Poems of Jean Rojas
PORTRAITS IN POETRY
TRIBUTE TO MICHAEL JACKSON
Inspite all the attention, adulation and adoration of millions of fans and friends, Michael Jackson died a neglected man. Weighing a little over 112 pounds, he was a walking skeleton with an abundance of pills in his stomach. He was allegedly eating only one small meal a day and had severe insomnia. To answer his need for sleep, he turned to pills and as one friend said, “the trouble with you is you don’t want to sleep, you want to be knocked out!” Why did this happen? What was it that he was searching for?
In all my life, I never ever believed Michael Jackson was a pedophile. In my mind, he was just a lost soul who never had a childhood so he became attached to children.
That’s the reason why he built Neverland and populated it with children. He wanted to play, to fly a kite, to go to carnivals and ride ferris wheels.Why did he have multiple cosmetic surgeries to alter his appearance? We all know he had vitiligo but aside from that, why all the need to beautify his face? Michael Jackson needed validation, needed acceptance, needed to belong. It’s such an irony that the man who had so much love inside, the man who gave so much to charity did not feel loved..did not feel needed and wanted… He became a joke because of his changing faces.He was called “wacko Jacko” because no one could really pinpoint his sexuality. He was accused of molesting children.Some thought him strange and yes , some even laughed at him.
But his music lives…his genius unquestioned and unchallenged. He sang, danced and composed-more than can be said of the Beatles and Elvis Presley.
His title “The King of Pop” is so richly deserved.
Now that he is gone, I want to keep the flames burning…I want my poetry site to be his home..where he will belong and be comfortable in who he really was…No more criticisms..only love ,compassion and understanding.
In my heart..In all our hearts he continues to live……
About Me
" There is a place where love begins and a place where love ends-and love asks nothing..." Carl Sandburg
FOR LOVE’S OWN SAKE
(A Canticle of Colors)
I am flying up to love
Soaring high upon the heavens
I can not fall into love
For love can not spiral
And tumble to the ground..
It moves upward to perfume
The air of it’s mist and magic
It lives to guide the stars in their
Twinkling warmth and brilliant glow..
Any definition of love
Will surely be met with
Utter failure
For love itself is its own definition
No measure of words can reason
Its existence into being
No science nor art can definitely declare
That love is this or love is that…
It is neither here or neither there…
But love fills the heart and feeds
The soul of beauty everlasting…,
Of peace that reigns in the bounty of nature…
A canticle of colors that can not be seen
But can be felt by the nakedness of the human
Vision…
Like the breathtaking display of the northern lights
That captures one’s imagination and attention…
A certain calm that possesses
A sort of liberation from the drudgery of this world…
So love only for love’s own sake
And do not equate love with material
Things or possessions..
For love indeed, can conquer,
If it conquers at all…
And there is nothing more that one needs
If one is to live
A happy and fulfilled life
Than to love fully and truly and be truly and fully
Loved in return
For my beloved daughter Virginia Sue Rojas Chua
I have been blessed by God with 4 beautful children, a 7 year old grandson and a host of wonderful nephews and nieces . I feel lucky to have them all and I only wish I could give back to them the joys that they had given and are still giving me up to this day. I dedicate the poem above to my lovely and caring daughter Virginia (or Ginny as we fondly call her). It is also for my sons Dino, Patrick and Paolo and my adorable young grandson Darrel. May you all live a happy and fulfilled life through your old age..and when I am gone, I hope you will remember me through this poem and this site (imitate the good about me but learn from my mistakes and failures and please do not repeat them!). I love you all!
Jean Eulogia Rojas
28 December, 2008
TABLE OF CONTENTS
NEW POEMS Dedicated to:
The Celestial Gardener Francois Jeanne
Rainbow-Colored Hughes Howard Robard Hughes Jr.
Pakistan's Muse Benazir Bhutto
Stranger's Desires Chris Isaac
Warrior of the Valkyries Claus von Stauffenberg
Promise Me a Kiss Anna Nicole Smith
New Additions
King of Our Hearts Michael Jackson
Summer at Rockelstad Slott Count Egil von Rosen
Garden of Sweden J. Johnsson
Midnight Madrigal Maksim Mrvica
The Drugged Door Jim Morrison
1-3
1. Postcard from
2. Gentle
3. Shadow Lover in Sylvan Fires Jose Manuel Raposo Nunes da Silva
4-6
4. Run Gemini Child Errol Flynn
5. Only at Sea Errol Flynn
6.
7-9
7. For the Last Time Walllace Reid
8. Verses Out of Rhyme Wallace Reid
9. Passing Thoughts
10-12
10. Voices in Your Eyes Robin Padilla
11.Unborn Sighs Roscoe Arbuckle
12. No Middle Ground
13-15
13. Mirrors of Deception
14. God's Little Rosebud Helen Lucille Seaboch
15. Where is My Moon? Jose Manuel Raposo Nunes da Silva/
Federico Garcia Lorca
16-18
16. Wandering Soul
17. You were there first Jose Tolentino Jr.
18. Flowers for the General Gen.Artemio Ricarte
19-21
19. Defiant Hummingbird Capt.Panfilo Villaruel
20. I want to say a word that touches
21. All that I can say
22-24
22. Every Filipino The Filipino People
23. 18 January, 1923 Wallace Reid
24. Disconnection Vriginia Salcedo Rojas
25.. Blue
26.Language of Love Juan de Salcedo
27. Rainbow for Karac Robert Plant
28. My Beloved Brother Virgilio S.Rojas
29-30.
29. The Legend of the Black Dahlia Elizabeth Short
30. Dapartures
31-33.
31. The Archangel has Fallen Michael Monsoor
32. No Bitter Goodbyes Michael Dagerud
33. Winter Angel Michael Dagerud
POEMS FOR KEN WAHL
34. Aphrodisiac Nights Ken Wahl
