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Remembering Michael's Birthday
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
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You have inspired me to never give up on dreams, hope, life, and love. He has given me a gift that no other person in music has given me and that is all the love, and joy and hard work that he puts into his music. That when ever you hear a song you love to dance to and sing to and just have fun, that is what I see in Michael Jackson he puts all that and makes magic and dreams come to life. He has given me all that to make my dreams come true and that is to become a lover of all just like him, never giving up.
Never again to see Michael’s smile light up the skies.
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Don't Stop Till You Get Enough!
To the roaring sound of his fans’..
Happy Birthday Michael!
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Don't Stop Till You Get Enough!
To the roaring sound of his fans’..
Happy Birthday Michael!
You have inspired me to never give up on dreams, hope, life, and love. He has given me a gift that no other person in music has given me and that is all the love, and joy and hard work that he puts into his music. That when ever you hear a song you love to dance to and sing to and just have fun, that is what I see in Michael Jackson he puts all that and makes magic and dreams come to life. He has given me all that to make my dreams come true and that is to become a lover of all just like him, never giving up.
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Controlled!?
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Monday, August 10, 2009
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When someone tells me that I'm really smart; I love it! Then someone else tells me that I'm dumb. I get upset and find it so hard to be outsmarted. I wondered why?
Maybe because at the end of the day I know I'm smart, but find it hard to realize that there are people who will outsmart me and that they always wanted to be ahead of me. So then I realize my life is like a competition, I'm controlled by this competition.
So are you! Our competition starts from the reproductive tract..still controlled!?
Maybe because at the end of the day I know I'm smart, but find it hard to realize that there are people who will outsmart me and that they always wanted to be ahead of me. So then I realize my life is like a competition, I'm controlled by this competition.
So are you! Our competition starts from the reproductive tract..still controlled!?
J'ai besoin de vous ici avec moi..
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I wait not for the one who makes me take a second look, but for the one who makes me never want to look away in the first place...
Exciting emotions.. beautiful song..
Listen to Daniel Bedingfield here:
If youre not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If youre not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call ?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
If youre not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call ?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
My beautiful poem...
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
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Alone, in the pitch dark;
Lost my way, I ponder of her;
Her face, her smile, her eyes;
Divinity in motion;
All that I wish now;
To see her again;
As she is the only one;
Who really matters to me.
I think of her all the time;
Hoping, one day I will call her mine.
At night when I'm alone,
I tend to think about her.
Asking myself constantly-
why cant life be different?
If life were different,
we would be happy together.
If comparing her to anyone else,
she always comes out above.
Her beauty and elegance,
are that of my poem;
though expressive not fully appreciated!
Now I'm sleeping,
and what does my dream consist of?
Not of her beauty,
but of her love.
Tomorrow will be the same,
another lonely night.
Wanting so badly,
to hold her tight.
My beautiful poem!
Lost my way, I ponder of her;
Her face, her smile, her eyes;
Divinity in motion;
All that I wish now;
To see her again;
As she is the only one;
Who really matters to me.
I think of her all the time;
Hoping, one day I will call her mine.
At night when I'm alone,
I tend to think about her.
Asking myself constantly-
why cant life be different?
If life were different,
we would be happy together.
If comparing her to anyone else,
she always comes out above.
Her beauty and elegance,
are that of my poem;
though expressive not fully appreciated!
Now I'm sleeping,
and what does my dream consist of?
Not of her beauty,
but of her love.
Tomorrow will be the same,
another lonely night.
Wanting so badly,
to hold her tight.
My beautiful poem!
Overcome..
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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"Whoso eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, hath eternal life; and I will raise him up at the last day" - bible .. I am!