Michael Jackson

[dnsimmons]

On the death of Michael Jackson, I believe Marlon said it best.

I hurt.

I’m not okay. I feel his loss every day and I don’t know how to deal with it. I’m angry. I’m sad. Even as I write this letter, I’m crying. When I first heard about his passing, I couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it! How could I? Michael Jackson wasn’t supposed to die, not now, not until he’d been completely vindicated, not until the media let him live in peace.
My god, I miss him so much! His voice, his beauty, his passion, his love and his gift.

I think what hurts me most of all is knowing how much he suffered on this earth, knowing he never should have suffered so at all. He was hounded and bombarded by greedy, manipulative, selfish people who picked at him until they thought they got everything they could from him. He’d been betrayed so many times by people he trusted, so-called “friends”. The tabloids and media made fun of every little thing he did, he couldn’t even go to the store without some media outlet saying he was “bazaar” for buying some damn DVDs.

Why? Why was it so “bazaar” for Michael Jackson to do the very same things everyone else did? Why was this double standard always in place when it came to him? What did he do to deserve such contempt? Such ridicule?

It’s not fair, him leaving this earth with such much left unsaid. I hoped he knew how much he was loved. Not just for his music, but for his spirit, for the person he was… who he tried to be. He was good. He was honest and pure and loving. He was a gift sent from the heavens above to bring us beautiful music, hope, joy, pleasure, art and if we weren’t too arrogant, a little humility.

I always felt that when people made fun of Michael Jackson, they were also making fun of Martin Luther King, Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Princess Diana, Jesus and anyone else who spent their life trying to spread the word of peace, tolerance, understanding and love to all who would listen.

He didn’t deserve the lies. He didn’t deserve the betrayal. He didn’t deserve the humiliation, but like those who followed the same path as he, perhaps it was his cross to bear and he bared it well. Throughout the sicknesses he felt, throughout the pain of his skin condition, throughout the heartbreak he endured, he’d go out on that stage, and give his fans and the world all that he had to give. And for that, I say, thank you, Michael.

Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for sharing your soul with us. Thank you for giving us your gift of song and creativity. Thank you for breaking down walls and smashing down barriers. Thank you for the joy you gave us. Thank you for being you.

As I’ve said, I’m having a very hard time dealing with his death. I never thought I would be affected like this, but I am. A part of me is missing and there is a void in my heart. I don’t know when it will start hurting less, as they say, time heals all wounds. But for now, I hurt.

Michael Jackson was a beautiful person, he tried to bring something beautiful into this ugly world and the devil (the media and greed) killed him for it.

R.I.P. Michael.

I will ALWAYS love you.

D.N. Simmons.
Devoted fan and Author

[Black Rain]

Those were very beautiful words. I know that his family and friends will carry his love with them forever. He was truly a gift from God. Even though he had a very hard life, I know that he was proud to entertain fans like you, me, and everyone who loved him around the world. It is through a message like yours, DN, that he will live forever I believe.

[Synesthesia]

Im sorry you feel so sad
I wish he had a happier life.

[dnsimmons]

I still feel pain and depression over his death. It's been very hard for me to be creative at this time. I really loved Michael. Not just for his music, I loved him for the man he was, his spirit. He really didn't deserve what they did to him. He gave his life to bring love, hope, peace and entertainment to people... he deserved to be treated better than he was.