MJ, the play, you may think of him
… is not really him irrelevant
… of what you may think of him
He was a music man, king of pop

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A son to God
A creature of God
A soldier, with a will to live
Death by man, his time was not up

He still had music to give
The world loss an artist
His children their dad,
What’s missing, know he had plentiful 2give

At the end
It was sad
Unable to bring an artist back
Today, able to give life back through his music

We know, none are born
… with a prescription pinned
Like Jesus died
… on the cross with

A crown …
As it was inscribed: INRI
Latin “King of the Jews”!
As he died and rest to stand the test of times

Not MJ with endless critiques
Almost pinned like a black Jew
Did parents throw their children to the wolves?
To be feed to the dog or were they the dog?

MJ, the musical!
Came to life Thursday May 1, 2025 at 7PM
Heartfelt for love … with dances and songs
The floors moved and he moved with every beat

Guest what, Michael Jackson
He was no different, then anyone of us
Did anyone saw that coming?
A genius of his times

Hey, you define a masterpiece?
It is after their death, they rise like the sun
Leaving endless marks …
As we can now mark our calendars

To watch the play again and again
In our heads, in the minds of endless
That it is now, we beginning to comprehend
A man, whom was never shown love

It was perhaps, just that …
That he stood out among the many of others
As he was seeking out love
Just like Jesus, both misunderstood

Whom are we to judge?
Judge him right or wrong
You and I, were never there
All man, will try to bribe if you’ve money

Was MJ a victim?
Did he victimize?
Let us all realize
Think twice, next time you pass judgement

The pain that’s strong
You can never right a wrong
But, you can-but, yea you got to get strong
When all the storms are aimed straight at you

It was so sad
To learn what was done
Perhaps you an innocent man
He was anesthetized

Yea, he was anesthetized
To be sized to death
All his talents
Buried with him

Today, crown king of pop
Who can pop a bottle and cork it back?
Can anyone stand up states
“MJ was a man, in need of our love?”

Haven’t you been misunderstood?
Have you been told, how others misinformed?
You in hurts …
Of the stories told, that was not you!

Not even him, the genius music man
Whom, was on his league all his own
Unable to stand up to defend himself
He defenseless and soon coming to an end

He couldn’t fight
He was not a bull
He was not a wrestler
He a teaser for everyone

We thought he’ll live forever … and ever
He was misunderstood
All took him to the woods
To be bury in the woods

All wanted his talents and his hoods
In the woods, is where they buried his love
He was so misunderstood …
He was taken for granted

His playground
Never existed
He called it “Neverland”
A land that was never there

Or existed
Only in his mind
Where his animals
Gave him love

A phony psychiatrist
Whom provided him
A fake prescription
To fall asleep never to wake up

Did he think this was love?
For MJ, it was
For others, watching their tv screens
OMG! Michael Jackson taking out in a stretcher!

They said endless of things
Remarks that hurt-ed so much
Much to say …
As word, spread like flies

They left spreading words
Like fires …
They left him
… with white marks

Yes … embedded onto his skin
Like an uncontrolled train rushing in
He hearing all in
Unable to bear it

All in all, trying to ease him
They took all his black skin
In order to make him fit in placed it onto a jar
He was no fool, it was a skin disease

He had a disease
Where cells produce melanin, died
And/or stops to function
Thus called “Vitiligo”

If thus, is not bad enough
You tell me, what is?
He gave his dad
… endless of thrills

He gave his fans
Enormous thrills
With albums
Like, Thriller

Whom can hate and stone MJ?
Watching, observing and looking back
It was human alright!
Those without sins, cast the first stones!

He wasn’t perfect
Neither, are we
Let us stand today
Make room for a man that once’ s lived

He thrilled us
With his music genius
His feet hit the floors
… with his every beat

He twisted, banged, and sang songs
Like a genius
But, more than that a man
… whom was hated

He accused as a pedophile
You show me the proof!
A man lacking love
… beatings from his dad

With no childhood memories
But, a dad with dreams
Holding his sons to extreme
“You got to do this for the family!”

Yes, dad
It is understood
As it stated to Michael
“Work harder, but dad, “I am!” It is not enough?

You show me what you got
Is the Jackson family you got?
Your talent unique …
Given by Jackson’s blood

… and its genes to carry on
Family patriarch
Now, show me the money!
Is what counts in this family …!

Is only that …
MJ the Musical, proved to be a sensation
Yes, it was a sensation
… standing ovation, applause

Yea, go Michael, yea, yea, go Michael
In NYC …
Neil Simon Theater
It all came to life

In a city, that never sleeps
A mark left
… like a diamond
… in the rough

He had a rough
Life, alright!
He came out
All under the sun

He triumphs
With his talent
… and all
All screamed

To an amazing night
A show to reveal to all
The king of pop … is not dead
Never died, as he came to full life

I, impressed … and? All we
With his quick feet, as it speaks
To the music beat getting everyone on its feet
I never tied of the endless rhythms

Let’s all realize
Michael Jackson was the King of Pop
Prince Roger Nelson, the Prince of Pop
Taylor Swift princess, of Pop
she can sing and pop notes

Aretha Franklin, queen of soul
Marvin Gay, Prince of Motown, Prince of Soul
Louis Armstrong, master jazz trumpeter
Winston Marsalis jazz trumpeter of our days

Donna Summer, queen of disco in the 70’s
Diana cross, queen of Motown
Elvis Presley, king of Rocks & Roll
The Beatles, most influential pop music history

Jesus Christ …
The only Superstar musical
“Jesus Christ Superstar”
It was music by Andrew Lloyd Weber

Lyrics by Tim Rice
Did he eat rice?
Whom rose music to new heights
With operatic beats sung throughout rocks

Did any throw rocks
Because, they didn’t like it?
Oh’ no … Everyone loved it, bring back
Bring back, Jesus Christ Superstar, the rock!

What do they have in common?
They all stood out
As loud as anyone and any sounds
Leaving everyone begging for more songs

All clasping their hands …
Their feet standing
To their every beat
As their heartbeats sound

Can be put to sleep
Yes, as their heartbeats
Sounds can put you to sleep
To all their unique beats

Come, come …
Listen to the beat
Come, come stand up
Listen the to all these beats of music melodies

I can, be put to sleep
To these musical listening
… of MJ the Musical songs
Lyrics of Man in the Mirror

Am now asleep, good night to all
To those, whom has no sins
You cast the first stones
Why is it, is now we triumph listening to MJ?

We now, recognizing a man ahead of his times
Why is it an artist must first die
In order to rise … like the sun?
They are not Jesus, Moses
A prophet, a messiah nor God

They’re all man
With bones and full flesh
Let’s start fresh …
Do not criticize the next artist!

They may be the next MJ
With plagues, fabrics unlike yours
Give them room to grow
Do not disturb their peace

Do not send them
To an early grave
They could be your son’s or daughter’s
Of tomorrows … with sorrows and troubles

Understand them
Give the love
Give them a hug
Give them your love

You tell me
You’ve no troubles
No sins nor never a body placed a wrong pin
Onto your body …or skin

You got to make it known
Do not place a pin onto my body
You never ask for it … you never gave authority to be pin onto your body

The next time some want to claim your body
To place and taint it
You stand up, state
“Hands off, “this is my body not your’ s!”

He, MJ simply a special being
Whom can sing like the winds that now strings
In the winds you can hear Michael sing
He can shake and sing
… unlike anyone in the winds

He can dig a song
He can dig a hole in your heart
He can pierce a cry in our soul
Because, he lacked love and he can give us love

We all begin to hear
Of his cries in the grave
As … dare never to cry
We now know, there’ll never be another Michael

He was no imitation
He had no limits
He was the real deal
He stole the show, he commanded our attention

His music uniquely pleasant to hear
Our ears opened wide
Just like the opened sky
That now rhyme as he died

Can you tell me
Am wrong?
What’s wrong with this picture?
If he states, “What the world needs is love!”

Where can you find love?
Where can you start to look for it?
Where can you search for it?
Where can you recover, if is not from love?

Know, is only love worth fighting
Know, love worth living because, what’s needed
Worth dying, if you know Earth never had it
Love, that you been waiting and ran out of it

Did MJ find love at the end?
Everyone glued to the tv screens
… as seen of his lifeless body
… moved onto the ambulance

At last
He’s free … alright
From the tv screams and the scenes
As everyone screamed

I shall pause
A silence …
For Michael Jackson
For MJ, as we celebrate “MJ the Musical”

MJ died silently, he never felt it coming?
An OD, over dose like most famous of the souls
Suicide, by his own hands
Suicide, by assisted, o ’no by wrong hands; MD

Taken to court
To be proven
A case closed
Death by OD?

… increased lethal dose
… to sleep by his MD
… yes, his psychiatric
I like to end

MJ is asleep
Don’t wake him up
Say nice things
Not bad to wake him up

Yes, he asleep aright
Make right …
Give room to sleep
Don’t wake him up

Let Him
Sleep!

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet

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