Micheal Jackson History from 1958 - 2009 ? Statue Of Jackson

Michael, She Wrote

Sweet, Precious Michael Jackson was filled with love

Who has been sent down to Earth like a dove

No matter what, we can’t shut him out

Healing the world and making a change are what he’s about

Everything that Michael say turn out to be true

But because of his giving love, his dreams grew

Many people really adored him so dearly

And others really don’t know him and judged him unclearly

They never did care about seeing him succeed

But If he was living, he wouldn’t want to let this be

All that he has done, he did it all for a reason

And on his birthday, we’d declared “Michael Jackson Day” for the new season

There’s no need to compare him to our Lord and Savior

Michael had been touched by God with a message for to deliver

It’s true that nobody understands and know him

But the fans knew and understands Michael Jackson

A voice yelling in my ear saying, “Forget Michael Jackson!”

“Stop crying for him because he’s not risen!”

I said, “No, I’ll never forget Michael Jackson!”

“I don’t care what others say, I won’t hide my love from him!”

Like Aaliyah said, his love is one in a million

Although I never met him but I love him, screw people’s opinion

Within my heart he’s been tattooed when he had sung his last note

And that’s why my poem is entitled Michael, She Wrote.

A Remembrance of the Black Ribbon

Ever since Our Michael, our beloved icon, the black pants softened

With the way he grooves from the top to the bottom.

Its legs were perfectly made into a ribbon with leather shoes

And it’s symbol of Michael, as the one God choose.

Being a Moonwalker,

As he discovered his childhood,

Michael made a second promise,

That withholds real good:

"Never again will the pants be worn

To be fitted tighter enough to be tied but never torn

Smooth, soft, silky with all its glory

As a symbol to remember the legacy of Victory.

The pants will have softest touch

Being wrapped

And it’s wearable as a ribbon of remembrance,

Of a pop star.

All who see it,

Will think of me,

A symbol to heal the world,

As I have the cure for many.

Loved and remembered

This ribbon will be

An awareness to all,

Of my legacy."

The Golden Child

A voice on an Angel made Mother Katherine know,

That Michael was born in Gary, Indiana, a small town;

The Jacksons were fruitful as they began to grow

Where the sparkles of stars has been found.

On his right hand was a white glove that glitters

And an Angelic voice sounded sweet as he sings.

All of us since then proclaim and declare,

That he is the world's greatest Pop King.

On Planet Earth he has been working day and night

To those who believed and adored him as their own.

The news was spread which caused stressful strife;

They tried to make Michael disown.

In Heaven, He is resting and dancing now for us;

At the pearly gate he'll be there to greet those who trust.

In Loving Memory

Michael Jackson

1958-2009

Beautiful

An angel has come and gone

And still shared a lovable bond

He is very powerful like flashes of lightning

With an iconic style that is very beautifying

He is like an apple that everyone wanted to take a bite

And he is so real as the king of the night

His hair is wild and soft like midnight silk

With skin so smooth that looked like coconut milk

The way he smelled it’s sweet like sweet cologne of incense

Who has been showered with God’s precious fragrance

He is truly gorgeous like an Easter Lily

And so pure just like the Christ who is our Lily of the Valley

As I see Michael, all I see is nothing but his face of love

A strong love that fits tightly like his signature white glove

His mother’s love flourished him with grace of purity

And he was born with God-given style of luxury

This man whom I referring to is Angel Michael Jackson

The one who has filled my heart with love and so much passion

Like King Solomon, he is based on wisdom and vanity

And for Michael, I honored his royal majesty

Michael Jackson, King of Pop, kind and gentle

You are always and will be Beautiful!!!!

This Is It

The king of pop has just took his bow for his final curtain call

And his name is already a hieroglyphic stains all over the wall

Thereby of being gone too soon from now

He has done enough as he have took his final bow

No matter what he will remain as an Angel of Light

And like Timothy, He has fought a good fight

We still had him even though he has gone too soon

But now he’s in glory dancing on the pale moon

Having him gone to a better place has left us all being hurt

As we continue hearing his voice reciting his poem Planet Earth

Everything that he has already accomplished is over and done

And that when the world of change has finally begun

He was family, inspiration, and the world’s greatest icon

And with that in mind, he will always be number one

He is most like God that love us all so much more and not less

For he has already passed the test of time by proving that he’s the Best

I have never could have known that he would be an American dream

So much more than a beautiful, benevolent king that was painted on the scene

We, the fans, will be the one to uphold the chronicles of HIStory

That will always be the main book of love that is based on his legacy

In his heart, he will always be Peter Pan

And the reflection of the mirror he was the man

He has overcame his life throughout his trials and tribulations

Although he has been masked far beyond his revelations

As we do this in remembrance with the candles lit

Here’s to our inspirational icon when he finally said his last word:

“This Is It."

In Loving Memory:

Michael Joseph Jackson

1958 - 2009

Mother by: Michael Jackson

Mother by: Michael Jackson

Eons of time I've been gestating

To take a form been hesitating

From the unmanifest this cosmic conception

On this earth a fantastic reception

And then one fateful August morn

From your being I was born

With tender love you nurtured a seed

To your own distress you paid no heed

Unmindful of any risk and danger

You decided upon this lonely stranger
Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky

Glittering birds that fly on high

Out of fragments you've made my whole

From the elements you fashioned my soul

Mother dear, you gave me life

Because of you, no struggle or strife

You gave me joy and position

Cared for me without condition

And if I ever change the world

It's from the emotions you've unfurl'd

Your compassion is so sweet and dear

Your finest feelings I can hear

I can sense your faintest notion

The wondrous magic of your love potion

And now that I have come so far

Met with every king and czar

Encountered every color and creed

Of every passion, every greed

I go back to that starry night

With not a fear for muscle or might

You taught me how to stand and fight

For every single wrong and right

Every day without a hold

I will treasure what you've mold

I will remember every kiss

Your sweet words I'll never miss

No matter where I go from here

You're in my heart, my mother dear.