Michael Jackson

Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a ulap of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history...

Michael was very tired. He had worked all araw and night on his new album Invincible. All he wanted to do was sleep. He called his nanny, Grace Rwanda and asked her to make sure that nobody disturbed him while he took a nap. Grace agreed and led his three adorable children, Prince, Paris, and Blanket out of his room. After they went downstairs to the playroom, Michael went to sleep.

In the playroom,Grace and the children played a variety of games together. Soon it was story time, and she read The Engine That Could,which was Prince's paborito and Dora The Explorer Goes To School and that was Paris's...

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One araw in the spring, back around the Thriller days, Majestik and fledgling super bituin but not yet King of Pop, Michael were at the compound at Hayvenhurst, the Jackson home, just hanging out together. They were headed down the driveway to the studio at the back of the property. They were bantering back and forth in conversation while walking along. Majestik was talking to Michael when he realized Michael was no longer susunod to him but was leaning down looking at the ground and crying.

He sinabi “Michael, What are you doing?” Michael responded with...

It was a chilly afternoon. I was sitting down on the cold sidewalk alone in front of my house. The wind blew my brown hair in my face, which made me constatntly push it away. The cold breeze would hit my skin making me shiver a little bit. I should've listened to my Mom when she told me to take a dyaket with me, but, as usual, I didn't. I took a yellow chalk stick out of the box in front of me. It was half-used. I got on my knees and wrote my name on the concrete, "G-E-N-E-S-I-S" I would say to myself as I wrote my name. When I dotted my "I" with a puso the chalk broke into pieces. "Aww come...

She’s looking for a job and a finer place to stay,
She’s looking for the hope and the empty promises,
She’s working two jobs, keeping alive,
She works in a restaurant during day,
She waits her life away,
She wipes her tears away.
She hides inside every time she feels this way,
And she’s …inside, every time her baby cries.

Chorus:
Keeping your head up to the sky!
Keeping your mind stay alive,
Keeping your wings so we can fly,
Keep your head up, tonight!
Keeping your head up to the sky,
Are we could just rise up, tell me now?
Give me your wings so we can fly!

Killing up the life in...

When people ask me ‘what is the greatest moment of your life thus far’, I do not hesitate for one moment: it was the night I got to play the piano for Michael Jackson.

Let me back up a little. Michael and my dad became friendly when he moved to New York in 2001 to record his album, Invincible. While I am well aware of the many controversies that surrounded Michael Jackson’s life, they had no bearing on the evenings that my family and I got to spend with him. My family was lucky enough to get to know him and his beautiful, lovely children, away from the flash of cameras and the chants of...

My Final Interview With Michael Jackson
By Billy palumpong on June 26, 2009 7:50 AM


What did God say when Michael arrived? DID he arrive? Was he consoled and embraced and ultimately released from all of his childhood pain or was he admonished for what many suspect but thankfully don't have confirmed?

There is an inescapable tanong mark as to the ethics and balance of Michael Jackson that goes with him to his grave. It is most assuredly not what Michael had in mind when he set out to be pop music's "P.T. Barnum", the man in the middle of the circus.

Although, let's be real, anyone who reportedly...