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They seem to love or hate him,
Depending on what they've heard about him.
I feel so very different from both and yet so agreeing,
Do I love him?
Or do I hate him?
Yes.
Both.
I went back to the house, while nobody was there,
With a pencil and paper in hand.
Lying on the bed that had once been his,
I began to write.
Fantastic stories of ghosts and kings,
Powerful maestros and weak links,
Of course, the star of every story was him,
Assuming one identity, only to trade it for the next.
I came to call him, "The Man Who Has Lived a Thousand Lives,"
Even though he had only one heartbreakingly short one.
I love him, for his sweet and giving personality, his childlike nature, and rightfully placed heart of gold,
And I hate him for his easily manipulated ways and stubbornness when push came to shove.
It's easy to see the world in black and white.
But gray?
I've always believed in gray.
Do you?
Depending on what they've heard about him.
I feel so very different from both and yet so agreeing,
Do I love him?
Or do I hate him?
Yes.
Both.
I went back to the house, while nobody was there,
With a pencil and paper in hand.
Lying on the bed that had once been his,
I began to write.
Fantastic stories of ghosts and kings,
Powerful maestros and weak links,
Of course, the star of every story was him,
Assuming one identity, only to trade it for the next.
I came to call him, "The Man Who Has Lived a Thousand Lives,"
Even though he had only one heartbreakingly short one.
I love him, for his sweet and giving personality, his childlike nature, and rightfully placed heart of gold,
And I hate him for his easily manipulated ways and stubbornness when push came to shove.
It's easy to see the world in black and white.
But gray?
I've always believed in gray.
Do you?
Literature
MUSIC AND YOU
dedicated to Michael Jackson
Last night
You smiled.
You came to me, opened your arms.
I let you hold me, hold me
Last night you smiled at me.
I cried.
You smiled.
You held me tight, I closed my eyes.
You let me feel you alive, again
I cried.
You smiled at me.
And then I whispered in your ear:
YOU
CAN
CHANGE
THE FUTURE
You smiled and whispered back:
CAN YOU?...
And now
I wave to all those years
Ive tried to do what you have done
And say good bye
To music
And you
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One Day
One Day
If I had one day with you
Would you let me stare at you the whole 24 hours?
Would you let me stay in silence and just lose myself in you?
I wonder; would you find me weird if I'd do?
If I would not even blink;
If I would forget to breathe;
If I would not eat or drink;
If all I would do was stare at you.
If I had one day with you
I would want to look at you
I would want the world stop spinning
And the people quiet, still
Nothing bothering my dreaming;
Nothing bothering my view;
Nothing to disturb you.
So tell me dear,
If I had just one day with you
Would you let me spend it foolishly?
Not hearing your voice or findin
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luv this still of MJ