Thursday, June 2, 2011

Facing Reality

i never really manage to express in prose what i exactly go through with Michael therefore video has been my major means of expression. It took months for me to even acknowledge that he was transitioned to another plane. This is what facing that reality produced.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

How Did i Get here and What is it That is Going On?


Michael Jackson...when did this name become a mantra for me? When did his inspiration come to inform my life in a way that i had never, nor would have ever expected? What the heck happened to me on June 25, 2009?

Much surrounding the beginnings of my MJ moment has been concealed, even from those with whom i have become close. Perhaps that is because of the fact that the phenomena that i spun into seemed too far out even to accept it from myself. A routine trip to visit my son instead proved to be the gateway to another dimension where i now have set up permanent residence,God willing.

Riding along i was lost in my thoughts about the job, family, hell i don't know what...then clicking on the radio the announcer is mid story "Jackson is said to be in a coma after suffering a possible heart attack." Aw poor Michael i thought your Daddy is sick...then "Confirming our top story singer Michael Jackson is at UCLA Medical Center in a coma..." what the heck...heart jumps...wait he is in a coma that's cool he'll be ok...get out of the car, move, make yourself move.

Getting out of the car i walk into my son's house the TV is on 106 and Park, "singer Michael Jackson the King of Pop has died" i look at everyone we are all looking around at each other as if trying to receive some kind of sign that what we just heard was real. Aw hell naw i say they just said that he was in a coma. But they keep saying it over and over and over. i feel as if i am emerging from the bottom of a pool of water my head breaks the surface and now i can hear each person talking. Damn Michael is dead, did they just say that Michael Jackson has died. i start talking about the concerts that i went to to see him. His song Got to Be There was playing on my way to the hospital to have India. Yes, i saw him in concert three times.

i don't remember leaving the house. i don't remember the ride home...i don't remember going into the house. i'm alone now sitting on the bed looking at the leaves of the tree outside my window. Have i cried yet? i don't remember but there in the pattern of leaves he is there.
i close my eyes and slowly open them again...he's still there and i knew that my life had changed.

The next weeks were spent watching the television and on line. Everything Michael. One day i picked up a pencil to write down something to look up and wrote something totally different. that was the first poem that i received.
"i Carry You With me"

Is this reality less valid than any other
i sit reflecting, abandoning myself to space
Your image emerges on the stitching of my favorite quilt
In the shadows reflected on my tie dye dress
i can't even use the words of death in a phrase that contains your name
Because there you materialize in the random array of leaves outside my window
i see it and i cannot pretend that it is not so
It is my valid reality, so with me you still live
and i like it that way because
i carry you with me

And this is how it began this life that i live with Michael. Ma Vie Michel...