Remember The Time

Rebecca Walker wrote an essay that best describes how I feel about Michael and his unfortunate passing. "Michael’s music was a running soundtrack for my life," Walker says. I couldn't agree more. And how amazing is it, that so many others could easily make the same statement? A New Jersey housewife, a vegan seamstress in Southern California, a Finnish factory worker...Michael's influence has been worldwide, spanning ages, cultures, religions.

As a teen, I had MJ posters, magazines, t-shirts, buttons, stickers and drawings of Michael all over one half of my room. The other half was dedicated to Prince. As much as I love Prince, Michael was to me a true friend, a big brother, who no matter how he was treated, showed me a way to love. He sang of love in its many forms. But most often, he sang of universal love. The type of love that prompts me to smile when I see elderly black men because they remind me of my father and grandfather. Love that brightens my day when I see young children trying to figure out how they fit in this great big world.

In that very sad interview which led to accusations of child molestation, Michael said something profound. I don't think many people caught it; I didn't until someone explained it.

"The most loving thing you can do for someone is to share your bed with them."

If you consider that in the context of universal love, and not a sexual or a perverted sense, then Michael is absolutely right. My kids are not babies. But once in a while, one or both of them will creep in my room and snuggle with me. There aren't many other ways to show love that are as powerful as that. I don't believe MJ harmed those kids. I do believe his actions may have been inappropriate. However, ultimate blame for any harm or inappropriateness belongs to the parents of those children.

I've spoken to a few people who don't get it. They don't understand why so many others are affected by Michael's passing. Perhaps someone else wrote their life's soundtrack. If you don't know, you just don't know. But I'm glad I do.



The Untouchable Michael Jackson

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26 Jun 2K2

Inspiration interrupted...yet again.

Suddenly I am exhausted. A negative energy force has zapped my light source, rendering me utterly defenseless against the powers of wrong-headed thinking. My positivity levels have been depleted--must revive self. Headed on collision course with same negative ion that hijacked my glowing light ray. Must use instant-deafening shield at next encounter.

2 Jul 2|9

I'm going through my notebooks and uploading some passages as a part of this blog. I'm thinking I want to revisit the past to see what's the same and what's different. I think I wrote a couple of interesting things--I want to see how they grow.

I just got off the phone with a very dear friend. Both of us have been pretty bad at keeping in touch on the regular. But whenever we do talk/email, it's like we just pick up right where we left off. She reminded me how much of a procrastinator I can be. In high school, I never completed my work ahead of time..last minute me!! I told her how I need to write a paper for a course I took last summer (took an incomplete), before I decide if I want to finish my Ph.D. program. She cut me off and fronted on me like it personally offended her! Just the kick in the patooty I need!!

Je t'aime N!

My Invisibility

I can cut my invisibility with a large, sharp knife

or wrap myself in it like a cloak.

I can bask in the fullness of my own

ambiguity, my enigmatic self.

The question is, who owns this cloak of disappearance,

this fabric of hidden-ness?

Is it mine to put on at will?

Or is it theirs to cover me when my presence is--

just...

not?

I am a ghost, an unseen shadow

present, but not

seen, but not

heard, but not

Never ever felt.

My ghostly cloak of hidden-ness, masking my ambiguous,

enigmatic self.

Their cloak of disappearance

silences the voices

quells the action

sanitizes the space

until my un-existence is clear.

© 2009 beckie

July's Haiku

©2008-2009 ~mlcamaro
We need look no more.
You've got a place to go now.
Now you're not alone.

Thank you Michael for your inspiration.

breakfast song

TEARS...CONVULSIONS...omg..AM I REALLY SEEING THIS?!

WHO DOES THIS?

Hammer Pants Dance (HD)

I've watched this video about 5 times in a row. Look at the diversity in this flash mob!! I love the old bald guy in the jacket, tie and sweatband! Every single person is dancing their hearts out! How can you not smile at that! I wanna be in a flash mob dance! That will be the ONLY way you'll ever catch me in a line dance!

A Black American - Def Poetry Jam

Straight no chaser...thanks Smokey!