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This Michael Jackson foto contains ritratto, headshot, primo piano, and closeup.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
Back to poem site
Michael Jackson fan are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
