Please Tell Him God, Just for Me
If God had told me on that fateful day
That I would never see you again
Immediately, I would have asked for one more day with you
I feel so cheated that I never got to say goodbye
I was simply not prepared
So much shock and disbelief I felt on that day
When I heard my sweet love was gone
Has been forever burned into my memory
The heartache troubles me consistently
I have cried so many tears day and night
My soul grieves so deeply, I will never be the same
For on the day that you died my love
A piece of me did too
I thought so many times this past year
What would I do, what would I say
If I had another day with you.
But now it’s too late so I will pray to God to give you this message
To let you know how much you meant to me
God, please tell him what a beautiful person he was
Let him know how he stole my heart, I will always love him
Let him know that he was the finest example of what love should really be
Please tell him how much I believed in him as your servant
He tried so hard to emulate you
Let him know that despite the obstacles, lies and pain
The love and charity he gave to others was not in vain
Tell him how I admired his strength in adversity
Because it encouraged me on many days.
Please thank him for all the music, time and talent
He gave up his whole life to do
And God, please, please give him a big hug when you tell him this:
HE IS NO LONGER ALONE! Your love comforts him day and night
He does not cry from loneliness or ache with pains anymore
But most of all God, can please tell him how I miss him and I always will
But I can take comfort in knowing that he is in your care
You have have welcomed your Angel home
Where no one can hurt him again
He has safely made it home.
Love, Cutie Pie ♥
Life is too short so enjoy it……………….
Don’t live life in regret or you won’t live at all………..
You can’t look a head to the future if you keep looking back at the past………..
Live like there is no tomorrow, but be prepared in case it comes……………..
Follow your heart and your dreams………no one can do this for you
Be true to you…..you have to live with yourself 24 hours a day, seven days a week and you can never get away!
If you don’t forgive, then forgiveness is not there when you need it most………….
Most of all, love no matter what. It may hurt initially, God will bless you when you really do!
WHY DOES IT NEVER END?
I get up each morning, racing out the door
The day that lies a head is pretty much the same, quite a bore
I get through the day, sometimes barely I know
I can’t stand the redundancy of one day more.
Why does it never end? The pain I feel so pain deep inside
Of lost years of hopes and dreams
Deep sorrows on every side
Some people seem to live a charmed life
They seem to have it all together; everything always goes right
But is it all an illusion? Is it all man’s plight?
To find the keys to happiness, they seem so secretly hidden away
Is it really just a mystery or simply the choice we make each day?
I feel the answer is coming clear, I pray this mystery unfolds
Why does it never end? I really need to know!
The answer is simple, nothing big, nothing complex
If you don’t keep the faith, then life will be a mess.
You have to keep reaching for the keys, keep hoping, keep loving
The best years are just about to start
But you will never know this until you unlock all the secret hurt places in your heart.
“Victory at all costs, victory in spite of terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.” – Winston Churchill
YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
No matter where I go, no matter what I am doing
You are always on my mind
It’s nothing that I have to conjure up
Your presence follows me like a heavenly cloud
I see your face in my mind just as clear as day
I see your warm, sweet smile
I can hear your laughter so clear and pure
My thoughts and fantasies run wild
What would it be like just to know you, just to be in your presence
I can be at work, I can talk to friends
But it’s you that I am thinking of
What have you done to me?
Why won’t you let me go?
Why have you chosen me to love you so?
Those questions I can not answer so I don’t try to anymore
I just let it be and it feels so right to me
I can’t explain it, but I know what it is
It’s called love
Love knows no boundaries,
Loves does not judge and it does not need explanation
Love is all around if you are aware of it
It can sneak up on you and tap you, “tag your it!”
Once you have been tagged, you have to follow love’s course to the end
So I have been tagged by you
But I never want it to end
As long as I love you, things seem so right
Now I know why you stay on my mind………
It’s because you are so deep inside my heart.
I love you Michael…………………always. ♥
I was looking at your pictures today, missing you as usual. I closely studied your handsome features. I just can’t get enough of you. I love your expressive and penetrating eyes: they were the windows to your soul. They told us when you happy, sad or deeply hurt. Sometimes you simply hid them behind dark shades, when you didn’t want the world to know. Your gorgeous mane, drove us insane: from afro to long, short to curls, which you always wore “For Your Girls.” Your sweet lips……..a fine work of art, chiseled so full and sensual, curving and pouting…….so ripe for kissing. So full of song, sculpted and designed by the Great Creator himself. But underneath that divine feature framed the sweetest smile.
Your smile unfolds like a budding flower, spreading wide open into a beautiful blossom. Those sensual lips spread into your cute dimples like a curtain, to reveal those sparkling white teeth. The radiance of love spreads all over your gentle face, entering into your eyes, making them shine and glow with sweet angelic light.
This is how Michael’s smile affects me. It makes me happy when I feel sad, it lifts me up when my heart is heavy. His smile is the sunshine on a rainy day, hope when things seem dark and love in its purest form. His infectious laughter makes me feel that everything is right with the world. Now I can laugh and smile………………….just because he did.
The Magical Stranger
Written By Valerie AKA MJ WAS A CUTIE PIE
April 28, 2011
Once upon a time, a stranger came to our town. Just the sight of him caused quite a stir. He did not appear to be like most people who had passed our way before. His footsteps were light and airy. His smile was bright and jovial. His face was extremely kind, almost angelic. His eyes were sparkling and mysterious as though they had seen many things beyond our space of time. He wore an old top hat, cocked to the side of his head. A cloth sack was slung on his back. His clothing was worn and torn into many strips. Each strip ended in many bright, vibrant colors. His mannerisms were playful and childlike. “Just who was this man?” We all wondered.
He continued his way into the village market. The crowd quickly gathered, silently parting like the Red Sea as he made his way through.
It was if a king had arrived. He walked a few paces further and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He pulled a small, black bag from his sack. From this bag he took out two colorful marbles. The marbles were made of shiny glass, which enshrined the most beautiful swirls of color inside. The people oohed and ahhed as he held them up high for all to see.
Suddenly, he tossed them on the ground. Our eyes followed them silently. As the marbles rolled along, they burst open and two tiny men appeared. They looked like leprechauns. Each of them held an instrument in their hands. We were shocked and scared but no one moved, waiting to see what would happen next. One man held a flute, the other a lyre. They were ready to play, but waited on the signal from our newly appointed sire. The Stranger held their glance as they watched for his cue.
Then he snapped into a pose.
He stood there for what seemed an eternity.
Then suddenly he turned his head. The musicians stayed at the ready on their instruments. The Stranger snapped his fingers and the musicians began to play the most beautiful melody. He began to dance and move around. The crowd moved further out of his way as the wind began to blow. But it was no ordinary wind. The Stranger became the wind. There are no words to accurately describe the scene, but this mere mortal will attempt to try. He was the wind, he became the sound. The lively, happy beat of the music was no longer coming from the instruments of two musicians. It was now coming from inside of him. As the music grew louder, the twin performers gradually disintegrated right before our very eyes.
Sounds of shock ruffled through the crowd. Who was this man or was he a man? No one knew but we couldn’t stop watching, spellbound, amazed and even some what reverential at his performance. As his feet began to spin in a vortex of color, the bright stripes from his outfit became a blur.
The music became frenzied, climbing higher and higher to its celestial peak. Oh those magical feet!! They were quick as lightning, yet light as a feather. Suddenly, he halted to another pose. The lines of his body were graceful as a gazelle, yet powerful like a panther ready to pounce. The crowd went wild. Some cheered and some cried at the magnificent performance of this Magical Stranger. He straightened his pose and resumed his joyful and light stroll through the town. The children eagerly followed, admiring the talents of their newly found friend.
The music inside of him started to play again and the rest of us followed him. We wanted to get to know him, to touch him, to be in his serene presence.
We followed him all the way to the end of the road, leading to the next town. The Stranger stopped and turned. He smiled at us as he bowed and tipped his hat, to bid us adieu. We knew our time with the Magical Stranger had ended. Our hearts grew heavy with this realization. We had just experienced something that day, something that changed inside of us. Many were renewed with the childlike wonderment they had lost over the years. In that short period of time, he had brought us hope and showed how to dream beyond our imagination.
He turned and whistled as he went on the next town. We watched him until we could see him no longer. We wanted to go with him but knew it was not meant to be. We wondered what it all meant. If only he could stay with us forever, but he could not. He was universal, not meant to be bound. He belonged to no one except the heaven that created him. He had a mission to spread the joy of music, love and peace to the world. The music was inside of him because he was the music, he was the sound, he was the rhythm. He was a spiritual force of nature that could not be contained. In essence, he was THE DANCE. His magic must be shared. He was L.O.V.E. He was the Stranger who touched us forever. His time was short, but his memory will last forever in the lives, hearts and dreams of all those he touched.
He was the “Friend of the Innocent.”
There was not a child born that he could not love.
He was the “Man in the Mirror.” He saw that changing the world began with him.
He did his part and didn’t look at his neighbor to make a difference.
He was “The Unbreakable One.”
Nothing couldn’t shake him or stop him, though many tried.
He was “The Invincible”
His music, magic and genius will always be legendary, until time is no more.
Tears of An Angel
One day I asked myself if angels really cry. I once thought that they didn’t because they are not troubled with the concerns of life as we are.
They don’t hurt, they can’t get sick and they don’t know heartbreak. They only live in heavenly places around the throne of God. But I found out that not all of God’s angels are at his throne.
Sometimes they may live among us, keeping us totally unaware of who they really are. They take on human form, walking the earth as a man or woman. They carry out God’s scared work to help mankind.
But there was a certain Angel who was sent to live on earth fifty years ago. On the day that he was born, his mother knew he was special.
He had large hands and feet and big, expressive eyes. As his mother looked in his sweet face, she wondered what she would name her seventh child.
“Call him Michael,” his grandmother said.
And that is exactly what she did.
Michael means, “Who is like God.” What better name could he have been called? He name depicts his calling to spread love and being Christ like. God chose his name and he chose Michael be one of his angels for a brief season.
Michael was also the name of an archangel of the highest rank in the Bible. Archangels were God’s messengers to perform various missions.
The archangel Michael was a warrior. Michael Jackson similarly can be seen as God’s messenger and warrior. He used his talents to spread love and joy through the world through music and caring for others. He paid a dear price for his efforts. As much as he received love, he also received hate, deceit and even ridicule. Nothing stopped him. He may have bended but he did not break. He may have stumbled, even to the ground but he got back up. Still he loved people, he loved children.
Michael Jackson Quotes
“When I see children, I see the face of God. That’s why I love them so much. That’s what I see.”
“Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts and only asks to be lived.”
“But I will never stop helping and loving people the way Jesus said to.”
“Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation.”
“They did it to try and belittle me, to try and to take away my pride. But I went through the whole system with them. And at the end, I – I wanted the public to know that I was okay, even though I was hurting.”
“I will say again that I have never, and would never, harm a child. It sickens me that people have written untrue things about me.”
“The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.”
“And my goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance.
“I’m just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarrass easily.”
“I’m trying to imitate Jesus in the fact that he said to be like children, to love children, to be as pure as children and to make yourself as innocent and to see the world through eyes of wonderment and the whole magical quality of it all.”
“I’ve helped many, many, many children, thousands of children, cancer kids, leukemia kids.”
“People think they know me, but they don’t. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.”
So, yes, angels do cry, they hurt, they sorrow, they bleed. Michael was our earthly Angel. Many missed his true nature because they refused to see who he really was. I feel sorry for them in a way because they missed a miracle right before their eyes. He was the wounded messenger who never stopped caring. Much was taken from him while he was here.
So God finally said,
“Son, you have fought a good fight, you have kept the faith. Rest from all your worldly troubles and come back to me.”
Michael took his flight, much too soon in our eyes.
He lived the life of an ancient in such a short span of time.
May he forever rest in peace.
Written by Valerie aka MJ WAS A CUTIE PIE
May 2, 2011
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A Million Tears for You
It doesn’t matter how long you have been gone
My tears stay fresh and new
When I think of your smile, your laugh, your gentle ways
Your absence just makes me blue.
I try to remember all the good times you gave to my life
But the pain of you being gone cuts me like a knife
I cry for you at night and many times during the day
I long to be with you, hold you
The hurt of losing you just won’t go away.
You did not deserve even half the things that you went through
When I think of how much people lied on you, betrayed you
It more than my soul can bear
I can only imagine how heavy the load must have been for you.
Sometimes I can feel your presence and I know that you are with me.
Even in death, your love is so protective and strong
But I could never be there for you, it just all seems so wrong
That our paths never crossed.
The truth of that fact will never heal.
Now all I feel is great lost
How I long to show you in person how much you mean to me.
You would never want for anything for the rest of your life
No price would be too great to pay
Just to spend one moment with you or maybe even a day
I would spoil you as the alluring king that you are
I would be your fair maiden of love
I would love you until time was no more
Our love would be written about in fables
Classic and timeless, forevermore.
I cry bitterly when I think that we will never experience each other’s love and passion
I will never be able to give myself personally to you
My grief runs deep and it makes me unceasingly blue
I hope you know as you look from heaven how much you mean to me
I feel you so deep inside my heart and soul
It’s the love of a woman’s passion
It will never die or grow old
I will love you until I take my last breath
Until I see your sweet face again
This promise will always be kept
Nothing can take this love from my heart
‘Cause baby, you were the best
You were God’s gift to us from the start
Maybe time will help me cope, I really don’t know
But I will continue to cry and cry millions of tears
Because I just can’t let you go.
Preparing for another restless fight
I close my eyes, hoping that sleep should come
But I fidget and turn in my bed until quarter ‘til one.
Then suddenly like soft falling dew in the early dawn,
I find myself drifting away to the land of sweet somber and song.
In my dream, I am weightless and light
I don’t know where I will end up on this siesta’s flight
Then suddenly you appear; now I know that everything will be alright
The rendezvous we share is not very often, so we must cherish our time
Before the truth of reality takes us back to that unsurpassed line.
Your beautiful eyes sparkle with love for me, right from the very start
No words need to be spoken; I know what’s in your heart
Your kindness is so sweet, genuine and real
There is no other place that I would rather be than here
Tucked away safely with you, peaceful and calm.
If life had been fair, we would have met on earth
Now we can only meet in dreams
Dancing to eternity’s sweet song.
My dreams are so vivid that I believe I’m actually there
“Why can’t I stay here with you forever?” I cry
“Why do I have to go back there?”
“I don’t want to face another day without you, crying by myself in despair!”
“Please let me stay here with you! Or can you come back with me there?”
You smile and gently caress my cheek
As you lovingly stroke my hand
“You must go back, you cannot stay here.”
“It’s not your time yet, it’s not in God’s plan.”
“He has something greater for you to do”
“Give life a chance for something bigger than you.”
I want to protest, “No, this can’t be the way!”
I try to grab and hang on to you
But I feel your soft hands slipping away
I’m being pulling back against my will to hopelessness and gloom
I awake to find myself again in my lonely, empty room
I cry and cry because I don’t want to let you go
Now I know why you don’t come too often because you know it hurts me so
But you know how much I grieve for you; my love always bring you back
I need your comfort to strengthen me until our next meeting of chance
Once day there will be no more good byes
Only hellos, hugs and beautiful smiles
That’s the day that I wait for; nothing will ever be the same again
You are my hero; my heart’s affection
And I will love you until the very end
Time Won’t Heal The Broken Heart In Me
Another year is almost gone
A baby is born; yet someone dies
The circle of life moves on
They tell me that time waits for no one
I have found this fact to be true
But time will never heal how much I miss you
I wake up each day
I smile, I may even laugh,
But there is always sorrow waiting in my lonely room
The memories, the crushing regrets
They always come back to haunt me
Reminding me that life can end far too soon
My mind is my place of torture
My heart holds the secrets and pain
My eyes see the vision
Of opportunities that I can never regain
Millions of times, I have wished
That I had followed the desires’ of my heart
To not have settled for what was near
But I was too afraid to let go
Too afraid to break free
Too afraid to do what was right for me
But now you are gone
Bringing the reality home
That we should live our life today;
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
But I reach out to you from the depths of my spirit
I know that I have found you there
I can always connect with you
I always know you care
It’s your sweet love that I feel
Your tender heart I know;
It surrounds me in comfort
Even when I cry all alone
No, you are not God
Nether you, nor I, ever claimed that you were
But you had His gifts burning within you
The most precious of all: L.O.V.E
But even with our new found connection
I still long for what can never be
For I know that time will never heal
The broken heart in me.
Valerie aka Cutie Pie 11/25/11
The Person Before You
I am a broken person
I hurt in many ways
I hide how I really feel inside
I try to find ways to cope
But it doesn’t change how I feel
I smile and laugh but alone, I cry
No one knows the pain that lives within
This is not simply a poem or a copy paste to send to friends
This is the REAL person inside of me finally revealing myself to you
I hope that you will understand and won’t turn away
I’m a private person so it took great courage for me to say
How I am really feeling today, but I do this
Hoping that it will help ease the avalanche of emotions
That are starting to cave
I hope someone will understand me
And even pray because I truly need a hug and some love today.
And most of all dear God, please set me free
So I can finally be the person that you intended me to be
Written 4/29/12 By Valerie aka Cutie Pie
LINKS TO MY OTHER POEMS AND WRITINGS (SEE BELOW)
Please Don’t Hurt Michael – A Reflection Of The Heart
Our Broken Hearts – A Cry For Justice
My Personal Review Of The Book, “My Friend Michael”
My Funny Valentine
Child Of Wonder
Our Trial is Not Over, But We Shall Survive
The Eyes Of Love: A Poem For My Valentine
Ode To Michael’s Hands
Hands so gentle
Hands of love
Hands of hope
Divinely crafted by the maker above
Folded in prayer
Touching a child’s hair
Waving to a crowd
Spread out wide
Hands of inspiration
Poised in song
Those gentle instruments, strong and long
You’re hands knew humility
Shyness, joy and even pain
They embraced with affection
Held those who were weak
Raised in victory
Lovingly connected to friends
Gloved and jeweled, priceless and pure
For all these reasons, this is why I love the hands of Michael Jackson
You’re hands may have changed over the years
But your heart of gold never did
With love and kisses,
From Your Cutie Pie
Poem: Morning Magic
Written By MJ WAS A CUTIE PIE ( 3/10/13)
Waking up this morning
Into the early dawn
I see the sun peeking over the horizon
As I stretch and yawn
Its beauty shines like diamonds
Brilliant and twinkling in every hue
But as I gaze in admiration
At God’s magnificent creation
It reminds me so much of you.
Like the sun, you are brightness and glory
A billion sparkling, colorful rays
You make me smile whenever I see you
Expressing sweet, love and tenderness to others
The seamless embodiment of style and grace
You symbolize loves’ eternal mystery
In everything you do
Hope is restored, joy is present, and love is born anew
I see the world in a different light
Because I am looking through your eyes
Your songs, your poems, your heartfelt words
Stirs my heart, it becomes energized
The magic of this morning is touching something deep inside
The promise of a new day’s joy, I simply cannot hide
Today would be absolutely perfect if you could enjoy it too
For not even the exquisite splendor of the sun
Could ever distract me from missing you
Your loving spirit is so beautiful….it’s the part of you that will live forever.
♥ I will always love you, Michael ♥