Please Note:
I have said little on this subject so far and was unsure of how to write about it, so I chose to write a sort of poem/dialouge about it. This is not meant to be a work of art, I did it just now to show how I truly feel about the situation without trying to edit it to make it sound clever or polished. This is straight from the heart, just as I believe it should be.

I hope you enjoy.

He Taught Us Well

Beat the violence, heal the world

His message wrapped within each passing rhythm

He gave us his all and asked for nothing back.

He opened the worlds eyes and softened their hearts

And in that time, a time of judgement, a time of anger

The world stood still, to hear his voice above the crowd.

He taught us well.



He would open his heart to us and show us love beyond all else

And we in turn, followed him and whispered his message throughout time

Our whispers would spread and grow stronger like the current returning to the sea;

He taught us well.



Even those who chose to try and lower his voice and bury his love into the ground...

Could not stand up to what we knew was an honest soul

Within our tears and smiles

Within our laughs and screams

Within our love and faith

He taught us well.



So do not bow your heads or fall on trembling knees just yet

Does death mean the end to the message?

Does death end the love that triumphed hate?

Does death end the faith that overcame all else?

He was but the voice of the message that we burned into our hearts



He taught us well.

Now let’s teach the world.


His message.

Our message.

Goodbye, Michael Jackson.

...And Thank You.