Mystyc Poems: Urban Disaster Of Words!

The King is dead?
The King is dead?
Spread the word the King is dead!
Are you happy?
You killed him with your words in his head
With what is BLACK and WHITE and RED all over,
With inks, with tapes and headlines screaming “Molester!”
He was BAD
He was Dangerous
Shamone,he was Invincible to you
Fuck around with him get Moonwalked to hell and fester
The walking dead with a pretty face and childish grace
Point you out as a sinner
Shut me up and move on
Oh shit he turned his race?
The King is dead?
The King is dead?
Crying in the songs he preached
Eyes of a liar,mouth like fire
Mess with I now his head
Inject him with lust,pride,and sin
Sprout wings and fly high
He tells me to “beat it”
I say kiss me and say it again
Black man or white man
Ha, don’t say yous a indian woo likes me
Pow wow envy?
I can’t take the fear you reached
Morphine rush in dusty bones
O2 show was the devils master plan
The King is dead?
The King is dead?
Liz hold your breath ma’am
He told me I wasn’t alone again
Oh no
But there was Ghosts in my purple soul
Gone Too Soon is my lover and friend and my enemy in glam
I found his Childhood in 1972
Five niggas wailed and coift
I was just a sperm rocking out and hit something Off The Wall
Uh ho,here comes comes 1992
Told his fans and loyal paper pushers to step and give him Privacy
“get away from me”
I took a camera into his bathroom
Forty snaps and a shot of ice cold crunk
“She Drives Me Wild”
No, Mike Remember The Time?
I’m just the Streetwalker from 56th Shady Lane’s doom
The King is dead?
The King is dead?
There is no God to spank Jehova man
Woke up hot and cold
Rest in pieces
Haters to blame
KKK say “no way!”
My words,his words,our words from the grease to the fryin’ pan
The King is gone is he now tangle?
The Fallen King
Man of faces
Black or White or tan
Baby traces
Let him be with out these diseased tabloids to mangle.

TIME IS MOVIN’ AWAY FROM ME
IT MOVES ON AND ON
IT MOVES INTO THE SEA
TEARS FROM MY PAST FALL EASILY
BELIEVE THAT HEAVEN IS COME
IT’S COME AWAY WITH ME
SO LUCKILY
PLEASE LEAVE ME BE
ON AND ON
TIME SLIPS AWAY I GLEE
MUSIC BOX IN MY MIND
PLAYS SO HAPPILY
TIME SLIPS AWAY WITH ME
I’M ALONE IN MY BODY
ON AND ON ALONE
MOST OTHERS DON’T FLEE
I’M JUST A LIL GIRL
A BIG LIL GIRL
A WOMAN DONE DID
A GIRL WITH A PRETTY CURL
TIME LET HIM TURN HIS CHEEK
AWAY FROM MY LIL BLUENESS THYNE
ON AND ON
I WALK WITH THE FEEBLE AND MEEK
HEAL ‘O
PLEASE STEAL ME AWAY
SO FAR AWAY
AWAY FROM THE KILL
HE’S JUST A PLAY TOY
MY JOLLY GOOD BOY
HIS FACE IS THE NEW MOON
I’M FALLIN’ WAY TOO SOON
TIME….SLEEP AWAY FROM THEEE….
SLIP AWAY….
FROM…
ME…

MJ as a sad clown circa the BAD era.

MY SMILES ARE ALL FAKE
I HATE WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT HE
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR BUT I NO LONGER SEE US IN ME
I’LL PUT ON ANOTHER SHOW
EVEN IF I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING AND HIDING
YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW
IT’S MY INNER CHILD I’M ABIDING
HELLO,GOOD BYE
“YOU’RE CUTE”
NOT NOW PLEASE
DON’T TELL ME WHY
I’M LAUGHING AT YOU
IT’S ALL I’M WORTH NEW
THE MONEY MEANS NOTHING BUT A FALL
JOKES YOU IGNORE MY SILENT CALL
BLACK FACE,WHITE FACE
BLACK POWER
ALL MY GRACE
I STAND IN THREE RINGS OF SHAME
TRUTH WAS MY GAME
TABLOIDS,MONEY,FEAR
I SEE THE CLOWN OF EVIL IS CLEAR
NOW STARTS THIS SHOW
MY FANS I OWE
TEARS KEEP DRIPPING DOWN
I’M MICHAEL JACKSON,I’M A SAD CLOWN!

UNDER THIS BRIDGE OF TIME ALONE
A LITTLE GIRL SKIPS IN THE MIND TALKING ON A CELLPHONE
SHE GOT A PRETTY NATURAL CURL
AFRAID TO TAKE ON THE WORLD
SO SHE HID IT ALL INSIDE
THERE’S A BOY HIS NAME IS JOHN
HIS LIFE IS ALL A SHAME CAUSE HE DON’T KNOW HIS FAME
SKIPS SCHOOL TO SHOOT THE CANE
BESTFRIEND GOT HIM GOING INSANE
HE’S SIXTEEN BUT READS LIKE A FOUR YEAR OLD,HOPING HE GETS OUT BEFORE OLD
AND NO I DON’T WANNA FIGHT
AND HERE BROKE FROM HOUSE TO SHELTER
THEY’RE JUST A MEMORY INSIDE MY POCKET BOOK PICTURES TONIGHT
MEMORIES OF WHAT I WAS MAKES ME CUSS
A LITTLE GIRL WITH A NATURAL CURL SHE LOVES TO START A FUSS
A BOY NAMED JOHN OF SIXTEEN
MEMORIES OF A NEW SO MEAN
POCKET BOOK PICTURES ARE TOO KEEN!