a king dies
I am watching the news right now and in sharp black and white the words Micheal Jackson Dead are looking back at me. I am in shock and in silent pain as the King of Pop has passed away and left us. This post won't be the neatest nor the wittiest because I really have no want to even write now. I was just listening to his music two or three days ago and I was so excited, dancing and jamming away to Remember the Time and Rock my World, smiling and saying that no one could ever entertain like MJ. It is creepy but that's evanescent -- the fact that he is gone is what remains.
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I want to cry but it feels so surreal and I am not sure whether if I'm jaded by society and everything that has happened -- Carradine's suicide, Ledger's death -- or if I am just hoping that Jackson suddenly moonwalks out of the UCLA heath center and smiles eerily, surprising everyone.
I don't care what people say , I do not care if they think he molested children, I do not care if he did. It has nothing to do with his talent, with his title as best entertainer in the world. He invented the moonwalk, popularized the robot, made music that no one else can even dare to touch and replicate. A great portion of music, if not music's embodiment, has left...and it hurts.
Was I a huge fan of him? When I was little, yes. My dad would get me to do anything he wanted, be it to eat my vegetables or pick up my toys, with teases of him calling Michael Jackson via the phone. I had videos of him, I had a crush on him, I didn't care if he had betrayed his black community by trying ever so hard to be white, I loved him. Do I love him now? Not as much. That infatuation had been put to rest along with the stuffed animals and pink toddler dresses, and elementary math books. But I still admire him.
And always will....
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. You may have been stressed out here, you may have been ridiculed here, but you can rest in peace and know that we love you and you will not be forgotten. You are the only King of Pop. The incarnate of great music.
Amen.
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I want to cry but it feels so surreal and I am not sure whether if I'm jaded by society and everything that has happened -- Carradine's suicide, Ledger's death -- or if I am just hoping that Jackson suddenly moonwalks out of the UCLA heath center and smiles eerily, surprising everyone.
I don't care what people say , I do not care if they think he molested children, I do not care if he did. It has nothing to do with his talent, with his title as best entertainer in the world. He invented the moonwalk, popularized the robot, made music that no one else can even dare to touch and replicate. A great portion of music, if not music's embodiment, has left...and it hurts.
Was I a huge fan of him? When I was little, yes. My dad would get me to do anything he wanted, be it to eat my vegetables or pick up my toys, with teases of him calling Michael Jackson via the phone. I had videos of him, I had a crush on him, I didn't care if he had betrayed his black community by trying ever so hard to be white, I loved him. Do I love him now? Not as much. That infatuation had been put to rest along with the stuffed animals and pink toddler dresses, and elementary math books. But I still admire him.
And always will....
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. You may have been stressed out here, you may have been ridiculed here, but you can rest in peace and know that we love you and you will not be forgotten. You are the only King of Pop. The incarnate of great music.
Amen.