"blackstar" poems
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
Sing our songs among the stars and and walk our dances across the face of the moon
In the instant we learn that Michael is gone we know nothing
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides
With the abrupt absence of our treasure
Though we our many, each of us is achingly alone
Piercingly alone
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him
He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance
Despite the anguish of life he was sheathed in mother love and family love and survived and did more than that
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style
We had him
Whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his
We had him
Beautiful, delighting our eyes
He raked his hat slant over his brow and took a pose on his toes for all of us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing
He gave us all he had been given
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Blackstar Square, in Johannesburg, in Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama and Birmingham England, we are missing Michael Jackson
But we do know that we had him
And we are the world.
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
What is a Blackstar?
Is it you or me? Is it we?
I think it's much more than Mos Def and Talib Kweli.
It's what we can be with unity.
They are turning us against one another, but won't fool me.
What is a Blackstar?
Is it the folks on the corner?
Shining from the things they sold there.
Fleeing the scene when the blue and red lights flash.
Knowing they have more strikes than the batter at the plate.
What is a Blackstar?
The astronomy? is it the Milky way?
The formation of a star to cross or be in line?
The explosion that creates a tragedy,
Destroying mor than different galaxies.
What is a Blackstar?
Is it the church going man who's an educated ****
Spitting game at the club that saturday night
To make you, the woman, his wife for that moment.
Hoping you awake by his side, but you find him missing.
What is a Blackstar?
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
15 years and 331 days and counting,
A month from 16 with anticipation mounting.
He came a long way from a sort of outcast,
He knew with faith and persistence the pain never lasts.
Even with a camp surrounding him with company,
He knows there is something missing.
The very thing he needed he had searched for so many years,
Was a loving comfort outside of his peers.
He felt his luck was always in the slumps,
Which pushed him to follow the beat of his own drum.
But the more upset he was he was given the notion,
That he has to gain more control of his emotions.
But one event that turned his life around,
Was the sound of his head pounding the ground.
Even though he still does his rights and wrongs,
He thanks God everyday for the strength to go on.
And with that strength he learned to forgive and forget,
Because he is now blessed with intelligence and wit.
He is thankful for family and friends that watched him grow,
Thank God he is this close to 16 years old!
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 9:38 PM UTC
Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried, on the edge of his mortality.
He arose into the mist
Of an ordinary morning
And there was a pause, a cease of existence
A spaceman on the moon tonight
An epitaph for the ages
A smile plastered on pages
Of aging kings and moon phases
We will fall into the Blackstar, a **** in our universe
Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place and bravely cried, the ascension of immortality.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
He saw me looking,
He smiled,and for a moment I was the young untainted flower.
Never been touched and seeing the world for the first time.
He felt it,
It was undeniable,so pristine,
Drawn to each other we were.
He was my sweet, tall,pure dark piece of awesomeness,
And yes I gave in,
I caved,
I had fallen.
He told me I finally defined clarity,
That I was his blackStar,
With his sultry voice,I believed.
I was lost but yet found,
Euphoria.
Reality had nothing on me.
A flower I was,
Him the water that kept me beautiful as ever.
Then he said it,
I did not believe it,
He said it again,
This time I heard it right.
The pain,
The hurt
The anguish.
It crumbled.
"No it's not you,it's me."
He said.
"I'm sorry"
He said.
the Salty liquid took its course,
"It's okay" I said.
But why?
Why?
I licked my wound like the wounded Animal I was.
I healed,and was reborn,
And now am on it AGAIN,like it never happened.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
" ******* up eyes and ******* down hairdo."
Acceptance
Hunky Dory
" It's the freakiest show."
Clairvoyance
The Next Day
" As Long As There's Sun, As Long As There's Rain."
Hope
Aladdin sane
"Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man."
Diverse
Young Americans
" His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race."
Peace
Station to station
"Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere"
Believing
Diamond dogs
"When you rock 'n' roll with me. No one else I'd rather be."
Love
Low
"Sometimes you get so lonely, Sometimes you get nowhere."
Individuality
Pin ups
"Let me hold your hand and be your loving man"
Security
Earthling
"There's nothing in our eyes, as lonely as a moon."
Afraid
Scary Monsters (And super creeps)
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too. I've loved all I've needed love."
Loss
Lets dance
"If you say run, I'll run with you."
Escape
The man who sold the world
" Oh no, Not me. I never lost control."
Regret
Labyrinth
"How you turn my world, you precious thing."
Imagination
Heroes
" We can be Heroes. Just for one day."
Heroic
Hours
"I guess we lived it out. Something in the air. We smiled too fast."
Missed
Blackstar
" Look up here, I’m in heaven, I’ve got scars that can’t be seen."
Satisfaction
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Oh! You Pretty Thing
First time I saw you I thought Watch That Man
I really wish he'd Rock N Roll with me All Nite
because he looks like he's coming straight out of 1985.
Unfortunately It Ain't Easy since you already got this China Girl
but Where Are We Now? We made some Changes
and finally Here Comes The Night we'll be turning down the lights
covered in Ziggy Stardust, Dancing In The Streets, I never felt so right.
I'm a Rebel Rebel living on a Blackstar
you say Love Is Lost and just like you I Can't Give Everything Away
but I now that All The Young Dudes ain't got a thing on you
right now I'm in the Quicksand and can't find a way through.
I'll be your Lady Stardust, you'll be my Starman
we can be Heroes just for one night, or we can be us just for one day
so come on, let's go rattle the stars
And, maybe, in Five Years
we'll discover if there really is Life on Mars?
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
I’m sorry, that I’m twisted and full of rage, I’m sorry, that I’m dark and full of blackness in my heart I attack you like a monster, even tho we both know we didn’t meant to hurt each other,
I’m sorry that I was a heartless ******* I’m sorry that I couldn’t treat you like a queen. My heart has gone to the blackness, I maybe a kind soul to you, but the star reveals the truth about myself the left eye of the blackstar that I kept from my queen.
I’m sorry, I was cruel, I’m sorry, for everything my love
I marked my own left eye to treasure all the darkness that was inside my heart, the memories of my personal life, the memories of a star that turned black, I can control my disease, I am a blackstar
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
A great mind departs into the winter's night-sky
wreaths and shrines adorning the ground where he may lie
died doing what he done best, knowing his time had come
now he traverses the stars with Ziggy and Major Tom
sitting in his tin can far above the likes of you and me
gazing upon our world through tears, alas now he's free -
wanted eagles in his daydreams, diamonds in his eyes
escaping the black side of reality he so very much despised
['Look up here man I'm in danger
I've got nothing left to lose.']
carried away upon a tidal wave of fame
albums meant nothing 'cause they'll sell again,
defying sexuality, pioneering the glam-rock scene
achieving goals only the common man can dream
['Ground control to Major Tom -
your circuit's dead, there's something wrong!']
now his voice is followed by the chilling whisper of death,
sang to the end with his very last breath
body failing but soul very much alive
empty silence filled with his hazy cosmic jive -
and yes, years will pass from this day, but we will never forget who you are
farewell Ziggy Stardust
our brilliant shining Blackstar.
AJ
["I'm happy... hope you're happy too..."]
RIP David Bowie
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Hot tears, streaming down cheeks
like raindrops hitting
on spaceship windows,
just before it leaves this world,
and all it's thin white worry;
Even Lazarus must have counted
the ticking of the clock,
just as his soul imploded
inside the crux of a blackstar;
He blindfolded himself
so we would not see what he saw,
and he never knew the people
he made weep,
but they understood him.
-Jamie F. Nugent
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Poems, bars: people, stars
Eyes lookin' Life on Mars
Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar
Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar
No time for jokers cause I keep it Nightwing
Fly 'til early morning, next day, coda, swinging
Pendulum, swift; please acknowledge the kid,
even though he skinny like Syd
What a future: even if it Odd
Grimace in my face like I'm General Zod
But I keep it Clark Kent with the moral sentiment
Merriment when I'm flying over all Metropolis
Heaven sent? God bless. Still stressed.
Still flex. Morning breath. Kinda fresh
I guess with your skin under your dress-
aaaaah, where was I again?
Are we having fun anymore?
Not really? We still friends?
I'm sorry we not talking anymore.
Sorry, who are you?
Voice to void to void the void
annoyed but buoyed by white noise
helps to take the fact that there no point
as given, what difference with man with boy
he toys with himself with eyes closed
eyes opened: it's the same, she broiled
and her breath fuzzed like... white noise
fizz-fizz, hiss-kiss.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC