Day One caught me walking by
this two-story townhouse with redwood shutters
paint shrivelled badly on its old grey walls
a yellow street dog barked for a meal
front door opened
from behind beige
My humble homage to the deeply inspirational music and poetry of Michael Joseph Jackson cannot be expressed but through his own words. Here is some of what he told us:
\"What have we done to the
a tall wise man once said to me,
‘I’ll help you grow spiritually’
the moon was high
he raised his eyes
to greet her
Praise only God and love, I said
for fear that he would go mad
when facing
from this friendship I’ve learned that
these things count
in no particular order
you could want to know 10 times more
about someone you’ve never seen
than about someone you’ve seen 10
for Chris McCandless
even the starvin’ bear won’t eat me now
says the lil’ joker inside
I am poisonous
the higher up I get in my head
dear Ron
the more I try to crank my heart up
but it
man with a crying child in his lap
empathically meets the hollow eye sockets of the mother
who stole your sight, he asks
that embryo you’re holding, she hollers
and makes the woods
when he plays
music notes gather on top of tiny hills
above his nose
then slowly slide
amused
down the valley of his chin
onto his supple violin
when he inhales
he fills his nostrils up
His back against His heavy, wooden cross
beautiful strands hanging, soaking wet
He’s cold. Bruised flesh, nails piercing through His soul
He thinks of me, and then He gasps for air.
I’ve done
when i first saw you i saw a light
coming out of your chest
your eyes have something in them
have no idea what
i’m pretty soft-spoken soft-hearted
an introvert
with you i see angels
not only
from all the bells he tolls this is the most rusty one
and its hoarse voice echoes in the chapel
he broke the holy song into a thousand pieces
and they called for his lips
My reality is that of domesticated people
on their well masticated lunches
who have every right to remain silent
in between morsels heated up in the microwave oven
and yet they don’t
they keep
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