MJ
He ‘s a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancin’ machine….watch him get down, watch him get down…
Lifted elevation floats across the stage effortlessly yet tight with pressure…coils and recoils to exceed his own level, rise high above his high standards, watch him get down…study masters to be the best…perfects perfection and sparks generations of disciples to soar in intellectual kinetic insight..moving as a beat across nations harking humanity to reign above the isms…crouching in pain yet singing his song…so do you remember the time… his destiny triumphant against, across and off the wall, healing the world always wanting to be where you are… at our deepest sound trying to love, on a planet missing our majesty… clothed in otherness languages babbled in exterior materialistic misguiding, an arresting of our collective souls with bits and nodes eroding our earthly selves on this spiritual glide we traverse…he moves us to a higher plane vibrating excellence crying out with every refinement neoclassicism classed… to the seventh degree…as he dances in his angelic atelier…sprinkling stardust across the skies… automatic systematic, a dynamite attraction …watch him get down…
Michael J. Jackson moves