Michael Jackson

She tries to run away from him. But he pulls her back in. He mesmerizes and bewitches her with his eyes. She is putty in his hands and he knows it. He does not have to say anything to her. All he has to do is look at her and her knees get weak and she melts. She tries to fight her feelings for him, but she can't resist him. To see him smile again, she would fulfill his every desire. She feels like she is going crazy because she can't stop thinking about him. Every night he is the bituin of her dreams. She wants to be the lady in his life for all time. She knows now that she will never escape him because she has fallen in pag-ibig with Michael Jackson.

Michael my heart,

last night I dream of you,
you were embracing me from my back.
I heard your heartbeat and it beats so fast,
like our promise that our pag-ibig will never end.

We had so much fun together,
that I wished to go on forever.
Talks and laugh ,kissing and cuddling,
like no other people existing.

Holding each others hands while we walked,
all your attention was just for us.
I can't think of anything when you talked,
but I pag-ibig you madami and more, you see.

We stopped walking and you looked at me sweetly,
then you leaned over and kissed me.
My puso popped out and I saw butterflies,
you sinabi you pag-ibig me truly. oh sorry and then, I awake up and my dream was to end.
It was still a memory to reminisce, your halik was so tender and sweet.

pag-ibig and miss you !! ♥

Ryan White, symbol of justice
Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you gone?

Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays

I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light

Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, or child of fiction?

I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife

While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises

Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety

I miss you, Ryan White
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy

In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow

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People ask me how I make music. I tell them I
just step into it.It's like stepping into a river and
joining the flow. Every moment in the river has
it's song. So I stay in the moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same. A walk
through the woods brings a light, crackling
song:Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and
Squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and
the beat of my puso holds it all together. When
you sumali the flow, the music is inside and outside,
and both are the same. As long as I can listen to
the moment, I'll always have music.

Michael Jackson's children definitely have the bug -- the one that makes you give away large sums of money -- because they just helped make a $10,000 donation to one of MJ's paborito charities.



Earlier this week, Prince, Paris, and Blanket presented a check for $10K to the L.A. Housing Corporation -- a group that provides shelter for homeless families. Sources tell us Michael used to take his kids to volunteer with the group.

We're told the massive chunk o' change came from grandma Katherine Jackson's memorabilia biz.

MJ's heirs made the donation on behalf of his Heal the World Foundation. All three of them joined the group's Youth Board of Advisors last year.