Michael Joe

His given name was Michael Joe
from the 219 area code
the seventh of nine, but showed
immense talent at 6 years old...
Raped of his childhood
and completely misunderstood
without the foundation that could
keep him grounded in Hollywood...

Surviving everything the world
could throw at him and more
he continued to spread his love
and gift for the language of music
doing his part to make the world
a better place for you and me
and the entire human race...

However futile his efforts were,
due to the greedy nature of said world
only looking for the next minstrel show
to entertain their sorry souls,
true artistry never dies.

Michael inspired a generation
of artists and singers and musicians
to make music for the soul
Regardless of his behavior,
No one can ever deny his artistry...

It's sad that we don't miss our water
until the well runs dry...
and we don't appreciate genius
until it's too late.

I could speak for hours about
how Michael inspired my life,
how his music got me through some tough times
how he inspired practically every modern artist
how he broke barriers
how misunderstood he was...

Lyrics that read like poetry
and melodies that reel you in,
he had an extraordinary gift.

There will never be another like him.

So, I salute you Michael Joe.
I pray that you are in heaven,
moonwalking through the pearly gates
and I pray that it is everything
you hoped the world would one day be.

Rest In Peace.

Love,
Oronde

Lost In Translation, part deux

could it be that you hold
the key to my soul
and i never knew it was gone?
or are you the one
whose mere presence begun
my descent into lover's dawn?

all i know is whenever i see you
my throat gets dry
words immersed in my mind get confused
all i can do is stand
idly patient...

...lost in translation

can barely stand it
palms are sweaty, and it
never ends; damn it
wish i could've planned it
she's like a bandit
took my heart and vanished
proverbially damaged
i can hardly manage
i can't explain it
supernova painted
into human form
"woman" he named it
taken from the rib
of man so she could give
him life
but i can't live
until she is my wife...

all i know is whenever i see you
my throat gets dry
words immersed in my mind get confused
all i can do is stand
idly patient...

...lost in translation