Liberian eyes

Those Liberian eyes have found home
Everything's kept in the back of the michaelphone
tired, unmoved and sadly lonesome
The diamond mates align unseen along  the shadow:
the guitar, the drums, the bass, the costumes, the dancers, the piano
They make no sound but would say No
to any break of silence now
they are waiting for the never-coming show
the throbbing floor of old disco
immortalized alone..

In a Pepsi taste he does a pirouette in speed
and makes the cover of the paper news they read
He embraced a snake and owned a chimp
and loving them he's proved he's wit
The little prince became a little nose
and provoked the trouble of some doubts and noise
and singing when performing, he could surpass
the triumph of own previous success.
The thriller got off the wall of Motown
and Bad it was that broke the vows down.
He dangerously healed and held the time
and smiled for the heart of Bucharest
splendidly vivid and terribly true
he said 'Children, I love you'
alike a coveted  caress...

The stage had space for the moon
and the hat was raining curls down to the magic shoes
The spotlight shaped the presence
of the beautiful versatility
the hands of wisdom would point out
a divine mistery.
and so on, triggering hysteria successively.
Historically and progressively,
stage was his Family.

Lisa got his number
and she ain't his friend
they smiled hand in hand
and kissed for an end.
But he was not alone, on the way to Moscow
he danced to escape from sorrow..
And he started to hope less in another tomorrow
People thought he wasn't able
then noticed that being faithful
was just a mask he had to practice
for not being eaten alive yet & to the full.
The life however was half taken
He was pushed with the cuffs in the dim shadow
and beliefs in children's eyes were poignantly broken..

His heart survived cunning injustices
His soul killed new born boundaries
Still people were blind to believe and think of.. hypocrisies..

The show wants to go on
for millions beloved
this wasn't it
the 'it' was yet to come
but Earth became a mouth of lies
from where angels could only rise
so he rose, in the ovation from the bottom of those wise
who remained unwanted
on the field taken for granted...

While the sky becomes a trajectory of stars
made of prayers and conscience wars
Will again be stabilized
the power to civilize?
In the name of the right sample
of innocence materialized
in those Liberian eyes..