Thursday, July 9, 2009

I will always remember you Michael Jackson

On that fateful day 25 June 2009, the whole world was shaken by the shock news that Michael Jackson had passed away from a cardiac arrest.

The world grieved in pain for the loss of a music giant. He had many beautiful songs. Amongst which, "Heal the World" and "You are not alone" are my favorite as I love Ballad. Through these lyrics, one could not but feel his very sensitive inner self. A versatile songwriter, singer and performer, he was. Who could have forgotten his fast-paced number "Beat it" and his famous moonwalk. His endless philanthropic deeds speak volumes of his kindness and generosity in giving back to the society.

Despite his music success, he had a controversial life after he suffered second-degree burn during a Pepsi concert, further aggravated by a rare skin disorder. The court cases against him had caused much pain and angst in the gentle soul. In the latter part of his life, he suffered from severe insomnia.

Now that he is gone, may he rest in peace.

As what Maya Angelou aptly titled poem "We Had Him", I am glad the world had him.

Maya Angelou's poem in tribute for Michael Jackson's public Memorial on Tuesday, "We Had Him":

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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