CODA ?
Music is poetry set to a melody.
Your music was the poetry of a world in harmony.
A superconductor to the soundtrack of so many lives.
Though the source is no longer live…
A reverberant hum multiplies.
Real music never dies, so there will always be light in your eyes…
Hey M.J.,
Remember the tme that video premiered on prime time tv?
It stuck in my head for more than a week.
Gave courage to ask a girl for her hand,
And-When dismissed, like you, spun and turned to sand.
Went on to jam. Found all those grainy pieces of myself
And found, or stumbled upon a fond peace within myself.
Whenever something beat me down, I’d beat it back
With an attack that stopped it in its 45 or 8 track.
When I asked why, and caught loves eye
You told me that it was human nature to want to take a bite.
A Bronx Comma Big Apple Boy
I wouldn’t Trade that core at the Center of the World
Were it for a serpents s-s-s-slight.
So many sides of a story, some do, all for naught.
Some don’t avoid the war faught.
Some in the middle still feel the onslaught.
It’s an Earth song.
A battleground planet that hangs in the balance.
A held note, not quite whole.
It asks what about us?
Well? In God we all trust but the answer is that
They don’t really care about us.
Fans of imaginings that felt like full length feature films.
High-pitched voices chilled by the smile on the face of a nightmare thriller- zombie thing.
Smooth criminal, coming only to comfort Annie, not to plunder.
The blood on the dancefloor and the bloodstains on the carpet an inconvenient damning blunder.
I don’t know about you but I’ll be there.
The relentless, hopeful yet hopeless lover.
At least ‘till she’s out of my life and into another.
So M.J.,
As you sit back and retire, rock in recreation as we rock with you.
We’ll take the pressure and still scream for you.
Night or day, black or white whatever form re-creates you…
We can still grasp just a little bit of you
And try and heal the world too.
Inspired by Lisa Francis
Dedicated To Michael Jackson
Written By Damon Francis
July 2010