Poefiend
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Its just a poem.....about past things....I vented Im done?
The woman who loved MichaelThere was a woman, her name was Angie Marie Jacobson, She was sweet and out-going.Michael liked her but, was too shy to admit it.They knew each other for 2 months, within those 2 months, they became really close.Then something tragic happened, Angie contrcted HIV.Angie didn't want to tell Michael because she felt it would cause Michael more problems.Michael told her that he would be there for her if she ever needed him.Angie wanted Michael to perform "Smooth crimminal' for her, he did. After the preformance, she fainted.Michael caught her before she hit the floor. Scared, Michael held her, and said, "Anige?, don't do this to me, Angie.Wake up."Angie opened her eyes, looked up at Michael, and said, "This is the best day of my life."She died in Michael's arms.Michael met the man who gave Angie HIV, Michael beat him with in inch of his life,and warned him that if he ever tried to harm any of his fans, he'd kill him.Angie got Justice, Michael did too..but, he didn't get to tell Angie just how many he really loved her.For Angie was the woman who loved Michael...In loving Memery of Angie M. Jacobson March 26th,1981-August 17th, 2000I wrote this for you, Angie. I hope you are proud of me...
Pray For Hope
Oh this driving madness and yet the world still spins
chaotic mishaps and terror lives all around and within
peace is now a distant thing from some lost far away time.
Love is nil inside some that have no fear of God's repercussions
no worries have they that dealt all these deeds upon thousands
and the world cries and mourns for something to brighten it all.
Heavy hearts lie bleeding crying up to the skies each day hopeful
wishes take on a new meaning far beyond something so much more
oh that I could mend it all if only it was within my power to do so.
Then peace would come down like a dove resting lightly on its perch
no one would weep and hearts would mend with more joy ever told
the world would heal and love would take the place of the hatred.
Let this not be just a dream of mine but let us hope our prayers
be heard upon the most highest part of heaven where God dwells
for only he can restore that which has been downtrodden and amiss.
The faith of thousands would be heard and God's angels would attend
if each and everyone of us bowed our heads together each day believing
then it can be so when done hand in hand for our fellow man in need.
There was an angel
an angel who loved a mortal woman. He'd come to her on warm breezy, summer nights, drifting down under a weeping willow tree. That was their place, the place where he lay, they place where she lay in the warmth of his wings, wings so pearly, wings so white, she lay there content through out the night. Stroking gently his wings, his pearly white wings, but in fear of the love that was forbade. In love and in bliss they shared a soft kiss, but before it was over there was a loud clap like thunder, her lover he disappeared. Warned by the creator, never see her again, one without wings....... earthly..... beneath thee.
He dropped to his knees ALMIGHTY PLEASE , hands clasped tightly together, eyes covered in pearls of sorrow, But tomorrow, damned wretched morrow, how will I keep my love? Head upturned to the heavens above, for all the hopes, for all the dreams, this angel...... he cut off his wings. His inner spirit fell, slammed to the ground, heavy and weakening woe for all earthbounds. The angel went to the maiden covered in blood and in pain I DID IT FOR MY LOVE will you love me the same? She was frightend, she was appalled, she shunned him and ran. Days upon days from the weeping willow tree he watched her in tears, no wings, no love, amidst the majestic crying tree.....just like he. On the last night of summer, maiden at her window seat, she heard the sound of singing wafting on the late night breeze, so sweet: "Put your hand out.......... please hold my hand........we can be alright......please... just put your hand out....This life dont last forever (it got closer)......better off bein together than bein miserable alone" Looking out of the window, running outside, falling in his arms, never letting go. No one had loved her the same way as he, being cast out no longer a deity, they fell on to the sweet green grass, the angel and the maiden, I'll hold your hand, I'll lay with you for all eternity.
-SLM-