A poem dedicated to the fans of Whitney Houston, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson,
and others who made us laugh, love and cry over the years. May they RIP!

A poem I wrote days after hearing about the death of Michael Jackson.

I heard in a song once “I’m not gonna spend my life being a color” but isn’t that what separates us from dogs, their colorblind. Clear Conscious… I spend most of my life being invisible, it is how I survive but is that what I want.

My dedication to the King of Pop.

In a strange turn of events, Whitney Houston’s estate probably will not gain anything if sales of her albums and songs increase since her death.

Simon Cowell today paid tribute to Whitney Houston and said the warning signs that she “still had problems” came after the singer made an erratic appearance on The X Factor in 2009.

Despite battling her personal demons, the Syco boss, 52, did reveal she was to be considered for a mentor role on the US version of the reality show – with discussion meetings to commence tomorrow.

He also alluded to iconic stars Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse, saying the tragic passing of Whitney was simply “horrible”.

The new book “Jacko”

The Golden Gate: l.7.

I must succeed, I must succeed, must succeed, SUCCEED. Simplicity is all it takes to succeed, dreaming is the root of success, action taken after dreaming is the road to success…

The tragedy of "wasted" genius?