So, I was on leave returning for a visit to my Wife’s native Country, Magyarorszag(Hungary), at a beautiful, massive, low, shallow(humble) lake where the Austrians and Hungarians like to reunite, share rhythmic dancing, historic reminisce.(about how all Earthly Kingdoms have their Golden Age, and then fall.) Of course, at the same time overindulging in liquid barley and American Tobacco.
Oh Yeah, The part About Michael Jackson… (And Matis)
As the story goes, I was approached by a Handsome Hungarian man who powerfully greeted me and said, YO! Matis! ” Matisyahu?” “Nah, I’m prettier than this Man!” “But I’d truly say, He is a Man I Stand Up Too in Spiritual Longing. “Wink.”
And then Hungarian DJs began raining Michael Jackson down upon the ancient shores of this present day resort town. “Heal The World”. I Lost Myself once again, for we had also just Lost Michael Himself. My Soul split wide open, my resistance poured out from my feet and my head was bleeding in musical memories of my late golden 80’s (and a bit of the 70’s). I was hit with the realization that in like such a way, this Good Man’s Soul and Imagination had also likewise been poured out into the “Clay for The Vases” of many young and developing children’s minds and hearts The Whole World Over. The Image of A Man whom Molded His Struggle of abuse and neglect, forming into gold, darkness to light.(spiritual alchemy)
So anyways…
After a Later time finding myself back in The U-S of A.
I was struck through mediation to realize how his spirit has really been carried on By Such great artists, like Matis Himself. Blind praise from a blind Fan?
Nah, It’s in the works. Call me blind, but I ain’t def.
Youth, Smash Lies! and Dream Awake!
