but it's to be my dying day.

~~28 June 2012 - 3:56AM~~ 

WHOOAAAAAAAAA! :D :D  It'S MICHAEL!!!!!! :D :D :D

-Lydia (who is not responsible for any random act that is commited outside the Michael Jackson Tribute Portrait, Profile: Speechless8, Dot #258,694, and enjoys the number 33 and pasta. ^-^  Thank you and have a great evening! :D)