anda are the sun

Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are anda just
Floating by, a awan 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 anda care, have anda 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, buku of history...

Michael was very tired. He had worked all hari 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 favorit and Dora The Explorer Goes To School and that was Paris's...

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One hari in the spring, back around the Thriller days, Majestik and fledgling super bintang 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 selanjutnya to him but was leaning down looking at the ground and crying.

He berkata “Michael, What are anda 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 jaket 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 jantung the chalk broke into pieces. "Aww come...