Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
MICHAEL JACKSON
Magical Child
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature's glee
Beauty, love was all he'd see
He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fight
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysteroius force which they could not handle
In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss
The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn't confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed
Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
IS he real?He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What's his destiny?What's his fate?
And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simpel, sincere
All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature's scheme, never to die
Don't stop this child, he's the father of man
Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan
I am that child, but so are you
You've just forgotten, just lost the clue
Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear
If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Wave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane
Deep inside, you know it's true
Just find that child, it's hiding in you
How I Make Music
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 heart holds it all together. When
you join 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..
Saturday, October 3, 2009
RANDY SIMON AND PAULA
THE SHOW IS GOOD ,WHAT MAKES IT UNIQUE,
IS THE COMENTS THE JUDGES GIVE
SPECIALLY SIMON , WHO DOES NOT THINK TWICE
TO SAY SOMTHING THAT MAKES THE CONTESTANT ,
WISH THEY WAS DEAD HE HE HE NOT REALLY ,
I AM JOKING ,DO NOT TAKE IT TO HEART SIMON ,
YOU ARE THE BEST .
THIS SHOW WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ORDINARY SHOW IF IT WR NOT FOR YOU THREE,
I FEEL SAD PAULA IS NOT IN THE NEXT SEASON, LETS HOPE THE POPULAR ELLEN WILL KEEP THE SHOW AS GOOD AS IT WAS OR PERHAPS MUCH BETTER
DATED 4TH OCTOBER 2009
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