Memories

I wanted to make my case public though and my attorney forbid it, saying it would only hurt me. I know all about the lies they contrive to make a person plea bargain, make people sound like monsters, create hatred of you from those around you or near you, and I remember well their pre-conception of guilt even if you are totally innocent. I was hated big time once they learned I was a Christian and they contrived to continually verbally abuse me when I’d inquire of my children. I never saw them again and probably never will, but I remember! 

Ironically I grew up believing in justice within our government system too, so I know well Mr. Jackson’s disillusionments. The love and respect of our government we were taught as children no longer exists because that system no longer exists. in its place is something foreign and evil leaving me cold and lonely inside with no friends left and no where to turn for guidance, spiritual wise because most of the churches today are very like the ones in the days of Jesus’ time, full of sin without repentance or so political they left the people behind to fend for themselves.  Michael Jackson’s warning in one of his latest releases, “They Don’t Care About Us” is a wake up call people “Look to Heaven to Fulfill its Prophecy.”  If you don’t know what that means you need to study your Bible because all of the great speakers of our time are leaving us before their time should be up. 

Now we can blame the medicines, the doctors, the lifestyle of an entertainer and any number of other causes but the real blame belongs with each and every one of us that are so damn willing to believe the worse in others instead of looking for the best, so damn willing to be led by the nose for whatever the reason in any direction a politician takes you and there are those like me who felt that we are nobodies and no one will listen anyway.  Well even if no one listens at least I will have tried and while I have at least tried it is more than some others will do.

My memories of my own low self esteem, my own fears, my own self worth, of how and when my life may end and the nothingness I leave behind me; know this, my strength right now comes from the passing of the one man I would have loved to have met in real life because he was love in it’s purest of form and was condemned for it. My memories of his wonderful works of art, of love, his legacy to the world and the ways in which he expressed the truth to the world. Do not let his memory or his works be forgotten, his work upon this realm is finished and it’s time for ours to begin. It’s time for action!