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Rewritten & Explained: Michael & This Heart

by be.

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I have always been a little bit cryptic in my writing and a little bit inside of my own head when I create ideas in words to match my thoughts. I have read this piece over and over again today and I’m thankful to my friends and family who have read it and given me feedback, support, and reposted the poem. But in reading it again just now, I realized that something may not be obvious enough in the message of this tribute, and I need to revisit the poem and repost it so that it is clear. I don’t want there to be any confusion with this at all. This poem is for Michael Jackson. And it was originally written with the concept that my heart was one with his. His pains were to be understood by mine and my heart was writing addressing Him and itself, as one. When you separate the two, you have me, Bryan Espiritu, writing to Him, the late, Michael Jackson.

Read it again as I have edited the “Our’s” and “We’s”, and see if it feels a little more real and the metaphors are a little more clear.

Thank you always, for taking the time to read my work,
be.

To: Michael with Love, This Heart
by Bryan Espiritu

For they won’t recall what You’ve done right,
Until You’re called to exit paths.
And speak Your name in slanted slight,
With venom spits in webs they catch.

You teeter forth and back, from “shy”
To “striking sounds” and stages perched,
And they will only then reply
That You have matched all of Your worths.

But persons cannot hide behind the names
That public cries will paste,
When fame will hang You by Your throat,
And spit across Your childish face.

Your broken glass and swinging bat
To batter broken hearts from young,
Were swung to Melancholy’s acts
And yelled out through the words You’ve sung.

In snatch’ed moments of Your youth,
You thought to have them once reclaimed.
But soothing actions that You chose
Were focused as Your public blame.

And they may never see Your face
As human for You wear a mask,
That acts as Your sole barricade,
Against they’re flailing, tactless axe.

With growing hearts to share Your life,
And beating for the pace of US,
Your lines are but a sign of times,
And seeds do grow from beaten dust.

You move as force propels Your urge
To rid You of the film they’ve set,
And spin a “Blanket” guarded surge
That forges strength, untainted yet.

You’ll sneak like mice on tippy toe,
To play as children must through life,
And Walk the rays of evening glow,
Toward the Moon entrusted night.

They’ll see Your calls as entertainment
At it’s finest climb’ed peak,
You’ll trek towards Your next engagement,
Searching for a place to speak

That has the ears of those who trust
That what You’ve brought beyond Your gifts,
Is all that makes Your nature just
And through Your living heart, uplifts.

In hopes that what You’ve cried will echo,
Bounds beyond Your leaps to fame,
And all the globe will cease to settle
For pointing fingers and placing blame.

You’ll be the last and first of kinds
That cared to see a World in joy,
Of girls and boys whose birth will find
The harshness of Your pain, destroyed.

We know Your joys because of those
Emotions that have brought You pain,
And hold all of Your loved ones close
In faith they view You just the same.

We cannot let a Legend fade,
Our loss is something heaven’s won.
And all that Your good heart has made,
Will live when Your time here has gone.

For they won’t recall what You’ve done right,
Until You’re called to exit paths.
You’ll bid us all a moonlit night,
And tip Your hat,
to rest… at last.

Welcome To The Legends League

I really and truly hope you find peace, Michael. You’ve inspired me greatly.

This is how it felt in my chest when I first wrote it.. and this is how I should have shared it with you all from the beginning.

I hope you enjoy it.
With Love&Respect,
be.


- Bryan 'be.' Espiritu