This marks the anniversary of 5 years since Michael Jackson passed. Yes, he lived a weird lifestyle. However, his music was just wonderful.
Gone too soon
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I've been listening to him all day.
Wow, 5 years!! Time passes so quick. I remember hearing it on the news, hot summer evening.
I saw that, and couldn't believe it's been 5 years.
In April, it was 20 years since Kurt Cobain moved on. That made me feel very old.
In April, it was 20 years since Kurt Cobain moved on. That made me feel very old.
The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
5 years? Wow, I'd never have thought it was that long ago.
Beat it is one of my favorite songs ever. I'm not his biggest fan but he was good at times.
Beat it is one of my favorite songs ever. I'm not his biggest fan but he was good at times.
Thriller Michael Jackson
who traveled far. Sing now in heaven,
dance amongst the stars.
who traveled far. Sing now in heaven,
dance amongst the stars.
Yes, I miss the legendary Michael Jackson as well. I'm glad you posted this. He was out of this world talented !
Doesn't seem like 5 years.Gone way to soon.
...his "new" material is some of the best in a long time...
...Kudos to JT, for a great bit of work on this vid...
...Kudos to JT, for a great bit of work on this vid...
Also Farrah Fawcett has been gone five years as well.
I did love me some MJ. I was one of those kids that waxed the floor and learned how to moonwalk in socks.
Like him or not, there wasn't a better song-and-dance man.
I watched his memorial service in real time on the internet. Queen Latifa read a poem that Maya Angelou wrote for him, and it made me cry big wet splashy tears.
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We Had Him
By Maya Angelou
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 walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are 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, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.
We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant 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 Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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You can watch video of it here: Maya Angelou’s Poem About Michael Jackson: ‘We Had Him’ - MTV
I wonder what I would need to accomplish in my life for Maya Angelou to be aware of me and notice my passing? I adore her...
******************************************
We Had Him
By Maya Angelou
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 walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are 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, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.
We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant 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 Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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You can watch video of it here: Maya Angelou’s Poem About Michael Jackson: ‘We Had Him’ - MTV
I wonder what I would need to accomplish in my life for Maya Angelou to be aware of me and notice my passing? I adore her...
Not to go off-topic too far, but I wonder if anyone wrote a poem for Maya Angelou's passing...going to check.
Not finding anything so far but her grandson did read from one of her own poems at her memorial service.
Not finding anything so far but her grandson did read from one of her own poems at her memorial service.
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When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humors.
I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable to accept the death of anyone else.
I find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that country of no return.
Disbelief becomes my close companion, and anger follows in its wake.
I answer the heroic question 'Death, where is thy sting? ' with ' it is here in my heart and mind and memories.'
Maya Angelou
...her own words would be incredibly appropriate...
This is my favorite Michael Jackson. Always a butt-lifter from a chair onto the dance floor.
Even if you weren't a fan in general it's hard to think of anybody I've ever met my age who didn't at least love the "Thriller" video
As I grew older I stuck more to hard rock but one of the first cassette tapes I ever had as a younger kid was Mike's "Bad" album. I played that thing over and over.
R.I.P
As I grew older I stuck more to hard rock but one of the first cassette tapes I ever had as a younger kid was Mike's "Bad" album. I played that thing over and over.
R.I.P