By Michael Joseph Jackson

Consciousness express itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye,but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing,I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments,I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.

I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved.I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing...then It is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing...and dancing...and dancing. Until there is only...the dance.

by Michael Jackson

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Children with a dream

“I’ve always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul. I’d like to sit by a fire and tell people stories – make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I’d like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I’ve always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel, knowing they have that power. I sometimes feel I could do it. It’s something I’d like to develop. In a way, songwriting uses the same skills, creates the emotional highs and lows, but the story is a sketch. It’s quicksilver. There are very few books written on the art of storytelling, how to grip listeners, how to get a group of people together and amuse them. No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just you and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.” –Michael Jackson, in Moonwalk

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From "Dancing the dream"

I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought

I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought

I am the dew drop, the sunshine, the storm

I am the phenomenon, the field, the form

I am the desert, the ocean, the
sky

I am the Primitive Self in you and I

Michael Jackson

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Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists.

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Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson is accused of pedophilia by Chandler's father. I can't report articles from tabloids and journals about this accuse because journals have got the rights reserved but everyone of us knows what they've done to the King,to the man,to the dancer...to Michael Jackson.

But I wanna use one of his sentences: the whole world has to answer right know just to tell you once again

WHO'S BAD?

I ask just a thing...we ask just a thing..JUSTICE and I know that in the United States it is possible.

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Planet Earth,my home,my place

A capricious anomaly in the sea of space,

Planet Earth are you just

Floating by, a cloud 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

Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood

Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood

Your misty clouds, your electric storm

Were turbulent tempests in my own form

I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet

Of every encounter, of passion, of heat

Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste

Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste

In your beuaty, I've known the how

Of timeless bliss, this moment of now

Planet Earth, gentle and blue

With all my heart, I love you

by Michael Joseph Jackson