I Know Why The Jackson Sings
German Alcala
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Copyright @ German Alcala 2011
Poem Listing
Poems Galore *Celebrity Edition*
PART 1
NOBLE FIGURES PASSED
A budding girl who knew only play
There was a group dedicated to her slay
With her family hidden and happy
She needed to dance and so did it gladly
A style and grace be fit for the ages
A young girl with many bright faces
Anne Frank kept a diary that never blanked
Even when her heart had sank
She died all too young and vulnerable
She died having never done anything dishonorable
A young person who didn’t deserve what happened
Who’s’ story even the coldest people still saddens
Remembered across the world and back
Even she had wished it but not like that
Blessed is she for her purity
Who
deserved all those people’s security
Dr.
Martin Luther King
That all could be good sports
He fought until the bitter end
And was a very good friend
The man knew how to choose his words
Even when others saw him as turds
He held his dignity despite the oppression
Using his voice to give all a real good impression
He fought alongside Rosa Parks
Who united with their fellows and gave march
Boycotting injustice and hatred
Standing up to hateful whites he did patron
His words had no trouble being remembered
Even after dead he was revered
Known for his wit and words
Fighting
against the palest of hateful turds!
Edgar
Allen Poe
Edgar pondered mad and weary
On the next story he would write
Or the next raven he would see that night!
His head nodding with the pressure
Of succumbing to sleep’s pleasure
He suddenly heard a knocking
There was somebody lightly knocking
Knocking on his chamber door
He saw something not seen before
He saw across the room on a mirror high and tall
His face held wrinkles and his skin was ready to fall
He turned to the door and realized his voice was coughed
“I cannot open the knob: for my hands are too soft”
He looked down at his pencil holding hands and noticed liver spots
He had wasted his life creating plots
Then suddenly another knock came from his chamber door
He turned to the Raven who lay dead on a copy of forgotten lore
For now he needed an old friend, because he knew who knocked
He
sat slightly straighter and called out to Death “Come in, late my
old friend”
Princess
Diana
A princess of oceanic mammals
Healed broken hearts
And held the highest morals
Yet everything given to her she refused
The chances presented to her she did not take
By the press she was abused
For not being like the others: “fake”
A woman who tried her best
But they would not slow themselves
They simply would not give it a rest
And
now themselves they detest
PART 2
POEMS GALORE *CELEBRITY EDITION*
They come to us at their ages tender
Their arts are something with great render
We grow with their words and face
And then they’re gone without a trace
The stars once shined so bright in the sky
Now we hear things so close to a lie
How can it be?
I won’t believe
It cannot be escaped, not even they
May escape being death’s prey
Hundreds of tears together do crash
Suddenly all their lovers come amass
Destiny decided and Fate concurred
That it was time the tables turned
Their bodies shook and came to a halt
Suddenly they tasted salt
The bony finger tapped their face
Then they were gone without a trace
Their companies decide as they each do disappear
New generations who now appear
Always did he have a new presentation
Many people saw his determination
A new product every month
To clean away such random stuff
Billy Mays’ heart it was pine fresh
And he made wallets merely mesh
His chubby beard so quick to impress
With products that relieved great stress
The newest this the newest that
He taught many how to kill a rat
His products were always the best
And
in Death he won’t give those wallets a rest
Anna
Nicole Smith
Rather abused by the game
Yet she did love a great man
Whose death gave great gain
Her image ruined simply to shreds
A time that any artist dreads
Her son fell to the hands of death
And soon even she gave one last breath
An icon that is not ever to follow
With her forgotten playmates she won’t wallow
Remembered for her young life
For love, she’ll never have to strife
Elvis
Presley
Treated hearts like random toys
His career a shining beacon
But his heart one day did go sinkin’
His end came after his career’s height
But to take him Death had no right
From his death came tragic sorrow
For many there could not be a tomorrow
How could the sun rise after this event?
Yet it did come at its full strength
But that’s just life’s many perks
No matter what happens life still works
Marylyn
Monroe
Clawed her way up to the top with the venting wind
She made men forget their debts with only a grin
Her golden locks hidden by the black and white
But in any color paper or screen her beauty couldn’t be smite
She fell asleep in one bed and woke in another
She brought great moneys and shames to her mother
A woman who could not be silenced or destroyed
Even
in her death her pictures played with men like toys
Bernie
Mac
Make us laugh like loons
Of his memory we’ll never rid
His comedy: better than moons
A man of perfect timing
An actor made for any part
With teeth always shining
Remaining always in many a heart
Michael
Jackson (I Know Why the Jackson Sings)
Since the moment of his spawning
His father knew what he would do
He was made for singing and dancing
There was nothing he would rather do
The perfect movement in every step
His body moved with ease and grace
He did not want Death to creep
And he gave it quite a race
He was mistreated and scared for life
By the business and his father
He faced the sadness of no child’s life
But himself he did gather
It was hard for him to do what he did
But he did it with an undieing passion
Of all his talent he could not rid
To entertain was his life’s mission
Too much talent for one single body
Overpowered by the jealousy around him
Others hated all his glory
So they planned how to destroy him
On a cold an dreary day he was contacted
He was being sued for something ridiculous
His heart was being broken
He said “It’s impossible”
Who could possibly imagine
That by the morning of the next day
He would be labeled a maniac
He was hurt by what people continued to say
He tried his best to contain the stupidity
But it was disorder worthy of inferno
And he would become thought of as a predatory
He could stand it no more
With a shattered soul and heart
He boarded a plane away
From this country he had to part
It our own loss there was no one happy that day
I know why he sung
For it would be easier to be a king without crown
Then to be left alone with a coat hung
In the fame he decided to drown
For it was much easier to live a life of luxury
Than leave the people who would give him praise
He lived like a king without a crowned authority
Unforgettably
powerful was he to heaven he deserves to raise
Mr.
Rodgers
The cho cho train so nice
Would not take any other man
The cat would meow more than once
Every day he welcomed children
With the manners of a kind soul
An old man not of burden
To entertain: a finished goal
Every day and every tune
Children wide eyed watched
A perfect human cartoon
Who children he, well, taught
We
Will Never Know
They sat at their desks counting money
Or lay out on beds waiting for the sky to be sunny
Yet Death doth did protest and God decided to concur
For them the next day would not occur
We will never know how that day would have gone
Or the day after the last was done
We will never know if they would have gone higher or fallen
Or if their retirement was simply a few days from ending its stalling
But I suppose that all is well and all is right
For in their life they had popular might
When it is time for them to say goodbye
For despite the fame and love: Blood knows when it’s night
PART 3
LET’S TALK ABOUT DEATH
Yet I will not dare to lie
And I shall tell the truth
Of how death can come to youth
Death flew across the sky
Riding the clouds so sly
He looked down at the young souls
And with jealousy he could fill bowels
With angry rage for them
For he could one of them
Death down from rain clouds
And fell upon their roof not loud
With angry sadness he did enter
There he saw them lying tender
In their youthful slumber
His rage came quickly in a blunder
Jealous and filled with hate
For the fact he cannot skate
Filled with vengeful rage
He
took their ability to ever age
I’ll
Bury You In Happiness
I hate you and it gives me pleasure
To know that you now exist to feed the worms
I hate you and for good measure
I’ll throw in how much this to my heart warms
I’ll bury you in happiness and bury you in glee
Consider yourself lucky that I don’t leave you to rot
I’ll bury you in happiness and I can’t wait to see
How your body will finally fall down into that plot
I cannot wait for you to go and just to get my laugh
I’ll take a few too many pills and drink a bit of gin
And as I watch you go into the grave with all the other trash
I’ll soon be standing
next to you with a happy hateful grin!
He
Love Riding the Clouds
Face covered in a gay smile
For he has just done something vile
He left the body for the family to find
And he loved that one grind
“It never gets boring”
He said in his glory
Death’s robe fluttered in the sky
“It never bores me to be so sly”
In his hand he held a purple knife
It was able to overcome any strife
But it never had any troubles actually
Because they believed Death an inevitability
It sometimes depressed Death to think of people’s submission
It had led him to wanting to do resignation
Forced to attack young children to get the joy of the act
Because he felt orgasmic to see the parents and friends react
He favored killing slowly in a manner most extreme
With illness he could enjoy the kill for over a millennium
He cackled long and hard as he flung throw the air
Until he hit a crow of
which he left feathers bare
He’s
Christian Apparently
So he’s said to kill with a mere touch
And just like that you’ll be a dead such
He is draped in black robes
And loves to shatter hopes
He gets sick pleasure from seeing suffering
It’s a euphoria brought by smiting
He can’t touch himself for he’ll feel his own sting
He’s apparently a Christian
He looks at death and laughs out loud
Saying that he did it proud
And then dreary songs of Death do leave his mouth
He’s apparently a Christian
So then he looks at humanity and believes himself stronger
For he knows that known of them can think of him wronger
Of all others he’s a hate monger
He’s a Christian apparently
Stop your mindless torture and death
Can you not see what you bring is only dread?
I beg you to stop before the Earth has been emptied
GODDAMNIT, SHOVE A BONE IN IT!
Shut up with your mongering and your hatred!
Can you not see that you show your heart is only putrid?
Where is your dignity where is your self respect?
When humans alone do things easy to detest
Shut up with your poking you fucking pussy
If you’re going to be a killer at least do it roughly
You sicken me to very core!
How can it be that you came through my door?
For you are cold death and hatred in one
The devil himself could not keep you in shun
Doesn’t it seem a slight bit too perfect for you?
When will you get the message that nobody wants you?
Shove a bone up your trap you hateful scum
For the thought of you makes my heart turn to rum
How can you even think of doing what you do?
But
I hold no wish to fight so I won’t and simply go with you
Unknown
Goodness knows how it did happen
No one escapes from its sadness
Its origins are unknown
It’ll never stop at people grown
It is Death, but where is it from?
It is death celebrated by drums
Fires leaping and sand twisting
Underneath his feet you’re dieing
And my question to him is “where are you from?”
“I shall not say” he’ll whisper into my eardrum
“It shall remain unknown until my dieing day?”
He will nod “For I shall not reveal it today”
His
Women
Of that creature from the dreary
“Where is he from?” I’ll ask
“Did he have any women masked?”
Is there more than one creature from that clan?
Is The Lady Death part of that plan?
Does she exist or am I a fool
Does he use her as a tool?
Women accompanying the merciless creature Death
Giving out people’s last breathe
Perhaps he is not as fast as I believed
There are people who must bleed
How do you propose he is to do it alone?
I thought he was made of quickest bone
It doesn’t work that way, you child
So, does Lady Death exist
upon his saddle?
Oh
Lady Death
Great long black hair swimming in the wind
Once a human lovely and dark, but now a demon
For when you were threatened with Death: you sinned
You made a deal with Death who gave a grin
Oh Lady Death dear Lady Death
Your dress is perfectly blood shining red
Oh Lady Death dear Lady Death
Fingers held tightly by long gloves of red thread
Now accompany Death for the rest of Earth’s time
Your pale skin will always have its youthful radiant glow
I praise your beauty with this simple satanic rhyme
Respect your craft for unlike Death you’re not so morbidly low
A little kindred spirit who didn’t want to die
A little kindred spirit who decided to with Death fly
Through the clouds and through the air they go
The little spirit of Death’s nature had to know
The first time around it was so easy and he had no sadness
It had been so simple to kill a child and in fact brought happiness
The child assassin is a child because Death must have some help
The child assassin is a child because into Death’s jealous he did delve
Death’s good friend and loyal follower into the dark and light
Is in charge of giving children his own age the right to final night
He’ll never age and never care and will never learn to share
For he is immortal and to his happiness no child can compare
It is cold hard reality that all will one day give last breath
It is cold hard reality that all will one day talk to Death
It induces tears for many to think of something so seemingly impossible
It is for those tears that Death will do it with so much glee
The entire Earth is only an act for tears that’s about it
Just like God was Shakespeare when he decided to end Hamlet
There is no other option and no matter how it comes
Just remember the fact that you lived a day under the sky’s domes
The entire Earth is simply just an act for tears one of the best plays
Where the protagonists are antagonists “Who’re the protagonists?” won’t say
The entire Earth is simply part of one simple thing:
Live life like you have never lived because one day you’ll be smithereens
FIN
Thank You for Reading
Author Info:
German Alcala:
From Los Angeles, California German Alcala is 14 years old, Mexican, Gay, and considers himself a novelist, poet, singer, dancer, carpenter, and everything in between! German Alcala's biggest inspirations include Edgar Allan Poe, Maya Angelou, and Jackie Collins. He is the Editor In Chief, and owner of a new online literary magazine THE INKBLOT, has self-published eBooks across the web from Apple iBooks to Barnes and Noble NookBooks, has been called Awesome, Inspiring, and Amazing in book reviews.
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