#michaeljackson
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It's Newport News
It makes you dance
Bill Bailey
And the moon walks
from sweet Virginia
never from Neverland
Bill Bailey
The first flight
In Apollo
blew up the night
Bill Bailey
Call it what you want
You can't walk on the moon
without the backslide
Bill Bailey
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
.... I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man,
& this is not an attack, or any other act of aggression,
this is not an insinuation or malicious accusation,
no need for Mesereau to get an acquittal through vindication,
because the fact is, I still love you, Mr. Michael Jackson,
& I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real,
never meant to make your daughter cry,
I apologize a trillion times,
now I’m Outkast, self banished myself like Lauryn Hill,
so Leave Me Alone, I told you I’m sorry Ms. Jackson,
& if truth be told, I still love you Mr. Jackson,
I still love you Michael Jackson,
& I’ll tell you what I think happened,
I think you were robbed of your childhood when young,
& your whole life you only wished to have one,
so you could feel safe enough to play & have fun,
& the only way to ever have the childhood you never had,
was to create your own sanctum paradise & call it Neverland,
with a ferris wheel carousel fairies trains giraffes & elephants,
your own fairytale so you’d never have to grow up, Peter Pan,
& you were so pure & kind & innocent,
& you really just wanted to play,
but over assumptive suspicious judgmental perverse minds,
made accusations called you strange & put you on display,
there is nothing worse than false accusations,
placed on an innocent man in an abrasive way, ...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #27 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Michael Jackson sang Billy Jean
Made the audience swoon and preen
There his hands stood
Dare he knocks on wood
A grab of crotch departs of his gene
Logan Robertson
8/20/2018
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
a cheeky ****
she wooed me heart
an' fain 'twould see me face
“A glimpse dear sir
of thy fair visage sir,
a glimpse but to inspire.”
yet when she saw
the pic i sent
she thought i had
expired
for the cheeky tarts...
pic poem
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/264799.jpg?1488039673
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
When is your lavender infusion enough for serving to guests, combustible enough for the summer months, could it make us invincible to poverty? It made Jackson ******* paint the future with sticks, and made Mike Jackson fill a house with unofficially adopted toddlers and children, maybe it’ll make us go out on a limb, we could chill it with ice cubes and serve it with lemon. I’m not sure if it’s the lavender talking or the infusion you see, but it might take several hours until the simple syrup can be poured into our lemonade drink.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Chilling but can’t rest,
it’s chilling to know nothing lasts,
living in the most beautiful nightmare,
making peace with the demons in my night terrors,
still trippin’ on the man in the mirror,
lost a bid in an auction for a Michael Jackson self portrait,
made 10 times profit at the same time from BitCoin investment,
best way to describe me is a mix of emotions I guess,
getting texts from Budapest,
my favorite Lover telling me to get some rest,
it’s 5:45pm there and 3:45am here,
I’m in Sydney and she’s in Budapest,
I’m up all alone Down Under,
doing shows putting my emotions in prose,
had a show tonight where I spilled my soul,
right there on stage I’m such a clumsy muse,
but I digress,
still depressed that I’m not more famous,
even though I’m known as one of the most known wordsmiths,
writing my words in verses that are almost perfect,
found a way describe our vibes in a way that’s well worded,
my poems are more known than me,
people know my name but not my face,
been read over a million times,
still only have around a thousand friends,
still few really know me,
even though my words are read by many including you,
which is kinda like,
liking someone for what they are not who they are,
note to one's self,
if you really love someone take the time to get to know them,
was asked what famous is,
answered by saying it’s when,
more people have heard of you than you’ve heard of,
well if that’s the criteria I guess I’m famous then,
and now that I am,
I have to be careful to not let fame become obsession,
or I might go on the same road as Michael,
Michael Jackson,
light my hair on fire then die all alone,
from an overdose of pain killer prescriptions,
yes I guess I’m famous now,
or at least my words are,
because over a million poem have read my poems,
but I’d say I’m more of a planet than a star,
anyways I definitely don’t have a million friends,
only 1300 to be exact if you check my Facebook stats,
1300 real ones that know I’ve got their backs,
and that my friend is a fact,
because “I only accept friend requests,
from people I know in real life.”,
that’s a message you’d get from me,
if you requested to be my friend and don’t actually know me,
anyways where were we?
And why am I write this diatribe?
It’s now 4:00am,
my mind is wandering my words are rambling,
and I need to get some sleep,
because everything’s starting to feel extra strange,
chilling but can’t rest,
it’s chilling to know nothing lasts,
living in the most beautiful nightmare,
making peace with the demons in my night terrors…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
I tell them
what I feel
words cant explain
just heart can do
michael jackson's song is playing in my head
they with me
so im not alone
it's easy, the echo speaks
the lamps of the town are radiant
but you more
And I see you for the millionth of times
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
As this black day is here
We all feel his presence near
All his fans coming together to give love
He is flying above, with wings of a dove
His halo is bright
Although, we try to stay strong with all our might
Remembering his beautiful smile
We all stop and stare for a while
Today we honor a true King
And together we shall sing
The void is impossible to fill
Your legacy lives on still
I know your up above looking down
So we promise to smile, instead of frown
Our love for you will never end
For that, our hearts will mend
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
My mission in life is not too complex
It isn't to cause hate, nor is it to impress
It's quite simple, but only if you see it the right way
I try achieving this goal every single day
It's right when they say this world's too small for hate
It saddens me when peace is disrupted among a country or a state
So I try to start small but make an impact big
To get a smile on that face; Oink Oink I'm a pig
A smile on that face is the prettiest thing in this world
It will handle any object your life has hurled
Happiness is contagious; it gives everyone a reason to smile
It speaks volumes about you; way more than your resume file
To make someone smile or get someone's heart burst with joy
Is something I'd do in a jiffy without being joy
So get ready for this ball of happiness, it's coming to you
Together lets change this world and give it something new
So put a smile on someone's face and just see the satisfaction you get
It's like freeing an animal from a cage or a net
It loosens your burdens and makes you feel lighter
How do you think some are cured of cancer? Medicines? No no...Their smiles are the real fighter
So get rid of this negativity cavity
And spread around the positivity
So heal the world and make it a better place
Life is a group activity, not an individual race...
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
In our darkest hour
In my deepest despair
Will you still care?
Will you be there?
In my trials and my tribulations
Through our doubts and frustrations
In my violence
In my turbulence
Through my fear and my confessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I'll never let you part
For you're always in my heart.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Billie Jean is not my lover.
My dear neither are you.
I can't get over The Way You Make Me Feel.
There is nothing I can do.
If only things were Black or White,
I might not be confused.
I Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'.
Boy you're giving my the blues.
Can't you see I'm a Pretty Young Thing?
Just Give In to Me.
Surely you see I'm a Supafly Sister.
Why You Wanna Trip On Me?
Maybe it's just my Human Nature.
Maybe I'm just Too Young.
Everybody's Somebody's Fool.
Just hope I'm not your one.
I just want you to Hold My Hand,
But I guess it's Much Too Soon.
It's just that you give me Butterflies.
Now I want to Rock With You.
You might think that it's Dangerous,
So you might want to be Just Good Friends.
But I think we should Come Together.
I'd be the best Girlfriend!
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC