För många år sen snubblade jag över några dikter.
De handlade självklart om Michael, eller insperationen var på något sätt tage ur hans låtar.
Jag sparade dem i en klippbok då jag tyckte dem var så bra.

Just a memory

You were like a shooting star
Full of power
Full of energy

But gone to soon
You were like a comet
full of life
full of streight
but gone to soon
You were like a sunset
Beutiful and
Very simple
but gone to soon
Now you are just a memory
Witch always will have a special
place in my heart.

~

Neverland

Weighted and falling
while flying
is like dreamland
Neverland
like his image
of perfect childhood
smiles upon it
frowns upon it
wishes
he'd lived it
knows what he missed
clinging to
a non-existent past
but selfless
making
that which he lack
accesible
to those children
genius winds
in little bodies
gifted
and needy
all prodigies
all innocent
all missunderstood
all
like him.

~

Man in the moon

Make a wish
on your lucky star
and when the wind blows
you will walk
to the moon
not the first man
to go there
but the first to see
the man in the mirror
and to make a change
you remind me
to Heal the world
you will stay here
a legend to all
my guide
my faith
my music
and you will never
know me
but you cannot
forget us
we who keep
your name with us always
do not misunderstand us
we see deeper
we
will be there for you
when nonone else will
And we'll hold you
inside us
untill once again
the world remembers
who you are
the king

Kavin Senapathy