Spirit Of The Rhythm♚ Book 1

Final Chapter♚

*Michael's Point Of View *

twist my words, cut my heart out of my chest and rip it up as if paper, take the food out of my mouth and make me watch you eat it, downgrade me from a MAN to a MONSTER, take every piece of dignity I did have and throw it away, belittle me, and beat me with these harsh word's,take my name and sell it as if it was nothing, take my pride again and again, and while you are at it... put my kid's in the mix!, take take take... take me... just take me...,

every since that interview 10 months ago, nothing has been the same, and now... I'm slowly taking my heart from the rode where they left it and I am slowly stitching the pieces back on, but I'm guessing that was the beginning, right now my soul is dead, I'm not here I'm just a lingering spirit, I'm not here just a mirage, they ask am I ok, look in my face and ask me am I OK?,look into my eyes which haven't been dry in months, if you want why don't you answer my children when they ask me if I'm ok, you answer them when they ask why I no longer let them play outside, you try to explain why in the hell their faces is in the newspaper with some random man with a question mark over his damn face!, I'm a man... a broken man... a man who isn't afraid to cry... but is afraid of failure.. and I've truly failed, I don't know what to do anymore... I don't know myself.. I don't know Michael  Jackson... I don't even know The King Of Pop.. but I do know, Michael no longer trusts.. no longer let people define him... no longer cries of shame and hurt... no longer takes crap.. I don't know Michael Jackson but I do know, Michael Joseph Jackson..and Michael Joseph Jackson, is a new man..a stronger better man....

*6 years later *

"Hey dad can you please tell Blanket to stop trying to give me a wet willy!? ",Paris said running in, I laugh, you guys calm down or I'll put you in time out, I said sternly, yes I do discipline my children, Blanket huffs and stops sitting at the barstool in the kitchen as I finish up with breakfast, yes I cook, "dad can I have pancakes with the chocolate chip smiley face again please? ",he said giving me puppy dog eyes, I flash him a smile, already done buddy!, "oh yeah! "he said fist pumping in the air then starts doing his signature 'pancake dance', I couldn't help but laugh almost forgetting the eggs were done, go tell Michael and Paris breakfast is ready, he nods doing some Spiderman stances then finally ran upstairs, after a few minutes,Michael (Prince) and Paris come down with Blanket rushing through them, "pancakes!! ",I look at him I love how animated he is, ok let's all eat but first you know to say your grace ok?, they nod and I reach for Paris hand as they quickly follow what I start and Blanket is on my left holding my hand and Michael's, we bow our head and said grace...

*few hours later *

I've been thinking about alot of stuff, I've been asked am I coming back, am I going to ever tour again, honestly I'm scared, because of all the rejection I got in 2005 with the trail, so many people switched side's, all the people I called my 'friend ',they vanished, left me alone in my own battle, and I'm tired of being scared I want people to know that I'm here and here to stay with or without you I got this, I hope my fan's still love me I'm sure they do, they mean alot during the whole trial they were there with posters saying I'm innocent standing outside my hotel and everything, and I'm forever greatful ,even though I had to leave my precious Neverland, and move to L.A I'm sad but happy, L.A is ok I get more privacy a bit, it made me feel more confident plus I've been having so much inspiration to write, so maybe just maybe I'll come back, throughout my self journey I found out alot, I found out there's this sort off tempo that follows they call it life and my life is that a steady tempo and my heart gives my life rhythm but I know it's something else... me I am the spirit that I call a rhythm... I am..THE SPIRIT OF THE RHYTHM...

To Be Continued...

P's.: look out for a book 2!!