Monday, June 29, 2009

Clapping (4 Michael)


first off, I know that most people on earth have been effected either negatively or
positively by this man.

I wrote this to express my subjective opinion on how I feel about his untimely death.


There is a Roger Bonair-Agard quote that inspired me to start this that goes
"His blood is on all our hands" (about Michael Jackson)...





Clapping (4 Michael) by IL. Subliminal



1)
When two hands clasp, embrace,
the friction secretes energy,
Ki’s of heat opening potential
we might have historically harnessed
in ancient sands of
Imhotep mastery,
but now we,
people Black camped
concentrate on consumption,
constipating in reverse.
We hardly know no trade.
We hardly trade no barter.
We mostly wait on couches,
potato baked,
suckling a tubes glass gland,
milking maternal materialism.

2)
Michael was an angel,
with Genitalia,
that he pulled, a lot,
while performing.
Possessed by the spotlight.
Stripping revolutionary,
rotate walking on satellites police only waxed
wanting weeded transmutation
they will never wave-
winged like he
held households,
waning.

3)
Energy never disappears,
never dissipates,
only diverts direction,
even inadvertedly inverse.
Vacuums,
holed hurricanes,
tornado eyes all excrete
extreme implosive circumstance
because of
negatively enforced inertia.

4)
Michael was an angel,
with clipped wings.
The only blues man to ever have his soul
cross-roaded
without his say so.
There is always a reason,
a carrot string,
pulling toward the third railroading
6 train
tracking the ultimate con.
What if the confidence was placed
by
a child’s love,
a child’s need for acceptance,
belonging,
to a family heroine syringe roped to the sound of
audience appreciation?


5)
“Childhood has become the great casualty of modern living,
all around us we are producing scores of kids,
who have not had the joy,
who have not been afforded the right,
who have not been allowed the freedom
of knowing what its like to be a kid.”

In 2001,
Michael Jackson said this to a very quiet
and attentive Oxford audience
after which of course,
they clapped.



{THIS IS THE SPEECH WHERE HE SAID THIS}










this is how I want to remember Mr. Jackson.

Be peaceful (I hope you watched these and listened).

2 comments:

J.O. said...

added a link to your blog on my blog.

whattup il?

BrettZett said...

Thanks for sharing this Sharrieff. I really love that 3rd stanza. I keep saying it over, it feels and sounds so good. Thanks for the poem.