It was a while before the storyteller came back to me. Tonight's story is somewhat unique, he says cleverly, and calls for a different kind of introduction. With a tilt of my head, I asked what he meant, and he answered me. Once a time ago, there was a boy and a girl.
They both loved to sing, but never met, and felt that sting.
One knew so much about the other, like a sister and a brother. I giggled. When the boy became an angel, she could see his halo,
when no one else could, and she knew that she should,
listen to his voice, and become one with his soul. And so the girl did? I asked. You learn quickly. He chuckled. You see, when they sang together, he said, suddenly taking flight, they rode the wind and glorified the earth, through morning, afternoon, and night! His wings were warm with God's eternal light, and her heart was warm with His love. Because with God, everything is possible... isn't it? I asked. He smiled. Do you believe? I nodded. Another smile took his face. Remember there are different religions, as there countries, continents, oceans, places,
races, and faces and other things that make this world unique. So... What I'm saying is...? Our singing is unique to the world? He took me in his arms, and flew around, happy as could be, and he spins around in playful glee. And this chapter is complete! he cheers. See the beautiful lesson you learned? I giggled, and sang as we flew, a song, joyful, alive, and new. He sat me down, and noticed my face, a drowsy look and a heart's slow pace. Tired now? he whispered, holding me in his arms kept from the negatives and all of its harm. The song he sings is a sweet lullaby, of a scared little girl, afraid of the night. I fall asleep as secure as can be... This story is for all to see;
let the world hear you sing,
let your song take prideful wing! ©LJ 18 May 2013 
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I walked the house of many mirrors, many eyes, many tears.
Many sullen faces of those who grieve, and those who believe.
See these ones who love you? my soul calls to me, this burden be
a hardship I always fought, and gave in; bought.
Look at yourself. the voices cry, but I deny.
Tears burn my eyes, stake at the core, nothing more,
but to see my life in anothers eyes, anothers twisted, maybe simple ties.
Then a story, flashed before me, a feel of glory.
You are beautiful. she says. Beautiful.
Am I beautiful? Beautiful? ...Beautiful?
But this is a mirror, filled with many sullen tears,
My heart breaks, and causes my soul to shake.
A voice speaks from within and told me, let gladness win.
She longs for my embrace, and in this moment we chose not to waste.
Look within my eyes, I speak to her soul, and her tears become whole.
If I am to be, I will be the sun in your world of rain, so that you never grieve again.
Someone tell me, who I am, and if I'm damned.
But I am not condemned, or a figment, or pretend.
I am human, just asking for someone to care, someone to be there.
A life of pain, abuse, and personal gain.
From my shadows, in this world of rain, I can never hide again.
Myself, I can not hide, although I cry, I look inside,
Maybe I am beautiful after all. my soul calls out, sore, forevermore.
And yet again, I walked the house of many mirrors, many eyes, many tears.
And some of those tears are my own, always shown, no matter where I go.
©LJ
13 April, 2013 
"Because truth sometimes hurts,
we try to cover it with lies.
Because death sometimes hurts,
we try to cover it with life.
Because modesty sometimes hurts,
we try to cover it with humbleness
Because hate sometimes hurts,
we conquer it with love. Sometimes,
a heart will do everything before it finally shatters.
That's the thing about life;
when lived in love, we shatter happily,
knowing we have showed kindness
to our mothers, fathers, grandparents,
brothers, sisters, cousins,
aunts, uncles, neices, nephews,
grandchildren...
Oh, don't you know,
the list gots on and on!! And sometimes,
a person has to go through something horrible,
for them to know how great their love is.
Now He knows,
just how great your's is, was, and will be." ©LJ
29 April 2013
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I have felt the clouds in the sky,
I'm soaring higher than the eyes can see.
It feels so wonderful to have these burdens,
but at the same time, I have to let them go.
I have felt the rain lash my back, like a whip,
and I go back,
into my habitat,
where love is the only thing that I know,
and euphoria is the law,
and ecstasy and intimacy,
is all I spiritually saw.
Would you mind, if,
all that ever happened in my life,
was making others happy?
To those who don't know love,
might I show them through my soul?
To those broken,
might I make them whole?
Could I hear the outcry
of a screaming friend,
wondering what I am? ♥©LJ
10 August 2012, 1:58am EST
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And here we are. I can tell you everything in my heart. You can tell me everything in your heart. We don't judge each other. I can confide my fears in you. You can confide your fears in me. We don't ridicule each other. I can rest my head on your shoulder. You can rest your head on my shoulder. We don't deny each other. We are still the sleepy children of Neverland. We are not fairies, but to survive, someone needs to believe in us. We are still the frightened children of nightmares. We are not figments, but to perish, someone needs to comfort us. We are still the friends of the world. We are not enemies, but to continue, someome needs to trust us. Hear the beautiful piano in your heart? It's the same that plays in my dreams. It's beautiful, isn't it? Hear the songs of yesterday in your tales? It's the same that I hear in stories. It's wonderful, isn't it? Hear the thunderstorm raging in your mind? It's the same one that rages my soul. It's spiritual, isn't it? And here we are again. ©LJ 1 April, 2013 
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Here we are,
near and far.
Everything is beautiful,
everything is wonderful
wandering this new world. Wide awake,
but sound asleep.
What's this life to make? To be hand in hand
in this euphoric land
is all that I could want,
and all that I want
is to be by her side. Holding his hand,
in my fragile, trembling hand,
in this world so grand. Through this magical sunrise, we sat
on a soft, grass covered mat.
To keep her from harm,
I held her in my arms
and rocked her to the breeze of the wind. Like a swing,
in a state of sleep and wake...
which one is to bring? Flowers bloom, all around
never lost, always found.
I took a small boquet
and made from stemsm a ray
of flowers 'round her little head. A crown of flowers.
We pretend as if we rule the lands
every waking hour. To my chest, she lays her head,
where I know thought is never dead.
As she closes her eyes
to my sweet lullaby...
Oh, how she wishes to simply drift away. I now decide,
that I sleep.
In he, my soul abides. In our sweet little world,
springtime unfurls
all around,
safe and sound...
Forever we will stay. He carries me to a blue lake,
under the Giving Tree
and suddenly, awareness breaks. A bed of only floral designs,
a blanket and pillow to smooth the lines...
as I aid in the end of her physical quest,
for her and my eternal rest... He sleeps beside
and soon we will rise... Requiem Aeternam. ________________________________________________________________________________ 19 March 2013
©LJ This is a short, beginning follow-up to an earlier poem called Sunflowers In His Hair. My intent was to make this a story in poetry. To understand this one, read that one. ^__^ This is what happens when I get bored and fed up with Chemistry. It was awesome we had a substitute today. XD -LOVE LIVES FOREVER- L.Y.D.I.A.
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No matter who you are, know that peace awaits us all. Just know that there's an angel bound to catch you when you fall. As the sunrise fades away and sets into the sky, just know that somewhere out there, an angel's standing by. To all the unknown soldiers who wallow in their tracks, just know that there's a force out there that's bound to bring you back. So if a need to find a way out of this rising storm, let your wings burst open and come into this form. Hope is not completely lost, now, just you wait and see, 'cause I know somewhere out there, an angel sets you free. Date Unknown. ©LJ Yes. It's about a angel. XD If I remember correctly, a picture of a sunrise inspired this poem. I had saved it into a draft on my blog, and never pulled it back out. ~L.Y.D.I.A~
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Unaware, they start to gather a crowd. So to say, they're lost instead of found. Skipping, to the rhythm of their hearts. So to say, the most unique form of art. Dancing, to the drums of their long quest. So to say, they'd never find their rest. Singing, to the song of their Creator. So to say, a love so new and greater. Bowing, humble to the cheering crowd. So to say, they became rather proud. Sneaking, out of shy and comforted shells. So to say, a story never to tell. Running, to find a peace in mind. So to say, to leave the crowd behind. Guided, to a place to call their home. So to say, a place for minds to roam. Upon, a bed of softly covered sheets. So to say, it's time to go to sleep. Humming, a very precious lullaby. So to say, they close their drowsy eyes. Resting, to gain their strength from above. So to say, in their mission of love. ©LJ 19 February, 2013 
http://secretdoorofmagicalchild.blogspot.com/ (My happy little home. XD This is my poetry blog.
I've taken poems from here and moved them there, vise versa.
Some, I think, you will have never seen.
But since mjtripper formally asked me to post the link to my blog here,
I have done so. I'd like to thank everyone who reads my poems.
Your encouragement keeps me writing! I might have a new poem soon!
Ideas keep bouncing around in my head! :D) And... just out of curiosity, does anyone know what's wrong with the NOTES?
I can't see any of my messages in my inbox! D:
And it says I have a message in my inbox.
Is the NOTES getting updated? :O I'll see you all later! :D L-O-V-E! <3 L.Y.D.I.A
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A group of children without a game,
a group of soldiers without a name;
a heart of gold, without a love,
a magician of trickery, without a dove... A comedian without a joke,
a vase of glass without it broke;
a billion stars without a sky,
a warm hello without a goodbye... A sheet of paper without the lines,
a life so carefree without the fines;
a doll so precious without a friend,
a world of beauty without an end... A chest of magic without a spell,
a gift to show, without it's tell; A spirit's heart, without a mind...
A bouquet of flowers, without a bind... A lonely artist, without his art,
a pair of friends, without depart; A lonely Me, without a You,
A soft 'I Love', without 'You Too...'" ©LJ 3 February, 2013 Tonight I just want peaceful slumber. No other thoughts to disturb, no twisting, turning, kicking... My angel heeds my cry, I pray, and I begin to remember. The angel who laid my head on his chest in sweet protection, and cradled me in his arms. The angel who let me cry onto his shoulder, and even wept, himself. The angel, who gave me his still-beating heart, and vowed we would never part. His heart beats within me, and our feelings mirror. He lays my head down, and I can hear the beat of his heart...echo mine.©LJ28 December, 2012Sometimes, I like to think of random things. You know, like platypuses and llamas.
Have you ever thought about what life would be like if animals suddenly took over the world? O__O
I'm hyper this evening. Hyperness = randomness. These poems just came to me, and I had to write some of it down. I completed it at a later time,
and these were the results of that. ^__^ If you guys want, I can post a link to my blog on one of these messages. I made a blog of poetry
as a safe-keeping place! Just say the word. And I'll post it! :D Off into Foreverland! :) *swooooooooosh!*
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Hello, MJTP! I hope everyone is okay!
Can you believe it's already February now? I CAN'T! XD
January was full of winter weather, and for me, the occasional tornado at 6 in the morning.
Maybe February will be a bit better on the weather side.
I felt the need to finish and post this poem today.
In my opinion, one of the deepest poems I have ever written. May that be true,
I thought to share this. The first stanza was written about a good four weeks ago,
and finished just today. I think you guys will see the story in the poem.
...I hope you like it. LULLABY OF THE MOCKINGBIRD Way up in a treetop, a mockingbird's nest lies.
Cherished by a mother with nurturing eyes.
"My beloved baby," the mother softly coos.
"I promise to always and forever love you."
There she's perched, humble in adoration.
Her love for him was quite a sensation.
"Are you sleepy?" she asks as he begins to cry,
she whispers softly to her angel, "Close your weeping eyes." As he breathes, sound asleep, he begins to see,
that he, too, has a purpose that he turns into his dream.
A dream of song and dance and love that he knows he can give;
who knew such a life that this little baby was to live.
"Now, baby mockingbird," the mother silently parts.
She left him alone just knowing of his pure and gentle heart
"I know that you will prosper, I know that you will be;
I know that you will find a sense of trust and love in me. Please don't be afraid, my dear, to try all of these things new; these things so bright and beautiful that God prepared for you.
I know that in your loving eyes, you will come to believe,
that there is hate beyond this world of big, protective leaves."
The mother, as the baby grows, begins to see her son,
in all the glory and the love that he had then become.
The mother watched closely, as her son became anew.
He says, "I love and overcome, Mother, because of you." But as an old story goes, all good things come to end,
and so this baby mockingbird's life was unfortunately short-lived.
The loving mother mockingbird has wondered all this time,
and in her grief and sadness, she heaves a heavy sigh.
One night as she perch sleeping, a golden light, it seemed,
but her humble, gentle son, had come into her dream.
Speechless was this mother bird, of her seventh child,
a seventh child so meek, a seventh child so mild. "It seems like we have been separated for many days,
it seems like you have thought that I have went away.
But bear this in mind, Mother, dear," her son softly coos.
"I promise to always and forever love you."
The mother mocking bird listens closely to her son,
and begins to see that her son's spirit had become one.
She saw that feat of death that her son had overcome,
she knew that spiritual and loving was her humble son. "Mother, I must go, now, but I will be back soon.
Please give my family all my love and sing my childhood tune."
She tried to remember that song she had sung by and by.
She instantly remembered his favorite lullaby.
She remembered every time he cried, he'd slowly drift away,
for this was when she sang away the gloomy skies of gray.
"My darling Mother, dear, thank you," he hugs and softly coos.
"For always loving me, so that I always love you." He brings her back to the nest that she'd always been near,
the nest that bear the children throughout her many years.
Now guarding his own baby mockingbirds, his mother comes to know,
that her son is always with her. It always seemed to show.
"Your father and his brothers, his sisters, and you three
are precious, beautiful, wonderful ones always near to me.
I made this promise to my son, now I make it unto you:
I promise I will always and forever love you...
And your father loves you too." ©LJ
2 January, 2013 & 1 February, 2013
With the love. L-O-V-E. <3 -Lydia
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In the dawn of the approaching morning,
my soul was revived by his voice.
Beckoned to awaken, we silently rejoice.
Rise, he says, and rise I will.
Taking me into his arms and wings,
the loveliest of song he begins to sing.
Close your eyes of deepened sleep, he says..
Just for a minute,
and I promise you won't regret it.
And we take to the skies;
a dawn to end this starry night,
though, just a bit afraid of heights.
Look, he says, and look I do...
And below me is a late white Christmas,
a snowstorm hit too big to miss.
Ice covers the ponds,
snow covers rooftops and ground,
and seems to show no bound.
Castles and forts of ice, villages and houses of snow, is what we've come to see of the world below. Such beauty was only dreampt of, but I knew from this flight, that myth was a lie. Fly, he says, and he lets me go.
I called for him, not knowing how to fly,
at least, not on my own. I let out a cry.
He swoops back down, and catches me.
Here, how about we just glide with ease?
I'll hold you as I go through the breeze.
I cling to him like a frightened child,
and he shows me around the snowy parts,
and as the breeze turns cold, he warms my heart.
It's okay, he says. I won't let you fall.
I cling onto him tighter,
and we fly higher.
I see the wintry world
in all it's glory.
It tells a neverending story.
The stars became nightlights for the remaining moments.
The moon started fading,
and the sky started rearranging.
When you wake, he says,
you will wake well rested,
and ready to give the day your bestest.
The sun started rising,
and it's light passed us by,
dancing in our eyes.
Stop for a minute, he says, and smile.
And smile I do...
Because of you.
He brings me back down to Earth,
and after our early flight,
I'm taught to fly with all my might. 18 January, 2013 I started this poem during Honors choir yesterday, and finished it late last night. (: -Lydia 
I just wonder how those cute little rats stayed atop his shoulders. :3
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Greetings and salutations! :D And Happy New Year! Or as I learned in Spanish 1, for the Spanish-speaking MJTP community, ¡Feliz año nuevo! I say with an open heart that I hope 2013 brings all you may desire. Be it a goal, I hope you strive to reach it. Be it a milestone, celebrate joyfully... Make this year wonderful! Make it prosporous! Make this year the most MICHAELTASTICAL year ever! But then I'd be saying that every year. Haha, for me, I will be 16 this year. This is about a milestone for every teenager. In April I will be of driving age, and while I have my eyes set on studying for my drivers test, I also take into account that in May, my older brother will not only be 18, but he will be graduating high school. For me, that is trying to get some more sleep in, since I find myself slowly losing it. For me, that is staying dedicated to choir, and not being afraid to sing solo in public. But enough about me. I came here to share yet another poem that's been itching to get finished. I wrote this in the dawn of me catching the flu while being the insomniac that I am and losing sleep because I stayed up with my mother over Christmas break because she had the flu and had nothing else to do so started writing this poem and now I forgot when I started writing it because I never put the date at the bottom. *takes a deep breath* That was a very long run-on sentence. Usually I'm on the top of things, grammar-wise, but I wanted to make something fun out of it. For now, I leave you with the three words that were bouncing around in my head during Christmastime... "Safe And Sound"
The words in bold don't necessarily mean anything special... unless you want them to. (; SAFE AND SOUND As snow falls gently to the ground, although it's not a lot, I still look around. I haven't seen the snow fall in a while, but this was just enough to cause a smile. I found the strength to run outside, and who appears but a guide! From afar, he told me, he had flied, and told me that he heard me cry. The storyteller I know so well, returned, having another story to tell. He told of a friend, so tired and sick, "She must fall asleep, and fall asleep quick!" So he thought and he thought and thought of a plan, and with confidence, a cheer of "I can! I can!" So he traveled the worlds, the new and the old, and he traveled the worlds, the telling and told, he traveled the worlds of near and far, he traveled the world of vast moon and stars. But then came the world that he knew the most: The world seemed protected by the Heavenly Host. Looking from the world between, a very familiar sight he had seen... What could've been but his friend in her room, a feeling of helplessness, a feeling of gloom. So he crashed through the atmosphere of so many days, and when he had came, these bells start to play. He gave a soft cry, but in her heart, grew loud, "You'll be okay with me, safe and sound!!" Her heart starts to beat with the sound of his voice, and the beat of his heart had not much of a choice but to synchronize with the harmony, still, each of the friends had a similar will.
A disturbance in her day had caused her emotions to carry so many flaws. A tear in her eye, a whimper then came; he calmed his friend down and called her by name. "Don't be afraid, my friend, my dear. Don't look of doubt, it's all right. I am here! Please tell me what has caused you to frighten, so the guarding around your fears I can tighten. Please tell me so I may know you're okay." So he took her in arms and carefully lay. He moved some stray locks of hair from her face, and made sure her mind was in the right place. He whispered in thought, and told her "Don't cry.", and pointed her direction up to the sky. Away from his view, he looked down and sighed, as the snowflakes and stars danced in her eyes. He took her hand, and softly, he hushed. Her mind had settled, but her eyes were too flushed to even take note of what, who was there, so he started to sing to make her aware. "All is calm, and all is bright, on this not-so-silent night. I have come to ease your pain, so that you may rest again. To this world there is no bound, but I will keep you safe and sound." And there his friend lay, asleep in his arms; feeling no pain, kept all from harm. The story ends, but not for long...
For love cherished in a Christmas song.
The story shall become again,
what it has and always been...
But the tale of friendship from above,
of pure and unconditional love.
If lost, you can always be found...
in his arms, safe and sound. That's all for now! :D I'll be back soon with another poem someday! It's all for love. L-O-V-E.  -Lydia
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Hello MJTP, and Happy Holidays! :) I hope everyone is doing well, but I come here not with a poem, but to ask you of something. I come here this afternoon to ask you all to help this little boy out in his dream to be in the Guiness Book of World Records.
He would like to beat the record for receiving the most Christmas cards... So I ask... would you please send him a Christmas card? He's a nine-year-old boy in my state of Kentucky (In the United States) who is dying of cystic fibrosis, and from what my teacher told me, has only two weeks to live. http://www.thejerseytomatopress.com/stories/Childs-Dying-Wish-Please-help-him-get-the-most-Christmas-Cards-,11071 There's the page with the information. He needs 35,000 cards to beat the record, so I thought it might be nice to spread the word. We, as Michael Jackson fans, I know, can come together to help him out. I just know we can. I know it would brighten his day! (: "Healing The World, One Child At A Time." ^__^ Thank you, and have a good evening! <3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THFLnJ_T4I8
(Michael's Christmas messages from 1992, 1995, and 2002)
All for L.O.V.E. ~Lydia --17 December, 2012--
Great news!! Dalton has broken the world record!! :D
Yes, he got his wish!! :D At the end of last week, he had a total of more than 37,000 Christmas cards!!
If you want to help make this record untouchable, you can continue to send him cards. Dalton's address is HC 62 Box 1249 Salyersville KY 41465. More of this story can be read here: http://www.wkyt.com/wymt/home/headlines/Eastern-Kentucky-boy-battling-cystic-fibrosis-breaks-world-record-for--183074041.html Thanks to those who have sent him cards, and still are sending him cards. (: God bless! All for L.O.V.E!! ~Lydia --28 December, 2012-- http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/ill-boy-9-receives-500-00-holiday-cards-article-1.1228127 This is amazing!! Dalton has received over 500,000 cards! That's right. Over FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND! His goal, since breaking the last record, was to get 100,000 by Christmas day. http://www.wkyt.com/home/headlines/Magoffin-County-boy-receives-giant-Christmas-card-183661541.html :D HORRAY FOR DALTON!!!! 15 JANUARY 2013
I would like to ask you all to keep Dalton's family in your prayers.
On Saturday, 12 January, 2013, Dalton became one of God's little angels. R.I.P. Dalton. http://www.foxlexington.com/newsroom/top-stories/videos/kentucky-boy-remembered-after-losing-battle-cystic-fibrosis-1964.shtml
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As I lay almost sleeping, silenced in my weeping. I saw her sitting by the bed. Seeing the old, hypnotic mobile, hanging by a fragile thread. He lays there in dismay; oh, how I wish to close his eyes and help him drift away. My eyes closing suddenly; but this.. oh, how lovely! Does she see the new found love?
Platonic, yet I long to just cherish,
this seeming angel from above. This song of rest is all I have to give to you. Maybe it's for the best. Soundly sleeping, cease in my breathing. I couldn't hold on much longer. She heard my agonizing pleading. Her nurture, my only needing. I felt my heart burst, shatter. He is gone now, but he would not want that to matter. Upon her, looking down figments of her shredded gown flowing in my mind. She carries in her hand, flowers bound to black band. Such a flight of mental stairs... I take my small bouquet, and plant sunflowers in his hair. Warm hands meet black snow; my favorite flower, she did know. I am not gone, I wish she could hear, my beckoning, of many tries, but still I see she quietly cries. Sweet sleep, my angel, my dear friend. Let it be known that this, I know, is not the end. Does she know? But wasn't she just crying though? She is weary, this I can feel... Suddenly feeling alive and whole, I feel her gentleness within my soul. This, a bed for these flowers; a beautiful little flower bed, nothing to devour. She places sunflowers in my hairs, and suddenly she vows, swears, to never leave my side. I must take her into my arms, and protect her from every harm. We'll find our way back someday. We will meet again, and I'll receive the message you're trying to convey.
My dear, my friend, my mourning dove,
my precious messenger of love, It's okay... I'm here, I'm here..! This only eternally known: "I am not forgotten, You Are Not Alone." Weakened heart, weakened soul, raise me up, take me; make me whole.
And now you're here, in my arms forever, dear.. We will never be alone. We will always be together, now and forever. One Heart. Together once more. Never Apart. ©LJ 24 November, 2012 
I really can't explain this poem completely... There was a lot that went into this. As you might have been able to tell, the poem rotates in point-of-view. It was spawned off pure imagination and improvisation. I brought it over from my blog. I have a thing for platypuses and fluffy bunnies. :3 I'll be back soon with another poem.. Maybe a Christmas-y one. ^__^ But for now, WITH THE LOVE. L-O-V-E. ~Lydia
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"...and I am free.
Just like the song goes,
let them know that I have chosen to stay.
Let them know of my presence,
to all four corners of the world!
to all seven masterminds!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve.
I am here, can't they see?
...and I am happy.
Just like the song goes,
let them know that I'm not saddened,
let them know of my glee,
to all countries far and near,
let them know that I am here!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve,
I am here, can't they see?
...and I am safe.
Just like the poem goes,
let them know I'm not in pain.,
let them know of my victory,
to all cities, towns, and countrysides,
to all known lands beyond the skies.
Let them know that I'm protected.
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve,
I am here, can't they see?
...and I am there.
Just like the song goes,
let them know their joy and laughter
was all that I'm really after,
let them know that I'm reaching out,
the universe shall sing this message,
but you've just received it beforehand.
Let them know that I'm holding their hands,
mere stepping stones to understanding.
Let them know that I AM HERE!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve,
I AM HERE, SOON THEY WILL SEE." 
Oh... About 1:16AM, 23 November, 2012 So... I can't find Sleep this chilly evening.... Then this suddenly came to me, so I had to write it down. O_________o I just went with it, let this poem write itself. -Lydia(=
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Hello everyone! Hope everyone's "fine and dandy!" (=
I come here this evening to share some "Michael-inspired" poems... and I hope you like them! ^__^
Since I couldn't choose just one, I had a friend of mine help me choose...
She chose four, then I took one out, so now there's three, added one back in, now there's four again!
and so I will bring them here for all to see... Happy free-verse poems! :D
FOUR POEMS MADE OF LOVE! :D "Weave Into One"
(I don't know how this one came to be, but this was written during a free day in Geometry.) This isn't the end; only the beginning... as eternal love, as eternal creation weave into one; gaudium vite (the joy of life). This isn't over; just getting started... as sunrise, as moonrise weave into one; lux aeterna. (light eternal)
This, not complete; only completed... as giving my heart, as giving your love weave into one; amare aeterna. (love eternal)
This, not left; only fulfilled... as stories unfold, as magic untold weave into one; ...perpetua... (perpetual) 9 October, 2012 "8 November, 2012"
(I should never let Chemistry use me that much... But looking at it again, it reminds me of Michael's reflection, Dance Of Life)
I did write this during AM club period on 8 November, and I was in Chemistry.. I guess it just came to me that way! ;D
Speaking of Chemistry... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGM-wSKFBpo)
All things in this world are made of atoms. These atoms dance to the rhythm of creation, conducted by the Creator. If one took the time to notice, they'd see clearly, that it is these atoms which bring life to what surrounds. I see them breathe; these atoms dance to the rhythm of the cosmic, conducted by the dreamer. Every atom causes all things to dance within. But. . . Some atoms sing. Didn't you know? Creators of such beautiful sound reveal themselves in these voices in those atoms; a never-ending cycle. These atoms sing to the music of creation, eternally bonded to the atoms of creation, discovering, inventing to the tune of the Creator. These atoms sing; those unforgettable voices go hand-in-hand in a special way. These carbon atoms are molded to the Creator's Chosen, formed from within the soul. Atoms are somewhat like stars: although you can't see them, they're always there. Recycled in song and dance, set to the rhythm and music of creation, a perfect tempo, a dynamic so wondrous... And in the end, this world will still be made of dancing, singing atoms. . . Eternally bonded to the eternal life of Creation, brought alive by the Creator. This is why everything breathes around me.
8 November 2012
"Faint Sounds Of Rain"
(Another poem Insomnia wrote (11:49PM)... mjtripper says it is very beautiful. <3)
Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I'll hear the faint sounds of rain,
but look and see a shadow sitting on the floor,
covering the little red lights on my keyboard;
the little piano sings for us.
I'll walk over sleepily, and sit with you,
as if you never noticed.
The rain turned into melodies pure and innocent.
I lay my head on your shoulder, and
I see that you're looking into my eyes.
There's this light I see every time we're with each other;
God-given and beautiful.
You start to play this song again,
and I begin to understand...
Is there a message you're trying to convey?
Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I feel your love surround me,
and hear your heartbeat.
I become flushed; surrendering to drowsiness.
As the piano plays,
You help me to my feet, and we dance slowly,
in the dark, heart to heart,
one in love, one in life;
and we will never part.
The rain turned into melodies lulling and soothing.
I lay my head comfortably on your chest,
as your hand protects my head.
I can not fall to the ground, you wouldn't allow it.
You start to play this song again,
and I begin to understand...
Is there something you're wishing to say?
Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I hear your whispers of gentle care,
and feel your cold hand stroke my head,
ever so softly.
Taking my limp body into your arms,
you lay me down, and leave a window blind open before me.
The full moon pins me down,
and the rain turned into snow,
silently falling, but their lullaby still plays;
a lullaby he had composed for me.
it's a lovely little tune I hear every night;
he whispers each word softly in my ear.
You sing me gently, fast asleep,
and now I understand...
You wanted me to dream.
...And I feel all that love in rain, in snow, in sound, and in moonlight.
Goodnight, my dear friend...
4 November 2012 "The Swing"
(As a new companion to an earlier poem of mine, "The Place Between The Worlds",
I had found a picture I drew of a girl sleeping on a swing, and some of the words on that picture
are scattered through this poem.) No one ever really knew why the swing in The Place Between The Worlds calmed her so. Maybe she enjoyed that swing, back and forth it slowly moved.. Perhaps it was the voice that swayed the swing, soothing her rattled nerves, waiting patiently for her to enter The Realm Of Dreams... There, they would be together, One Heart, Never Apart. Maybe she dreamed of a special song, a song that he would sing every night, and she would sing everyday; a beautiful lullaby they shared to each other.
Maybe she dreamed of that promised dance,
a dance accompanied to the rhythm of their hearts,
and the love they so cherished;
a beautiful, elementary dance
that compared to no other. But it was always that swing... She would sit there for hours on end, letting the stars dance in her eyes, while he looked deep within them, seeing that they told a story; of love and acceptance, of fresh air, and a world for the future. Perhaps, it really was that soothing voice, mending her broken heart, and letting her sleep soundly in his arms. Perhaps, it really was a way to lure her to The Realm Of Dreams, The Realm Of Healing, The Chapel Of Eternal Thanks, The Chapel Of Eternal Promises, ...she really was back... in The Place Between The Worlds. 17 November, 2012 
Michael is my inspiration for writing poetry, and he is just my inspiration in general...
Thank you Michael, for being my, and countless other people's inspiration.
God Bless!
We will always love you! Peace, Love, and Glitter Glove! :D --Lydia--
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There's always light in dark places,
where I am, and where you are...
Don't be afraid of the darkness around you.
I am there, with a light,
and together, we will find a way to forever,
right in the depths of your heart.
...Somewhere I know
you can see the light...
Follow it.
There I will be.
There's always sound in mute places,
where you are, where I am...
Don't be afraid if you can not hear;
I am there, with a song,
and together, we will find a way to forever,
right in the light in your soul.
...Somewhere I know,
you can hear the sound of my voice...
Follow it.
There I will be.
There's always feeling in cold-hearted places,
where we are, where we aren't...
Don't be afraid if you can't feel my presence;
I am there, embracing you,
and together, we will find a way to forever,
right in the imagination of your heart.
...Somewhere I know,
you can acknowledge my presence...
Follow it.
There I will be.
Now, in the world Aeterna,
deep in Lux Perpetua, (light perpetual)
I will be there waiting; sight and touch and sound.
Omnia sol, temperat.... (The sun warms everything)
...Amare Aeterna... (love eternal)
This is where we will frolic in these new dreams found.
I am with you.
Look within your heart,
and hear
the sound of my voice. ©LJ 15 October, 2012
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My world becomes a desert, stuck in shattered thoughts. Desperately seeking the water that will mend my mind again. The sky was blue and dawning, and the moon was fading from the sky. The stars above faded into yesterday. Today will be the day, that I may, finally find my oasis. As the morning lingered on, no more was this lovely dawn. The sun rose into sacred day, Today, will be the day, that I may, finally find my oasis.
This place where I can find the waves, of imaginary everglades, as the breeze gently touches, all the little leaves. Under the shade of a tree, this oasis, where I may be...
The sun was high above the clouds, right above the world around. The clouds aren't there, but who are we to care? Today, will be the day, that I may, finally find my oasis.
Little round of water, that surrounds, absorbs the fears, that kindly wipes these angry tears. A humble place, that takes all into arms, where nothing's harmed. Under the water of the sparkling little sea, this oasis, where I may be...
The sun began to sink into horizons unknown, to go halfway around the world and leave the moon to show. Maybe today, was not the day, that I may have finally found my oasis.
But... Where you are, and where I am, under influence of imagination; you and I could change the mind of skeptic aggravation.
"Take my hand."
I take your hand, and suddenly... This is where I am, and where you are. Maybe under full moon's light, might our oasis shine tonight. Mended once more, I thank you, humble in your presence. Hopeful in my once-shattered mind, where we can become one.
I finally found my oasis. ©LJ 10 September, 2012 
"Now, I'd like you to listen closely,"
you said to me.
"This is what I give to thee."
You held a small ball of light in your hand,
that was bright as eternal light.
"Our promise that we will never part,
I present, to you, my heart."
I looked at what you gave to me,
and held it up, so I could see.
"You gave me your heart?
Don't you need it?"
You giggled, putting the ball of light
to my heart, to illuminate night.
"I have all the love now, that I could ever need.
I give you my heart, to plant a wondrous seed.
Plant this seed in what you do and wherever you go,
and remember that the love in here will never cease to grow."
What is it that I plant, that wherever I go..
love will engulf the place and never cease to grow?
Is it the love in this heart that I'm supposed to share?
Is it the love in this heart that seems to really care?
You smiled, so loving, so gentle, so kind.
"You have learned well...
Perpetual light shines upon the world,
from this heart, my plan unfurls!
Guide my words, show them what is known:
I am not forgotten, and you are not alone."
Nodding slowly, weakening in drowsiness...
Left to love at my defense.
"Sleep, now...
I'm always worried that you're not sleeping enough."
We let out a giggle,
you prop my sore arm up.
"Come one, come all, together in love.
By moonlight shone, or sun above!!
This is for all to you from me...
my heart, which I have given thee." ©LJ 7 October, 2012
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Walking along the rainy sidewalk of a university, I watch the shadows put on shows they took no time to prepare. Look into their hearts, can you see someone in the dark, rimmed figure, that familiar silhouette? "Dance with me," the shadow says, inviting me to parade, in our creation eternal. I start to dance, and the shadow merges with me; we become one with dance. "Sing with me." the shadow says, smiling within and out, in humble grace. I start to sing, and the shadow's voice merges with me; we become one with song. "Play the games of the shadows charade. Join with me in eternal parade. Don't deny, have no fear. Don't let my passing cause your tears." The shadow embraces me, pulling me into loving arms. I could feel my head against his chest; each finger stroking my hair, like strings on a brunette harp. The voice to which I became one, broke apart with mine, and became one with my soul. "We have had fun, but now I ask of you, to rest tonight..." The shadow whispers softly. "You need your rest... I'll hold you until you fall into sleep. It's okay. I am a shadow. I am your companion. I am always with you." ©LJ 19 September 2012 
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She looks out the window, into the night sky.
The shades of black and dark purple merge into one whole dusk,
and billions of stars burst out into scene like rhinestones.
She's not able to find rest at the moment,
although the clock screams fiercely to "Sleep already!!"
She just looks at the sky, in hope that one day,
she'll be able to sleep soundly.
She hears a soft voice beckon to her;
a voice she should know, but can't make out what it's saying.
She's heard this voice for a while now;
it's inspired her in many ways, yet,
she does not know how to respond to it.
She closes her eyes, in hope that once,
she'll be able to make out this voice.
She feels the same tugging at her soul;
the same sensation of excitement, mystery, euphoria,
the same wonder of what's to come,
the same light that surrounded her,
the same glow of unconditional love...
She listens carefully, in hope that tonight,
she'll be able to travel to the place between the worlds.
She finds herself in another time, another place, another world.
The voice takes a form, and reaches out to her.
He smiles lovingly, admiring the childlike faith that she acquires;
seeing that she could understand what innocence was,
although taken victim to the ugly truths set by society. He saw that her world was a place that innocence was lost rather quickly.
The world she was inhabiting was one where children were taught
to never believe in their dreams... That everywhere they went,
they had to watch where they were going, for if they didn't,
something terrible would happen to them... That if they believed in the mythological,
you were considered to be mentally ill....?
What a cruel and insensitive place the world was becoming.
But she...
She maintained that innocence through it all.
No matter how many people told her she was eccentric,
no matter how many people told her that her voice was just imagination,
no matter how much her parents lied to her about the monsters lurking under her bed,
no matter how much everyone called her "obsessed" for cherishing what seemed like her friend,
and no matter how the world shattered her dreams, she quickly mended them,
and held up quite easily.
He looked at her, and saw that her gaze was set on the beautiful sun before her.
The sunrise was a moment to be cherished;
and in their eyes, enlightened with the rays of eternal love,
shone from their spirits as they became one with this universe.
"Isn't this beautiful?" he asked her, holding her hand.
She was all too new with this world, so was a little fretful.
He embraced her and whispered, "Don't be afraid. I am here with you."
She laid her head on his shoulder and the lights before them put on spectacular shows,
and suddenly they found themselves in the show.
Their spirits flew as high as the birds, and the clouds above them faded away,
so that they may soar eternally in this place between the worlds.
And that is why sunrises were experiences in the world between:
To experience such ecstasy in a what seemed like a dream.
As she told him about her world, this special place,
he smiled down upon her, in adoration of the beautiful place between the worlds that she desired.
...That only he remembered, and that only she adored...
He was to help her bring her world to reality,
so that everyone may be one in child's divinity.
But alas,
She had to awaken at some point,
and the bothers and oddities of the weekday ahead was to later bring her closer
to the world THEY dreamed of. © LJ 24 September 2012 
The inspiration for this poem was doubled.
Friendship and Spirituality, I guess, went hand in hand.
Anyway, I hoped you all liked this poem. (:
Gosh, I thought I'd never finish this poem, I've been so busy!! But anyway...
I thought this picture of Michael went right along with it. :D L.O.V.E. <3 -Lydia(:
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Hello all! I hope everyone is doing all right. :) What I bring to you today is another poem I wrote, which was inspired by Michael (like many other of my poetry!)...
With the help of my friend, mjtripper, I chose to bring this poem over from my blog to here. ^_^ I hope you all like it!! :D L-O-V-E!! <3 -Lydia(= THE PLACE BETWEEN THE WORLDS In prolonged silence, in constant grieving, in perpetual light, in constant believing... As near am I as your next breath, and commonly disguised as death. A wonderful place is where I dwell. Above the clouds, where nothing fell from your heart, and to the ground, out of sight, and out of sound. This place between the worlds, is everything you desire, where nothing is impossible, and never does expire.
This place between the worlds, will relax your troubled mind,
ease your disease, and leave the physical world behind. ...If only for a second... This place between the worlds, is a friendly little place, deep in your purest thoughts, and in my warm embrace. ...If only for a minute...
This place between the worlds, bears no frightening nights, because the stars above us, are simply angels' lights. ...If only for what seemed like hours... This is where I am, and where I lead you to. This is where sweet love brings us together and, this is where we discover, that forever is meant for EVERYONE, not few! ...This world without limits... The angel that brings you here is one you hold so dear. I whisper your name and beckon you between the yesteryears. ...This world of bright sunflowers... The portals are open, and welcomes all... Does your heart allow my soul to come through
and give light to your mind's darkened night?
The place between the worlds, opens up for thee... Might I ask that you arise, and walk with me? -September 8, 2012- (There is a picture that goes with this poem... It'll be uploaded later tonight. :D)
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A darkened tunnel across this part
that builds on and on by broken hearts,
...lies a child in solitude...
A golden heart, but barely thinks,
much to give, but never sleeps...
Worried about the world around,
the child snaps back into sound
of the song in repetition,
again and again, the song was his mission.
Hesitant are we in his command,
he helps us up and holds our hands.
"Be not afraid, I say.
I'll take this flame and light the way."
Under the arms of a weeping willow,
the ground below became his pillow.
Arms outstretched, awaits he,
who sits under this Giving Tree.
I am not gone, but merely free,
I am here, expecting thee,
who will sail across the skies,
with me, and our wings to fly.
In this world, a morning,
In this world, an evening,
In this world, awaiting pain,
In this world of persistent rain.
But it wasn't like this all the time,
and even then, to clouds he'd climb.
"Be not afraid, I say.
I'll keep this flame and light the way."
Although some children had to wonder,
the weeping willow they had hid under
became a loving Giving Tree,
with wondrous branches and bright green leaves.
"Did I not say your happy days
is where your imagination plays,
and happily I hope you stay...
But we're not done yet, I'll light the way.
"Rise, my dear, and walk with me,
and merged in whole, our divinity be.
Eternally bonded, I know we'll stay,
we're almost there, I'll light the way."
I can see a brighter light,
to illuminate this darkened night.
The night has now turned into day,
and all because YOU'VE LIGHT THE WAY. 
-Lydia(= Another poem I wrote... I'll find a picture for it later this weekend. :D Hope you liked it!
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Softly under, cotton covers,
do I feel drowsy, then,
I reach for your lulling voice,
under a comfy pillow.
On a song, each second passes,
and I feel my eyes close soundly,
letting your voice carry me, and into worlds unknown.
But, suddenly, as I lay there,
I hear something.
No, it wasn't the emotional song,
about faces and races and fears of the moon...
Maybe, it was trick of the ear,
an auditory tease,
but, why would this voice
call my name?
It did not sound like anyone close to me.
This voice, my dear,
was the hushed, timid, angelic
voice I know so well.
Then, I felt the butterflies attacking me,
this warm feeling in my gut,
telling me everything.
But, as I lay there, almost asleep,
I ponder, and ponder carefully.
Did I hear your voice whisper my name?
But I didn't think about it for long. . . .
Your voice lulled me to sleep,
but I wake weakened in tiredness once again. 
A little poem based on a true story of something that happened to me today. After I had dinner this evening, I went to my room, and crawled under my covers, and I just layed there. I was really tired (because I've made it clear that I barely sleep sufficiently anymore). I reached for my cell phone, which I use as alarm, kept under my pillows, and listened to Scared Of The Moon, and Be Not Always; two darling songs by Michael. It was during Be Not Always, that I heard someone say, "Lydia..", as if someone were close to me. Everyone else was on the other side of the house, as my bedroom is located at one end. I swear, it sounded like Michael, because after that, I got butterflies, and that barely happens. I keep thinking about it, y'know. . . . The thought still lingers in my mind. And while I'm still here, I'd like to send a shoutout to mjtripper and mjfan53. You guys are amazing!!! :D Thanks for reading my poetry! It really means a lot that you like my poems. Forever am I humble in your praise. <3 I have great friends...! :3 I hope you all liked this, and I should be back with more soon. (: -Lydia(=
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HAPPY 54th BIRTHDAY MICHAEL!!!!! :D I hope this day is filled with all the happiness and fluffy bunnies (XD) in the universe, or just, you know, have a great and fantastically awesome day!! So... I've something for you. I've been thinking about something to do for your birthday, and I didn't know what. So, my gift to you is something you can see, but is not material. Michael Jackson, for your birthday, I give you the gift of giving. <3 This idea for, what I called, "Random Acts Of Kindness For Michael", was to give someone a little card. It wasn't fancy or anything (It was actually folded notebook paper, but that's besides the point), but I took a little time out to make cards, right before the class period ended. I ended up giving five (and I know that's not a lot, but I actually don't see a lot of people in the day. O_O) people cards.... Four of those people were my chemistry teacher, my geometry teacher, my chior director, and my world civilizations teacher. The fifth one went to a friend who really needed cheering up after we epically failed at something about geometry (XD). The idea came to me yesterday (28 August, 2012) as I was walking to RTI (Yes. Response to Intervention. AKA: In-School Math Tutoring. ...Because I failed a fractions quiz, and quite frankly, I really don't like math. It's not my strongest point in acedemics, just sayin'. It's not that I don't know how to work with fractions... I just forgot how [most of] everything went in that area. o.e) As I was walking from Honors Choir to my geometry teacher's room, I had a thought go through my head: "Why don't I give to others for Michael's birthday? Michael gave anything and everything to people... I can carry on his legacy that way!! That's it!! That's what I'll do!!" So the idea kept bouncing around in my head. And it bounced and bounced so much until I started talking to myself at 1:30AM (because I'm that much of an insomniac...), and at first, I didn't think I had the guts to do something like I did, because I'm like, really shy at school, but I DID IT!! The cards said on the front: "HELLO! A RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS COMING YOUR WAY!!" :D :) :] The inside says: "Wishing you a good day on a (random) day of giving!! Nice, isn't it? -L" I even wrote myself a little pledge. Yes, because I'm a "nerd". (LOL) And this is how it went: "In honor of the life and legacy of Michael Joseph Jackson, I, (MY FULL NAME HERE, WITHHELD ON PRSONAL REASONS), on this day, Michael Jackson's birthday, 29 August, 2012, will commit random acts of kindness. Michael gave so much in his life. . . . Now it's my turn. (=" I don't know why I only put "-L"... I felt it was more mysterious. xD And what's random about it is that they don't expect it, and I like that factor. It adds more to their reaction. ALL SMILES!!! :D :D :D :D :D ...And I made people smile. See, Michael, you inspire me to do the random things I thought I'd never be able to do, and doggone it, if random acts of kindness, such as little cards wishing "Have a good day!" is something I can do to put a smile on someone's face, then I can finally do that now. I just want people to be happy. It always hurts me whenever I see someone upset, so I want to try and cheer them somehow. Gosh, there's so much you've taught me, I can't even begin to write it all out. Besides, this is your day... MAKE IT THE BEST ONE EVER!!! :D (I might have a little poem later, I don't know... and speaking of poems: Did you know in the last two years, I HAVE WRITTEN 138 POEMS!? I was counting them all one day, and I'm like: Gee, that's a lot. O_o" XD) So.. Thank you, Michael, for being my biggest inspiration, and happy birthday!! :D ~Lydia(=
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I had an idea for a pair of poems called "Storybook". It's about a dream, a spirit, a book... I'm going to see if I can explain how knowing of Michael taught me how to be more creative, that, and how to express a world of my own, with words and pictures. Whatever suits your fancy, I had the idea when I was dozing off, sitting at this computer. xD They are in two parts, since I could tell this could be a wordy poem. But anyway, I'm thinking of starting a blog on Blogger, and on my blog, I'm going to publish my poems. I don't know if I will yet, but the thought is in there. (: Here goes with the latest poems! :D 
STORYBOOK (Part 1)
(((((Honestly, I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight, either,
so here's another poem that hopefully I will have written in your sleep.
Insomnia. I have words for you.
And they are actually NICE.
Other times, they're really harsh (#onlynotreally). xD
But... These are some nice words...
In the best way I am able to share them. POETRY!! )))))
Don't you know he likes to tell stories?
A desire of storytelling, he kept this dream in his heart,
that just seemed to big for the world.
He came to me in a dream of mine,
sitting in a gold chair with a seven on it's back.
"It seems your eyes will not shut," he said, concerned.
"Maybe I can help."
I raised a sleepy head up, and said, "How?"
He smiled, and grabbed a book, that,
in my world, seemed too big for either of us to carry.
The binding was gold, and the pages were old.
Flipping it to a page, he gasped,
finding something in his interest.
He almost lures me over, and says,
"This."
I was so confused...
"But, there is nothing here."
He giggled, and flipped through the book.
Every page was an empty canvas,
waiting for paint to take it's place,
and create the perfect bedtime story.
This book is yours, little one." he said to me.
"What will I use it for?" I ask him, wearily.
He just smiled and kept turning the pages.
I had no idea, what in this world,
I was waiting for.
So I said to him,
"What do I read from a book of empty pages?
What words take the face of these lonely sheets?
What paintings shall help these pages describe?
What endless boundaries these pages meet."
He took my hand, and held it;
brushing the back, and replied,
"I'm going to help you tell a bedtime story,
so that all sleepy eyes, worldwide,
will dream sweet dreams.
You can handle that, can't you?"
Me? Tell a story?
But wasn't it your dream to be a storyteller?
"Your feelings are confused."
he said.
"Yes." I agreed.
He giggled again, and walked over to me.
"Maybe when the book is complete, you will finally understand.
Come, now. We have work to do!" STORYBOOK (Part 2)
Sitting down, I wait for him to say something.
It was quite a deal, holding a book
in which had empty spaces.
What would he do with that book,
to which he claimed was mine?
He looked at me with deep brown eyes,
and a beautiful smile.
He said,
"Well, aren't you going to come over
and give the pages some of your color?"
I stood frozen in my spot, and
couldn't find the will to move.
He seemed rather sad, then,
sitting the book down on a small table.
He came over, and took my hand.
Walking over, he let me sit in the chair,
and my hands grabbed the humongous book.
The pages were still empty...
I had to wonder.
"Dear One, how do I give color to these lonely pages?
How do oceans and sandy beaches come to be?
How do the carousels spin ever so slowly, with grace,
and how do they befit me?"
He came to me, and
said to close my eyes.
"Remember those pesky things
that would remain between you and yourself,
because society would ridicule you
if they ever found out?
Remember all your talents,
that you kept bottled up and shelved,
and never to be seen outside your shelter
because you feared mockery ever so?
Remember all those words you wrote,
to express your innermost thoughts
with the world around?
But, at the same time,
afraid to show those close,
because you thought
they would crash down on you?"
I nodded.
Every words was true.
I couldn't help but look away in shame,
for he read me.. like a book.
"Now, let me help you."
The pages were flipping and turning,
and I could feel him holding my hands gently.
The flipping stopped,
and I felt him bringing my hands down.
"Imagine beauty." he spoke softly.
"Imagine something in the world,
in which you find beauty.
Now paint."
Paint? What paint?
What brush?
"Child, run your fingers over the page."
he had an infectious giggle,
and behind closed eyes,
I started painting.
What more beauty could there be,
than the innocent look in a baby's eyes?
I wanted to paint a father,
looking into the beautiful soul of his child.
"Open your eyes."
When I did,
I saw a beautiful painting.
It was just what I was seeing in my mind's eye.
He smiled in my eyes, and said,
"Isn't it beautiful?"
I smiled, and replied,
"Yes, Beloved.
Very beautiful."
Going through the many emotions
of the world around me,
I paint them, and give them
only the most emotional imagery.
He helps by adding some of his love,
and beautiful, heartwarming, heartbreaking imagery,
and now we paint together,
laughing and telling stories that partner up
with our paintings.
"I think it's all filled up."
I said with a smile.
I flip through every page,
and they are no longer empty worlds
looking up in terror.
They are colorful, radiant pages,
that shine with happy smiles.
"Would you read it to me Beloved?
Please?"
He smiled,
and led me over to a nice little bed.
Wrapping the blankets around me,
he sits beside the bed,
and opens the big book to it's first page.
There, a creative mind and soothing voice become one.
It could truly be the greatest bedtime story on Earth.
As I drift away,
he puts the book on my nighttable,
and plays with me in Foreverland,
where more pages are added every minute,
with beautiful paintings. 
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I couldn't sleep (and I have to get up in less than five hours o.e), so I went to check my Facebook. I had no notifications, so I went to check on a group one of my friends created, where we can chat and be random together. Then it hit me. Yes, I wrote, YET, another poem, and I really hope you like it. (= It's circled around a little phrase I heard in my head: "This soul is not lost, but merely freed." It made me think of Michael, very much.
-Lydia (= THE SOUL THAT WAS FREED
I heard a story once
about a soul that was freed.
This soul would come to me,
and tell me things.
Some things, I would love to hear.
Some things, made me quite sad.
And some things, were just completely out-of-the-blue.
This soul was a timekeeper,
but did not want to use that time all at once.
Said, "I have all the time in the world.
Don't you think it is beautiful?"
I nodded, and the freed soul kept speaking,
close, to where I could easily hear.
Said "I am not lost, nor am I gone.
I am a soul that is merely freed.
Don't you think the world deserves to know?"
I nodded, with a little more joy this time.
For some reason, this soul was beginning to speak out,
and prove that the mistakes in the past... were lies.
Said, "I know such sadness and agony,
to the point where it flogged me everyday and kept me up at night.
Don't you think I will protect my children from that exact feeling?"
I nodded, with a tear in my eye,
once visions of description displayed before me.
Said, "I know you feel my presence everywhere.
Nowhere, and Everywhere, my soul becomes one.
Don't you think that's amazing?"
I nodded, and realized something,
and I spoke.
"Beloved, I have heard your words enough now,
to answer in your light.
Yes, I think it's beautiful, that time has no boundaries.
Yes, I think the world deserves to know that you are freed.
Yes, I think, no, I know, you will protect your children from this feeling called pain.
Yes, I think that it's amazing that your soul has become one with the world around.
And if I could tell you of such things, as you have told me,
wouldn't you think it was spectacular?"
In tears of joy, this soul visualized before me,
and embraced me;
an inescapable light, that attracted me, like a magnet.
Said, "You must help me tell, you must, you must.
Tell them I am not gone, not lost.
Free is more like it, and it's a euphoric feeling.
Tell them, that I am always there, bathing in their tears,
comforting them while they grieve,
and at night, I tuck them in and kiss them goodnight,
whispering soothing words in their ears,
in hopes that they hear my voice.
Tell them, I believe in them,
that they are my foundation,
for without the ones who love me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
I trust you to deliver my message.
Will you deliver?"
I nodded, with a smile on my face,
shining in happiness.
I say, "Yes, Beloved.
I will deliver."
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Child Of The Breeze Where do we go when we're not here?
Surely, we must be somewhere else, right?
The thought reminded me of a story I read.
There was once a child in an adult's body,
and he loved to play and laugh.
This child was special,
but with specialty comes hardships. This child was constantly supervised under the world's microscopic eye.
He felt trapped, and trapped he was...
Every move was judged and given a label.
When all was said and done, he had many labels:
eccentric, bizarre, freak.
What sad and cold and bitter words,
that choked this child's heart.
Shy brown eyes would look at the world,
tears molding the bottom and corners.
His cry was bloodcurdling deep within his soul,
which was made of LOVE, and LOVE alone.
"Why do you hurt me?" he asked. "It's because it's who I am, isn't it?"
The world would not respond.
What pain it brought, just imagine, flogged by negativity, to where, even your thoughts were never intact. Trapped in a world of psychic vampires,
the energy in this child was drained from him.
This child would never sleep, starve himself, and when all the energy had been sucked from him,
he was becoming something more alive and new.
As like a paper bag,
he could ride the ebb and flow of the harshest breeze.
This is where he bears this name,
as child of the breeze:
Once he became one with the wind,
he sent his love through the currents,
so that the world may not forget him.
The Child Of The Breeze
was a simple minded man
who, after he was not here,
became one with everything in nature's pleasures.
As he sends his song of LOVE and comfort in the wind,
he dances with the storms and sunny days alike,
and if you find him,
he will ask you to join him.
Well, one day, I was walking,
and I heard his song in the power vested by the winds.
He sits in his Giving Tree, which can be found in the hearth of Creation.
The wind sings to me softly,
"Come, and we will dance and sing.
All your fears and grieving will melt from view.
This is unconditional love we bring,
and all it really takes is me and you."
So, as we sing and dance,
I am taken back
by sweet euphoria, and
I become one with the wind as well.
For a song or dance to come to be,
we are now the children of the breeze.
He would love for you to join him...
He will welcome you into his embrace,
and show you that everywhere you look,
his song will play in this breeze. The story was about one with a rhinestone glove, to which became newborn stars in the night sky, when his song in the breeze is a soothing lullaby. The story was about one with a smile that became the moon, that whenever it was full, meant he would be coming soon. The story was about an illusionist, who, in spite of everything said about him, became one with their thoughts and turned them around. This was the child of the breeze, and this was his story.
Now that I look at this little tale,
I think to myself, "I see him now, I hear him now...
Whoever said that he was not here was mistaken.
He is everywhere there is a gentle breeze, and a Giving Tree.
Given, he can always be found...
And all I have to do,
is call his name when the wind blows." After this, the boy in the tree, and the child of the breeze become one in purity. Oneness in eternal LOVE. Remember, he is waiting, and he is closer than you think. 
I was looking back into a poem I wrote two weeks ago (it's not here btw), and I saw the line, "For a song to come to be, we are still the children in the breeze.", and I found inspiration for this poem. I hope you liked it. I think I'll be writing poems a little more if I ever get bored during school. Speaking of school, I started back Wednesday the 15th. I'm a sophomore now!! (= There's another inspiration, and it came from the first page of a book.. A book I'm putting on my Christmas list. :D
THE BOY IN THE TREE
The boy in the tree like me is there
so the world can see and know me.
As a breeze goes by,
I see with my eyes,
the beautiful butterfly.
The peace and sounds of the birds
make my burden seem at rest,
and my prayers to God,
make them go away today,
for a song is born,
and created by my soul,
so others may enjoy its play.
For a dance move to come to be,
I'm still the boy in the tree.
Just call me Michael... aka Peter Pan.
This is for all of thee.
-Michael Joseph Jackson <3
(from the book: I Can See Clearly Now: Messages From Michael by Lary Glen Anderson, Tony Stubbs)
Stay safe, love, and glitter glove!! :D -Lydia(=
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Hello All! :D I've returned with another poem! I don't know, I felt this poem coming through, so I decided to let it write itself. (: I hope you like it! <3 -Lydia(= Sweet melodies in the breeze, bells and sounds of mockingbirds, is all that would you ever need to hear what has not been heard. I am in a better place, I am happy and free, so now my sould is able to be with all of thee.
Beautiful, all of you, and humble am I those who makes the spirit in me fly. Gifted, all of you, and humble am I... those who form these tears of joy I cry.
Twisting and turning within Eternal Creation.. Enjoying this spiritual manifestation, that comes alive in you and I and makes the time better, by.
Kindred, all of you, and humble am I, understood and realized. Unique, all of you, and humble am I, resurrected in the tears you cry.
Beautiful, you say am I,
and beautiful I say are you. Wonderful, you say am I, and wonderful I say are you.
Humble am I, who has the foundation of so many... Humble am I, who is not alone, even when there is no one around.
Yet, you still cry, but you don't need to now. I am still with you, all of thee. I will comfort you, to you I bow.. Humble am I, to those who have such faith in me. 
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I wrote this short story on mjfiction.com, and I decided to bring it here. ... I hope you like it. (: It might be adorable, it might be cute, but it, to me, is definitely meaningful. I've never written something like this before. (I'll find a picture soon. :D) L-O-V-E.. <3 Year: 2012 She had been in her bedroom one hour after her mother told her to shut the computer off for the night. She was writing anything that came to her; stories, poems, and even more popped into her head. It was hard for this fifteen-year-old girl to believe how much people loved what she wrote. She was always looking back to poems she had written a long time ago, and finding their spiritual essence and joy. With stories, she had quite a knack with. She wasn't the best, but she managed. But that's just how she was. Her bedroom was darkened, just the way she liked it, although her family disapproved it. But, she thought, since it was now nighttime, and everyone was sleeping, she was just fine. Her room was the biggest room out of her siblings. When lights were on, she had pictures of her greatest influence hanging on her walls. She had always believed in The Unknown. As a child, she'd love hearing about ghosts and spirits, since her former practice involved nature's more... pushed-away topics. She used to love admiriring crystals and stones that were used for healing purposes, until she grew older, and religion had little effect. She just wanted to be herself, and not have a practice or a name to label her. It was around three in the morning, and she had a lot on her mind. Sometimes this would be about things she had heard during the day, or events that had gone on, and sometimes, it was for one of her many stories. She would talk back to herself just to fill the empty silence in the air. After a five minute talk with herself, she'd plug herself into her CD Player. She wasn't like all the other kids her age around her, who were technologically advanced. She didn't have stuff like that. She had a compact disc player, a regular, no-touch-screen-prepaid mobile phone, and an eight-year-old computer that she shared with her family. But she didn't mind it, as long as she could make everyone happy. She had been through four CD players in five years. She had to be sure to be fragile with this one. She was listening to an album that came out in 1972 called Got To Be There. She knew almost every song on the album, but two. With curiousity getting to her, she put on the first one she didn't know. Track number 9: Love Was Here And Now You're Gone. She liked it a lot, just like every other song on the album. It would be that one remaining track on the album that she had not heard, that would strike a chord with her. She laid down and listened closely.
"When this old world gets you down
When your spirit's on the ground
Just remember I will always be around
Just climb on the wings of my love.." "That definitely sounds like something he would sing, even now." she told herself. She kept listening, and found herself going absolutely going insane over this soothing song. She listened to it a few times before going to sleep that evening. It was about 4AM before her eyes bid farewell to a starry night. Like other kids, she had a dream that night. In her dream, she was all by herself. It was a dark and dreary place she was in, losing hope and faith. She wore a black dress torn to pieces. It was awfully tight for her, that tightness as a result of her burdens and hardships she had previously faced. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by a light. It was a bright, white light that practically blinded her for a second. In that light, a beautiful angel with large wings. He was dressed in a white attire, and his was short, but curled. He had dark, brown eyes that looked into the very depth of her soul. This was someone she knew. The angel walked over to her and embraced her with his wings. She looked up and saw him looking at her with a calm, welcoming smile on his face. She suddenly stopped crying, and reached out to his hand. The angel giggled and held her hand. "What are you doing here?" the girl asked him. "Come with me, little one." he said, helping her to her feet. The girl nodded and followed the angel, who stopped for a second. "Climb on my wings." he told her. She looed at him in bewilderment. "Me...? On your... wings?" "Silly, I am much stronger here than I was in my physical state. My wings might seem light, but they are very strong. Besides, how heavy you are doesn't matter where you are. Where we're going, that'll be the farthest thing from your mind." the angel explained. She shrugged, and climbed upon the angel's wings, her hands around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'll take you high, on the wings of my love..." he started to sing. The girl smiled. Wings Of My Love. The song she had heard before sleeping. As the angel started flying, she became quite fearful. She had never flew on anything, even a person's back. He kept singing to her, maybe because he knew his voice calmed her, like countless others, down. "When this old world gets you down
When your spirit's on the ground
Just remember I will always be around
Just climb on the wings of my love
I'll take you high on the wings of my love
When you're feeling all alone
Like a child who's got no home
You know you've always got a place where you can go
Just climb on the wings of my love.." She kept her eyes closed as she began to feel happy. She was birthing a new euphoria she had never experienced before. The air began to feel rough around her. They were falling. Embracing her like arms reaching for a lover's hug, his wings protected her. She was frightened for a second, until the angel said gently, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you fall." When they reached ground, she had not known. She was afraid to open her eyes. The angel set her down and let her know that she was all right now. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw a beautiful place, and had to ask what it was. She saw that she was no longer in a torn-up black dress, but a white, elegant gown. She saw a new person in the reflection of a river. "Where... am I?" she asked, looking deeper into the river. "This is your Eternal Land. Everything that makes you happy can be found here." he replied. "Kind of like Neverland, right?" she asked. The angel giggled. "Yes, but the difference between Neverland and Everland is that there is no never." "Then why are you here?" she asked him. "Because," The angel pointed to a gate that was made of silver cursive letters, each of those letters spelling out what made her happy. He searched for something, and then ran his finger down. M I C H A E L
J A C K S O N "I wanted you to see this beautiful place your mind has created. Nothing is impossible if you Keep The Faith." The girl stopped and looked into the angel's eyes. "Michael?" "Yes, little one. It is me." Michael smiled as he hugged her. "I'm so glad you came back!" she told him. "My dreams have been empty and quite weird without you." Michael laughed as his wings enfolded them. "Just remember I will always be around." he sang. She walked around with Michael, as he explained everything about her little world. Actually, it was much more than a little world. He explained that nothing is more beautiful and meaningful than a child's dream. Their dreamworlds were somewhere they could be thmselves, and released from the shackles that pinned their hidden talents during the day. He told her that she was never alone, although she may be the only one there.... That was all she needed to know. You Are Not Alone started playing in the wind. But it was only the first fifteen seconds of the chorus. "You Are Not Alone, For I Am Here With You... Though You're Far Away, I Am Here To Stay..." "Did I make that happen, Michael?" she asked. Michael laughed. "If you're talking about your phone, then yes. You did make that happen. I'm going to send you back to your physical body, so you can wake up." "You mean, I've been here all night?" she asked. "Well, when you entered your dream state, yeah." he replied. He let his wings down, and smiled. "Are you afraid to climb on the wings of my love?" She giggled. "I don't think so." "You don't think so?" She laughed and got back on his wings, placing her arms around his neck again. "Before we go, can I ask you something, Michael?" "Anything." Michael said. "Shoot." "Will we ever come back here? And will you be there?" she asked. "Little one, you know that you're welcome back anytime." Michael answered. "Just Call My Name, And I'll Be There... So to answer your questions, I respond with a unanimous YES!" "I am happy now." she said. "Thank you, Michael.. so much." she said, with tears falling down her cheeks. "Shh, don't cry." he said softly, his wings cocooning her like a sleeping bag. "Hush hush." "I don't think I should waste much more of your time." she said. "You're not wasting my time. I have all the time in the world, now!" he told her. "But your alarm has been ringing for the past few minutes or so. Are you ready to go back?" She nodded, closing her eyes. "Here we go." Michael started running and suddenly the young girl opened her eyes and saw that she was under a blanket, with her pillows falling off the bed. She did have a tendancy to move around when she slept. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she would never be able to forget what Michael had shown her. Never did she know she was creating this lovely world in her mind. And the first thing that came to mind with that dream...? She plugged herself into her CD player, and played his song.
"When this old world gets you down
When your spirit's on the ground
Just remember I will always be around
Just climb on the wings of my love
I'll take you high on the wings of my love
When you're feeling all alone
Like a child who's got no home
You know you've always got a place where you can go
Just climb on the wings of my love
Like a beach that knows no boundaries with all the trees
As it rushes to the seas darling we'll be just as free
I'll lift your spirits high our love will fly
We'll have heaven blue skies and forever sunshine
'Til you break those ties that bind
'Til that day you're really mine
Anytime you want to leave your world behind
Just climb on the wings of my love
I'll lift your spirits high our love will fly
We'll have heaven blue skies and forever sunshine
We've got rainbows yet to find
And we'll find them all in time
Girl you know someday we'll even touch the sky
Just climb on the wings of my love
Anytime you want to leave your world behind
I'll take you high on the wings of my love
Just take my hand and together we'll touch the sky
Just climb on the wings of my love
Yes remember I will always be around
I'll take you high on the wings of my love..." She fell in love with this song, now that it had a special meaning to her. She looked around at her pictures of Michael, pulling her poetry journal. She kept a picture of Michael hiding his smile with his fedora. She smiled at it, and put it back. "You Are Not Alone..." she heard in her mind.
The girl looked up and smiled. "I know." she spoke in a morning voice. "I know."
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A dance, a song, a bird that flies,
a painting, an act, a look in brown eyes.
A toy, a window, a magic hat
a tree stump on which once you sat.
A puppet hanging from broken strings,
an angel who flies with giant wings.
A man who wears a rhinestone glove
is the one I've come to love.
He taught me how to see the world,
and how his dreams still unfurl.
A soul that still remains a child,
a child at heart, words which he smiled,
upon a little stepping stone,
to which now we call our own.
I think and think of you constantly
unconditionally and fully,
does this one in the fedora
give off this euphoric aura...
A man whose voice is somewhere near,
whose dance could rid any fear.
Someone who went and a world cried,
but never said goodbye.
You said, "Please, do not be in pain,
Instead, I say 'Hello again!'
I am here with you now,
You're in my embrace, I take the bow,
I'll help you to your comfort zone,
so that I may say 'You Are Not Alone'."
So now that music soothes away,
and words of songs are here to stay,
this little toychest here will stand,
in a place called Everland.
God took this angel home above...
To Everland...
his name is Michael,
The one I've come to love. 
Inspiration comes in many forms,
from lightning strikes and thunderstorms,
and that's just how it comes to show
that YOU are wherever I go! :D
This is how a story unfolds,
from classics thoughts young to new thoughts old,
and now that I'm not so blind to see,
that you are just ANOTHER PART OF ME! :D
All these words are like a song,
that so the world can sing along.
A passion rushing through my blood
in the sake of LOVE'S GIVING FLOOD!
A mission of words for a wonderful person,
has become my tribute to Michael Jackson! :D
So there you have it, now you see,
this love that thou hast given me. ~I LOVE YOU MICHAEL!~ :D -Lydia (who now is so random she has five other personalities that have their own names. If one is to come around these other five personalities, I (Lydia) am not responsible for anything random that happens out of this page, or my profile. Thank you, have a good evening, and see you later! I'm quite random, aren't I? xD)
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I wrote a poem in spite of trying to find a place where I can think clearly. Those moments come my greatest feats. I wanted to share a poem i just wrote, describing what one would call a happy place... A simple place inside their minds where they can go and leave the world for even a minute. So here you go. Another Michael-inspired poem ^-^ Enjoy! :D HAPPY PLACE
Find a place, and settle there.
Find this place, and start to care.
This place will help you manage through,
but is still so very new to you.
This place, crafted by magical hands
is built upon the finest lands.
The secret, though, strange it seems,
this world is powered by your dreams.
To dream, you have to settle down;
find a place, and figure out
what dreams that your world foreholds
from the newest thought to the mem'ry old.
If you walk to the secret door,
you'll find what you are looking for.
Behind the secret door are things
that bind your heart and spread their wings.
The secret door minds much to all,
but have yet their place to call.
Open slowly, but not too slow.
Just gently, like the fall of snow.
When it opens, you just walk in,
an innocence that knows no sin.
A feeling that you've never known.
A simple smile has come to shown
all you've ever foughten for
all of this, and even more.
But most importantly, for me,
is a friend I hope to see.
He secures me from haunting harms
and embraces me in loving arms.
Hair of darkness, eyes of brown,
wears his beauty like a crown.
Brings the light out from my soul,
mends it up, and makes it whole.
To my heart, light comes back in
and I am now myself again.
Once a lonely, depressed freak,
my own brought pain I only seeked.
Seeing other people love,
I raced into your arms above.
Now, these arms were meant to protect
whose feelings of unlove connect.
A torn, black dress of death in night,
turned into a gown of white.
He brought me to a lovely place,
where the secret door was just a phase.
My soul lingered, dragged on
but he, I did not want be gone.
All I ever did was plea,
but little known he listened to me.
His mission now to heal my soul,
make these dreams and shatter whole.
A cradle made of love and affection,
a soft pillow of a spirit's connection,
a blanket summoned by mourning doves,
soft colors takes to clouds above.
A soft whimper could be made,
so the binding takes it's shade.
My quest in rest, you've come to aid,
and so the cradle starts to sway.
Back and forth, an icy blue
takes over the sides of an obvious clue.
A eyefull of tears, a wink of an eye,
a slaughtering sound, a restless cry.
A smile of faith, no more goodbye,
a mockingbird, your lullaby.
Back and forth the cradle sways,
and all my fears should go away.
I do not dare another peep,
instead, a wish to fall asleep.
Your song reached down to depths unknown,
from outer body to the soul.
I give in, and close my eyes,
your final words to me, "Sleep tight."
I reached a place and came to see,
how you helped me find eternal peace.
Now I know what I'm looking for,
is not behind the secret door.
Instead, so now, now I knew,
that it is where my love for you
can be seen and realized..
beyond the magic of tired eyes. Completed: 9 July 2012, 1:51AM :D (I'm an insomniac! I write things when I'm up late. xD) 
-Lydia (who, once more, will not, should not, could not, and would not, take responsibility or fault of any random act comitted or mutation formed outside this blog message, or outside Speechless8's profile page. Thank you dor understanding and have a great day! :D
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Michael, this is for you. :) I hope you like them, and I hope everyone else will too! <3 Listen...
Where do you think I am?
Am I here?
Where am I?
I am not here, but I am.
I am where the unseen can be realized,
where love means more than it ever did,
where I can comfort the ones who shed tears.
Your cries...
Stay with me,
Please come back,
I miss you.
Your tears,
sweet rivulets of passion,
of sadness,
of bitterness.
Your pain pains me
like this flogging
that will never cease.
Look...
I am not here, but I am.
I am your sun, your clouds, your moon, your stars.
I am your winter, your spring, your summer, your fall.
I am your rain, your hail, your sleet, your snow.
I am your hurricane, your tornado, your volcano.
I am your capricious emotions.
Feel...
I am rough as sand.
I am soft as feathers.
I am hot as fire.
I am cold as ice.
I am numb as stillness.
I am thr rush of movement.
I am as lukewarm as the heart.
Listen...
I am the song,
I am the rhythm,
I am the music, the melody, the harmony.
I am the lyrics.
I am the emotion.
I am the conductor.
So when I am close to you,
I will be your world.
I will be the freedom of your soul,
and the comfort of your dream.
I will be the writer of our story,
and the publisher of our life.
When I am near,
I will be the loving embrace,
so you know you are safe.
I will be the lullaby
so you may find rest.
I will be the heart,
that finally tucks you into angelic silence.
There,
We will be one,
and you will no longer,
have to cry.
I am not here, but I am.
I am here,
in your heart.
The open door
won't let me in without your consent.
Let me in,
and I will speak.
And I know...
You will listen.
~~25 June 2012 - 2:47AM~~ The next two titles are to be read as DATES!! :D
Six25o9
Soar as high as the mountains,
Run as fast as the wind.
Never did we really know
that a physical life would end.
Cry unto a cloudless sky
that suddenly turned gray.
Never did we know
that I would leave this very day.
See as far as the world beyond,
and look into this past.
Maybe it is better
if I'm at peace at last.
Ache this pain unbearable,
and I will pain along.
Unto you, I sing
a lovely, soothing song.
Feel this warmness in your heart,
and I will then rejoice,
Not because of your grieving,
but because you heard my voice.
Dream as though you're alive,
and break free from this snare.
Your soul will fly with mine.
and realize that I'm there.
No matter where you are,
and see to it that's true.
No matter where you are,
I'll be there with you.
You Are Not Alone,
this couldn't be anymore true.
"You Are Not Alone,
For I Am Here With You"
So do not cry for me,
because I am not in pain.
I know there will be a time,
when we'll meet again.
If you still cry for me,
I'll come and you will know
that I am here, when you hear
the song that falls, gently as snow.
Soar as high as the clouds,
and run as fast as the wind.
A Spritual life began.
A Physical life hath end.
...I love you, Michael.
Thank you for everything you've taught me.
"Farewell, My Summer Love,
Farewell..
Michael, I won't forget you..."
~~25 June 2012 - 8:11PM ~~
The final poem, Six13o5, was inspired off June 13, 2005. It was the day Michael was aquitted of the charges against him. Six13o5
Spread these wings shaded black apart.
I'm not there, but I know I am free.
My days and nights, dark and dreary,
never to replenish me.
A lack of rest, even now,
and a notion to where of cloudless sky.
Never did I know that
they'd see beyond the lie.
Trust is just a ploy;
a curse disguised in goodness.
Fly away, fly away
the pain that will not heal.
I've now my life,
and I will turn the wheel.
No more shakles and ropes,
no more flogging and screaming.
No more sitting and waiting,
for a day that could've grieving.
But the pain is inescapable,
and the torture is taking toll.
I am free, but not really.
I am not there, but I know I am
this falsely accused, ridiculed,
tortured, hurting man.
Now that I can fly away,
I'll come again, I may.
I'll be back another time,
but it's to be my dying day.
~~28 June 2012 - 3:56AM~~ WHOOAAAAAAAAA! :D :D It'S MICHAEL!!!!!! :D :D :D 
-Lydia (who is not responsible for any random act that is commited outside the Michael Jackson Tribute Portrait, Profile: Speechless8, Dot #258,694, and enjoys the number 33 and pasta. ^-^ Thank you and have a great evening! :D)
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Kinda got bored and wrote two poems for Michael. They are fun poems, and I hope you like them! :D WHEN I HEAR YOUR NAME
When I hear your name,
I want to dance,
kinda like how I'm jumpin' in my seat right now.
I wanna spaz,
and go with the flow. When I hear your name,
I want to sing.
Kinda like the song I'm singing in my head.
I wanna sing to the top of my lungs,
and YES, I don't care how awful it'll progress to!
When I hear your name,
I just wanna smile
kinda like how I am right now, writing this poem.
I wanna smile as bright as the sun,
and I hope you're smiling too.
Even though this poem is the offspring of hyperness,
I'm going to say this:
You are one of the best things to ever happen to me.
Yes, Michael, I'm talkin' to you. :)
I just ate a bowl of ice cream.
Don't judge me. REBIRTHDAY!
Let's. All. Put. On. Party hats
and run around
for someone's having a REBIRTHDAY!
We're. All. Invited.
To a party! A party!
We're celebrating a legacy, a soul so divine!
Let's all wrap ribbons on small gifts,
and In Our Small Way,
we'll come together for you!
It's your REBIRTHDAY!
YOUR THRID REBIRTHDAY!
We'll try not to cry...
But we WILL remember
all you had for us,
and all you gave us.
Just to have a little fun,
Party hats, and gifts for you.
Happy Re-Birthday, Michael! 
-Lydia (who shall not be named or responsible for any mutations or insanity that may come from reading these small poems. xD)
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Title as is... Had an MJ dream last night. And this is how that said dream went: I'll start off by saying I was like seven years old or something.
I was wearing a white blouse with little yellow flowers on it, and a yellow skirt. Oh, and white sandals too. I was in a white room no more than the size of a walk-in closet, and I was trying to make something appear with a plastic gold sword. Then when I failed to complete the task, I was yelled at by... Michael's father (and don't ask me... I honestly didn't think he made a good elementary school teacher...). Then I had to organize papers in a filing cabinet and then I was allowed to go outside, but I was so upset from being yelled at, I ran outside and cried. I heard the teacher's aid saying "You made her cry." and I heard him say, "She'll learn." Then I found a swing (the chains, molded in rubber, were yellow, and the seat was yellow too) and I played on the swing a little, until I saw some kids come over and try to bully me. They started teasing me, and then I hid under a wooden playhouse. They didn't see me, and I'm happy they didn't. I panted for a minute until someone came up to me and said, "Would you like to play with me?" I said "Sure.", and I followed whoever this was under a tree. He told me he imagined mountains here, but in reality, was two dug out holes under a huge tree. He looked at me and instantly asked, "Did my father make you cry?" I felt tears well up in my eyes and I replied "Yeah, but it's all right now." He took my hand and reassured me everything was going to be all right, that his father yelled at everyone. I giggled. (LOL) "What's your name?" I asked him. "Michael." he replied. (Michael was about the same age, so this is my first J5 Era dream! :D) "What's your name?" I replied, "Lydia." and smiled. "It's nice to meet you." Michael said, shaking the hand he was holding. And Michael, he had a big smile on his face. Then I noticed it was getting dark. Michael was getting sleepy and so was I. Michael fell asleep first under the tree, curling up in his hole. I fell asleep afterwards. "Michael...Michael....Michael..." I woke up. Someone was calling Michael's name. "Michael...Michael....Michael..." I woke up, and then I woke Michael up. And then we were both kidnapped. "MICHAEL!" "LYDIA!" 
...And it kind of makes me angry in a sense that I don't know what happens after Michael and I were kidnapped... The dream changed into something non-MJ-related I don't recall, but that's just it. Just another dream from my wacky imagination. But who can decide what they dream... And dream I do. :D I went to bed at like.. 2 in the morning EST. HA HA HA.  (:D AHHH!!!! :D)
And I think I'll share a poem I wrote Friday night. It's a short little poem called "When I Think Of You"... Haha here you go. :) There's a little dance that comes about when I think of you.
Not a slow dance, a fast dance, a complicated dance, not even a simple dance to help me to my feet.
What's in a dance? It is not but expression in a beautiful motion.
It is not thought nor ability. It is not show or tell.
Deny thy fear, and refuse criticism,
As long as one does what they love.
There's a little song that comes about when i think of you.
Not a fast, or a slow, or a loud, or soft, not even a genre could find me fast enough to keep me from singing.
What's in a song? It is not but expression and imagination in beautifully formed words.
It is not thought nor expectation. It is not bandwagon or testimonial.
Deny thy fear, and refuse criticism,
As long as one does what they love.
There's a little dream that comes about when I think of you.
Not a long dream, not a short dream, not a nightmare, not even a nightly image behind my softly closed eyes.
What's in a dream? It is not but desire and imagination and expression in a beautiful world you create your own.
It is not everything. It is not nothing.
Deny thy fear, and refuse criticism,
As long as one can love what they desire.
See, when little things come about when I think of you, I feel euphoric.
Not a feeling of depression, not a feeling of anguish, not even a feeling of rage comes about.
What's in a feeling? It is not but emotion in its beautiful, yet simple form.
It is not forced. It is not something you should hide.
Deny thy fear, and refuse criticism,
As long as one can love themself, as I love you.
Be still, thy beating heart, thou shall so seek to find...
A sparkle in thou eyes, and a love so found divine. -Lydia :O
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I thought I'd come here tonight and share one of Michael's songs. It was an Invincible outtake and it's a very powerful song. It was released in 2004 on The Ultimate Collection. :)
So without further hesitstion.... We've Had Enough. Love was taken from a young life
And no one told her why
Her direction has a dimelight
From one more violent crime
She innocently questioned why
Why her father had to die
She asked the men in blue
How is it that you get to choose
Who will live and who will die
Did God say that you could decide?
You saw he didn't run
And that my daddy had no gun
In the middle of a village
Way in a distant land
Lies a poor boy with his broken toy
Too young to understand
He's awaken, ground is shakin
His father grabs his hand
Screaming, crying, his wife's dying
Now he's left to explain
He innocently questioned why
Why his mother had to die
What did these soldiers come here for?
If they're for peace, why is there war?
Did God say that they could decide
Who will live and who will die?
All my mama ever did
Was try to take care of her kids
We're innocently standing by
Watching people lose their lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It's time for us to make a choice
Only God could decide
Who will live and who will die
There's nothing that can't be done
If we raise our voice as one
They've gotta hear it from me
They've gotta hear it from you
They've gotta hear it from us
We can't take it
We've already had enough
They've gotta hear it from me
They've gotta hear it from you
They've gotta hear it from us
We can't take it
We've already had enough
They've gotta hear it from me
They've gotta hear it from you
They've gotta hear it from you baby
We can't take it
We've already had enough
Deep in my soul baby
Deep in your soul and let God decide
Deep in my soul
It's up to me and I'm still alive
They've gotta hear it from us
We can't take it
We've already had enough
It's going down baby
Just let God decide,
It's going on baby
Just let God decide
Deep in my soul baby
We've already had enough
They've gotta hear it from me
They've gotta hear it from you
They've gotta hear it from us
We can't, we can't
We've already had enough Here's a lyric video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRWrG4kyfhM
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"Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me..." A lot I gotta say and I wanna say it... xD First off, for me it will be a busy week this coming week. My birthday, choir concert, more stuff... It'll be a heck of a week.
My birthday is in just three more days and now that I can count that many days on one hand I feel like I'm getting old. And as the random person I am, I'm bringing brownies or cookies and balloons to school. xD
Then there's a choir concert... AND I GET A SOLO PART!!! :D And the song is........ Wait for it...... WE ARE THE WORLD!!!!
This here is what I get to sing:
"There Comes A Time
When We Heed A Certain Call;
When The World Must Come Together As One.
There Are People Dying...
(And It's Time To Lend A Hand To Life,)
The Greatest Gift Of All...." So... There's that. :) And.... I wrote another poem!!! (Wrote it just now.. xD) :D Hi,
I wonder where you are
And where you come from.
From the distant stars
To the furthermost shore?
From the Infinite Unbounded?
The vast Ocean of Consciousness
You so told me about
Long ago?
....Michael....
Hello,
I wonder why you left,
And where you went to.
To the place we so desparately wait to arrive,
Or the place of Death's shell?
Well wherever Magical Child is,
I'm sure he's living Eternal Life in ecstasy,
Supersoakers and Pure, True, Love,
You told me about
In stories unheard by the naked ears.
....Michael....
Hi again. It's me.
I wanted you to know...
I love you a lot,
And I hope that where you are,
You will heed my cry
And a hug I will send to you,
An angel above, in God's arms now.
I love you, I love you, I love you....
....MICHAEL.... All Meh Love! :D
-Lydia(; 
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For everyone here, no matter who you are or where you're from or what.... HAVE A WONDERFUL EASTER WEEKEND!!! :D For some of us, it is the day we celebrate the resurrection of Christ. For some of us, it may mark something else. But for some of us, especially the child in all of us, it's about the easter eggs, the small gifts, and Peter Cottontail, hoppin' down the bunny trail. :3 Feel free to watch Michael "epic win" an easter egg hunt at Neverland. Maybe that will get you into the EASTER MOOD! :D www.youtube.com/watch Or you know what? JUST HAVE SOME FUN!!! :D www.youtube.com/watch
ALL MY LOVE, -Lydia:)
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...and this time... wait for it... IT RHYMES!!! :D And yes, I had nothing else to do in my time but write a poem. Haha, I'm so cool. xD And you people are cool too! :D You're WAYYY cooler than me! x3 I say that because you all are cool! Wait, crap, I just said that. XD I'm full of boredom. Just read the poem. Maybe it'll make you forget this dramatic beginning. I love you all, Michael, I love you, and I love my world. Anyone in the mood for HIStory!? ME TOO! :D Or maybe DANGEROUS, or BAD. Hey, we'll make this place a THRILLER, and maybe go OFF THE WALL. There will be BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR, and be fully aware Michael is INVINCIBLE so no one can hurt him! THIS IS IT! I'm done here. Make ya laugh? Good. Here's a poem. *FACEPALM* As you will see it doesn't have a title, but a date(!), and it has a picture at the bottom, as do all my posts to fufill a MICHAEL-CRAVING. xD Here ya go!!!! Enjoy! 6 APRIL 2012 It's early in the morning, And it's really nothing new,
The dawn of day has come to play and I thought I had saw you.
And when you are to fade away, I look around and sigh.
My eyes play tricks upon me, and I really want to cry.
As my day progresses, you are always on my mind,
And when my mind is somewhere else, you run around and hide.
I try to find you everywhere, behind my books and paper stacks,
And then outside on a track, a field of fairly empty cracks.
As I ride home from a day of work, I run into my room,
And the first thing I happen to do is sit and talk to you.
Now whether you can hear me there, I have not a clue.
But sometimes I wish I could hear you talk back to me too.
When I'm sad and lonely, I long for a hug,
And when I think of you, it causes my heart to tug.
It tells me "Hey, don't be blue! There's so much more for you to do!"
And when I listen to my heart, I listen to, to you.
You're the voice inside my heart, and the voice inside my mind,
And your soft voice tells me constantly to leave negativity behind.
It's everyday I try, stay strong, and my heart puts up a fight,
But the walls come down, I have to lose, and I give myself a fright.
Your voice inside my heart says not to listen to their lie,
But yet, I hear them anywhere I go, and I can't seem to hide.
The voices in my heart used to tell me what I did was dumb..
But your voice inside my heart said "WHATEVER YOU BELIEVE YOU BECOME!"
I keep you in my mind and I keep you in my heart,
You told me once if kept in heart, then we'd never ever part.
Like a child, curiously, I play this game of hide-and-seek,
And if I can't find you, then I give up, I'd feel a little weak.
But weakness was a weakness in itself, you said.
If fear feared fear and weak feared week, there'd be something to dread.
If ever a wish to be wished at a time i'd sit at nighgt and write
I'd wish to be in your safe arms and calmed down at night.
Sometimes I think of where you are, and feel a pit so deep,
I'd wish for your lullaby to help me fall asleep.
Always always always, I've lived just like a child,
Even on the days in which negativity is mild.
I'd just keep to myself these days, and call to you, Beloved.
You told me isolation would make me feel alone, unloved.
I didn't seem to mind at first, and then the tears just had to start.
I'd wish that in your arms, I'd be, rocked to the rhythm of your heart.
I've always sorta been alone, and isolation was not a quest,
I'd always want you to protect me as I silently, silently rest.
You've taught me a lot, my dear, and something so clear, so very dear,
You've taught me it's perfectly all right to not hold back the falling tears.
You've taught me creativity is the fuel in which the fire burns
You've taught me every road in life will have its twists and turns.
And if I ever need a friend, in you I'd find and win.
Sometimes you told me, I'd find a friend in Ben.
Now Ben is a cool rat, if I do say so myself.
Ben will stay in hiding, though, forever in my bookshelf.
When that moment comes, you said, that moment so divine,
I'll turn it around and say "ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE ARE MINE!"
But we will share them with the word, your dream was to unfurl,
To build a loving, caring world for each boy and girl.
Now, I know I've written a lot of poems, and this we know is true...
No better way for me to proclaim the love I found in YOU.
As I say and think and draw and write your name...
Maybe... After all... I'm not so much insane.
Michael, Michael, Michael, what a lovely, lovely name.
I'll always, ALWAYS love you, and I know, your love is just the same.
It's a long, long poem, forgive me, I've just had a lot to say...
Even though the first half plays every single day. xD
I never stop writing, do I, and I know it always shows
That when I write, I have some things I'd like my world to know.
And what if, it is the same thing, just in different words...?
And here I fit in your lovely story of the two, unforgettable birds.
Now I guess this is all I will have to say.. That's right.
I'm going to lay down, and wish my world goodnight.
Hahaha. THE END!
*hand covers up camera*
What? I needed an exit acceptable to make up for this poem.
Because when I think of you, Michael, I feel right at home. :3 
(This is rare... :3 ISN'T HE LOVELY!?!?!?!) PS: Everyone here: YOUR INNER MICHAEL IS SHOWING (; -Lydia(;
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You guys wanna know something??? I mean, really know something, like how tomatoes are fruit, but you don't put them in fruit salad? xP xD I love it here. xD Being here makes me smile A WHOLE LOT, and I don't know if that means anything... BUT. But, I went cloudwatching today and OMJ IT WAS SO FUN!! :D Oh, the things you can get out of clouds... America, South America, Plankton, even olden cars and chickens punching a formation my home of Kentucky. xD OMJ... My birthday is in about 18 days! O_O I'm getting old! Dx xD Hahaha I won't do anything big this year. I never really do. But since my b-day's on a school day (Tuesday the 17th), I have no idea what I'll do. xD Besides... 15 is not a big deal. Oh wait, yes it is! It's divisible by 5.. and 3! xD Yeah, so I wrote another poem last night. It spawned off of my english teacher anonymously reading my sonnet for Michael and NOT SAYING MICHAEL JACKSON at the end of it. I know it wasn't on purpose but he took every name out of each poem he read. By not saying Michael's name at the end, the poem was butchered. Without Michael, that poem is just... Haha Here. I'll let you read it and shut my trap. xD It almost made my best friend cry when he read it. ARE YOU AFRAID TO SAY MY NAME Dark, lonely whispers
to a lonely soul.
When I don't talk back,
it's because I've lost myself.
When all else seemed to fail,
are you afraid to say my name?
The road I followed
may have not been the best,
but I can only be
what the world sees me as.
When the world seems to betray,
are you afraid to say my name?
Deafening silence
against your heart pounding
rapidly in my ear.
Can't sleep, can't keep
to the rhythm of my life.
When my burdens catch up to my euphoria,
are you afraid to say my name?
Long, lost, ago,
I wrote
long, lost, letters to you.
When it rained,
long, lost, ago,
I would yearn for your embrace.
When I need you close to me,
From the Other Side,
Long, lost, ago,
I am not afraid to say your name.
Más cerca, mi amor.
No me dejes solo ...
Usted me cantó cuando yo estaba asustada;
al mundo del monstruo cambió mi vida.
Al arrullo atrajo a dormir a mi alma sangrante,
No tengo miedo a decir su nombre.
Not anymore,
I am not afraid.
They do not understand
how much you mean to me.
And when they ridicule me
for my love for you,
I will not be afriad to say your name...
Ellos no saben que no me puedes dejar ...
No tengo miedo a decir su nombre.
Ámame... Ámame... Ámame...
Ámame... Ámame... Ámame...
Ámame... Ámame... Ámame...
(Closer, my love.
Don't leave me alone...
You sang to me when I was scared;
when the monster's world turned my life around.
When you lullaby lured sleep to my bleeding soul,
I am not afraid to say your name.)
(They don' know you can't leave me.
I am not afraid to say your name.
Love me... Love me... Love me...
Love me... Love me... Love me...
Love me... Love me... Love me...)
...I've no fear to speak your name.... 
It's SPRING BREAK FOR ME!! :D I've got an entire week on my hands... An entire week to be free and... of course, work on my writing. :) See you guys later! :D It's All For L-O-V-E.. -Lydia(;
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I was born to never die
To live in bliss, to never cry
To speak the truth and never lie
To share my love without a sigh
To stretch my arms without a tie
This is my dance, this is my high
It's not a secret, can't you see
Why can't we all live in ecstasy
Ecstasy Ecstasy
Why can't we all
Live in Ecstasy.
Without a guilt, without regret
I am here to forget
Tainted memories of imagined sin
In every friend, kith and kin
We have come to celebrate here
The getting rid of every fear
Of every notion, every seed
Of any separation, caste, or creed.
This alienation, fragmentation, abomination
Of separation, exploitation, isolation
This cruelty, hysteria, absolute madness
This anger, anxiety, overflowing sadness
Disrupted ecology, wanton destruction
Diseased biology, nature's obstruction
Endangered species, environmental pollution
Holes in the ozone, defying solution
Is not knowing the spark that lights my interior
Is the same fire, glowing in every man, child, and mother superior
We have come to celebrate here
The getting rid of every fear
Of every notion, every seed
Of any separation, caste, or creed.
Feeling free, let us fly
Into the boundless, beyond the sky
For we were born to never die
To live in bliss, to never cry
To speak the truth and never lie
To share our love without a sigh
To stretch our arms without a tie
This is our dance, this is our high
It's not a secret, can't you see
Why can't we all live in ecstasy
Ecstasy Ecstasy
Why can't we all
Live in Ecstasy. -Michael Joe Jackson
...Playin' in the snow! :D
 Sleep tight, Michael... :3 
...A short little poem I wrote in spare time the other night.
"Don't take this moment for granted,
This eternal moment of intimacy.
Something the heart can understand,
But the eyes and brain fumble with.
Breathe simple, but pure and spiritual life,
And unconditional love, like a rolling wind,
Breathe into me, and make me alive.
Blissful, as we become
Everything in our nature,
The infinite galaxies,
And the infinite unbounded,
In the infinitude of time.
Do they understand
How much you mean to me?
To love, and love life,
And love me, love you.
I utter my first sound
As a newborn soul
For the world to know
I am alive and loved,
Because I know
You love me,
And there's a world out there
That loves me too.
They humbly stand before me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~(SQUIGGLES! OMJ! :D)~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I may be a mental wreck, I might be eccentric, but I can do the moonwalk, and that makes it all better. ...Like when kitties purr, it's like sunshine and rainbows. I know I'm a nutball. This has nothing to do with anything, I know. Haha I AM a mental wreck in my eyes, so you don't have right to say anything bad about me. Super sensitive people rock (mostly cuz I'm one of them but you know what I mean)! And I like chocolate. (:P) Michael Joseph Jackson is my world. No matter how much you try you can't take away our desire for Super Soakers.... FLOP! I had a nightmare about being tied to a train track once. It was Friday afternoon. I couldn't see anything and I was soooo scared! Then I woke myself up and went back to sleep. This is how much life I've used up so far. THE END. For now. That is, if I don't have anymore random rants like this." :D
-Me. Again. xD So goodbye for now. I Gots to make some popcorn. OK not popcorn, but I might get a bowl of cereal, or maybe a bag of Doritos. My best intention to crack a smile or a giggle. Something was telling me to make people laugh today, and just brighten days. -LYDIA! :D
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So today in English class, we had to write sonnets, which are poems that have ten syllables in each line, and follow an "ABAB CDCD EFEF GG" rhyme scheme. The directions my English teacher handed out was to write something you were passionate about. So since I'm passionate about Michael, I figured why not? I call this poem "Inspired", and I hope you like it. Michael, this one is for you. :) Beautiful eyes and smile hidden by fear.
A voice so clear, yet wonderously rare.
Tell me, why did you veil yourself, my dear?
A soul special to me beyond compare.
A heart so giving, so caring, so kind
A loving world your dream was to unfurl.
Healing children was what you sought to find.
In your small way, to help each boy and girl.
Could it be you that taught me how to love
A world you tried musically to heal?
An angel sent from God's Heaven above.
Someone like you could not have been so real.
No hesitation, I have conspired:
I'm one Michael Jackson has inspired. 
Hopefully more poems to come! :D Haha. I never stop writing, do I? But at least it's a hobby. "Hobbies are good." xD -Lydia
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"There is nothing more important that I can do with my life than to make the lot of the world's children a better one."
~Michael Jackson Soooo... Today, I finally submitted my pledge in support of Michael Jackson's Children's Hospital!!!!!! I suggest that if you haven't, please pledge your support. It's free, and I know you'll feel good, knowing you're supporting a FANTASTIC cause! If you copy/paste the link into your search bar, it'll take you where you can pledge. http://www.michaelschildrenshospital.com/index.php?option=com_facileforms&Itemid=57
Heal The World! :3 -Lydia(;
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Since I couldn't find much LOVE on Valentines day, I figured I let my mind wander and so I wrote this poem... For Michael. So here you go! Tuesday, 14 February, 2012
In humbleness
You took my breath away.
You taught me
How we should love each other.
You mesmerized me
With your dance and your song.
You inspired me
To heal this wounded planet with all I have.
It's hard for me to believe
That you're gone,
But at the same time,
You are not.
How can this be?
You taught me
That the soul lives on,
And rejoices on the Other Side.
And when I am alone,
I can call your name,
And you'll be there,
Like you said many times before...
...Before the thought of the suffering tore you apart.
If I ever get scared,
You'll embrace me in love,
And rock me gently,
And sing me fast asleep,
So when I awaken again,
I'll be scared of nothing,
And I know not to let
The ignorance of hate.
I feel you around.
Every time I look back
I feel as though someone's there,
Looking over my shoulder.
But I see nothing,
And I convince myself I'm going crazy.
You've given me butterflies,
Chills down my spine,
Goosebumps uppers and downers, up and down.
You put a smile on my face,
And your voice, so angelic,
Lulls me sound asleep.
You're message was simple and powerful,
And you just enchant me,
Like no other has done.
... Well, besides Jesus,
But I've told myself,
If I could only be 1/12 like you,
My life would be fulfilled.
So,
Michael Joseph Jackson
I wanted to tell you,
That I love you,
Because I don't know
If on the Other Side, Yonder,
My shy. soft voice is heard
Over the waves of others above.
Maybe you can hear me,
In my room,
In the dark,
When I close my eyes,
And lay my head down.
I'll fall asleep with your words,
"I love you more."
And I'll see you. 
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If I
Should stay
I would only be in your way
So I'll go
But I know
I'll think of you every step of
the way
And I...
Will always
Love you, oohh
Will always
Love you
You
My darling you
Mmm-mm
Bittersweet
Memories
That is all I'm taking with me
So good-bye
Please don't cry
We both know I'm not what you
You need
And I...
Will always love you
I...
Will always love you
You, ooh
I hope
life treats you kind
And I hope
you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy
and happiness
But above all this
I wish you love
And I...
Will always love you
I...
Will always love you
I, I will always love
You....
You
Darling I love you
I'll always
I'll always
Love
You..
Oooh
Ooohhh 
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Love is a funny thing to describe. It's so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub — you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight. Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap. Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It's the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere. -Michael Joe Jackson 
..Just in time for Valentines Day... or what some people call it, the Forbidden Day of February. But either way, let's show LOVE to the world! :) -Lydia (=
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Where are you?
Where am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
What are you?
What am I?
How are you?
How am I?
When are you?
When am I?
Why are you?
Why am I?
Are we the same?
Does our skin color matter?
Do we need to worry about what we look like?
Does anything matter anymore,
As long as we love?
Do our eyes open doors to haunted pasts?
Things I never would tell anyone, you already knew,
And we haven't even met.
I'm cold, I whimpered.
You came and took your jacket off. Here, you said.
I don't deserve your kindness, I argued.
I left you speechless at times.
I try not to cry...
But when I do,
You embrace me,
And I cry on your shoulder.
Shhh...
I really don't deserve your presence,
But you said otherwise.
I kept degrading myself, and I found it difficult to say goodbye.
You told me not to worry, for you were going to be there always.
Energy, you said simply. It never dies.
It goes on forever and Ever and Ever.
Never dies... Never dies... Never dies...
Boundaries don't matter, you said.
Each day, you were bathing in my tears and comforting me,
Participating in anger and motivating my very soul,
And I didn't even realize it.
Seeing beyond the human eyes,
And looking through the eyes of cosmic energy,
That lives eternally in LOVE.
I love it when a plan comes together, don't you? You asked me.
I smiled, and you slipped a jacket over me to keep warm,
As you wrapped your arms around me,and rocked me.
I had tears of joy forming in the corners of my eyes,
And you told me not to cry, because there was no need to.
I couldn't help, and I broke down.
I heard tapping, and mumbling.
I run and run,
But you catch up to me, and ask if I was okay, and what was wrong.
I don't want to be pressured anymore.
I cry,
But then I run out of tears to shed.
It's nothing, I would say.
But as the jacket reappears over my shoulders, and the hood is pulled over my head,
The truth is sucked out of me.
You get really concerned, and wonder.
I would say something about myself you would disagree with,
And tell me I was beautiful.
I remember,
The dream I had that snowy, January afternoon,
Last year.
It lingers in my mind
And I miss that dream,
And I miss you.
I would say sometimes I am broken,
And you promise to nurture me...
But I see the jacket in your hand,
And you tell me to put it on,
And I am bathed in your LOVE.
I say thank you for all you've done.
I don't think I could possibly repay you in this lifetime...
God bless you, Michael.
Dear Beloved,
Love, and Be Loved. ....February 9, 2012
This poem was kind of a mash-up of thoughts that came together into a ball that created this poem. I thought of a lot of things. This rare pic of Michael I found on Fanpop inspired the title of the poem, and the symbolism of a jacket is the warmth and comfort it gives (and to be honest.. I think he looks mighty handsome in glasses). Some of the poem is inspired by a video of Michael comforting a fan. Some of the poem is spiritual, for example: "Energy, you said, it never dies." I hope you liked this poem. Michael greatly inspires this poem, as the ending two lines said. Possibly more Michael-inspired poems to come. This is the video that fueled part of this poem. It made my heart melt and gave me butterflies. www.youtube.com/watch L-O-V-E. -Lydia (:
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I am a dance
That flows in time
To the eternal life of creation.
I am a song
That lives on the waves
Of the air above.
I am a painting
That hangs in this world
And gets admired, and sometimes ridiculed.
I am a raindrop
That meets the ground
Before my story is told.
I am creativity,
But so are you
That lingers in this would
And goes unnoticed.
I am hope
That gives you another chance
To change the man in the mirror.
I am justice
That prevails in the end
Shattered in the paint of truth.
I am music
That stands out
In a melody I call my own.
I am a tear
That falls down our cheeks
Out of grief and joy.
I am a war
That needs to stop hurting the ones I love
Immediately.
I am a band-aid,
That keeps the world together
And on it's feet.
I am comfort
That rocks you gently
When you feel down and lonely.
I am the stars
That shine at night
Lighting your way.
I am the moon
That proudly in the sky
You are no longer scared of.
I am magic
But so are you
That will heal the world
And our children.
I am LOVE
But so are you, and you, and you... And all of you
That cares for everyone and everything. I am a HUMAN,
That has a heart and feeling
Just like everyone else. 
I got bored last Thurday so I wrote this little poem. I had a lot on my mind last week and I wrote several poems for the most part. I hope you all liked the poem (and the picture)... Michael's [once again] been the inspiration for this poem. It has, in my opinion, so much to tell. Especially the last line, "I'm a human that has a heart and feelings, just like everyone else." Maybe more Michael-Inspired poems to come... :) L-O-V-E
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...You saw me mourning my love for you, and touched my hand... I believe in you... I'll give up everything just to find you... I have to be with you... To live, to breathe... You're Taking Over Me... Hello people! I got bored so I wrote another poem. I was watching a 2003 interview (I think it was 60 Minutes) earlier this month, and Michael was explaining some of the cruel things he had to go through after being taken to the police department when he got arrested. I was horrified, and after thinking about it, I wrote a poem about how that experience must've felt like. I hope you like it! Michael, I love you! And I love you all! Bless you all! SUCH A FEELING Such a feeling is ambush; That wave of fear and that wave of wander. Where are you going? What will happen? And then it hits you as the clamps of shackles take you hostage, Having no choice but to follow the opressers. Such a feeling is ridicule; That wave of laughter that hurts and that wave of burning tears. And then it hits you when you've been locked up in their sick minds, Mocking you horrifically. Such a feeling is helplessness; That wave of pain that hits you like a fist in combat and that wave of authority you know you can't escape. And then it hits you... You're trapped in their filthy trash. No hope of escaping until you've begged them for mercy. Such a feeling is innocence That wave of childhood that was never seen and that wave of pain as the hands violently take your shoulders. And then it hits you, as you look up, Wondering why... Just.... Why. Did they want to see me like this, so they could stare emotionless at me? Battered, Scarred, Humiliated? Did they want to kill me, for their own gain? In the ground? Cold? Ashamed? Did they want to point and laugh, me the pun of their cruel jokes? Mocked, Opressed, Shunned? Did they want to see me walk the line, see me behind bars? Wanted for money? A laughingstock? Accusations? Did they just not care at all, what they did to me? Because it seems like everything I do is taken to a risk. But that never stopped the love I had for my children of the world, and the darling angels I call my babies, my children. And I forgive you. It's hard to believe that I would considering the torment I went through. 
-Lydia =)
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I wanted to share these poems I wrote a little while back. These poems were inspired by the picture below. There are two parts. I hope you like them. To be honest, writing poetry is one of the most creative things I've ever done, and it's something I am told I do well.. xD They were written with Michael completely in mind. Part one was written when I got bored at school and I had nothing to do, part two was drafted the next day and finished the next evening. I think it was January 12(?) when I wrote part one, the 13th when I wrote part two. Again, I hope you like them. JANUARY 29, 2012: I got bored so I wrote a part three with a lingering idea that came to me this morning. It gets a little intense, so if you're sensitive to pain, I'll suggest you not read it. I hope you like all three of these poems! THE BRIGHT FIGURE - PART 1
I felt alone
No one was around
I grew sad and cried silently
You sensed my grief,
And came
The Bright Figure
That kneels beside me.
"I have come
To take away the pain.
To let you know, in this time,
I am still here.
To unchain you from the heavy shackles
That bound you to your doubt.
Come, and I will dance with you,
This dance of creation
In the world you never knew was there.
We will laugh and sing together.
And you will know that
You Are Not Alone."
So The Bright Figure
That kneels before me
Will always stay.
And all the pain and grief
Have gone away.
THE BRIGHT FIGURE - PART 2
I felt alone,
And I felt desparate
Because no one understands
How I feel about you.
They take your name
They execute and ridicule it.
Once, you asked, after all that pain,
What's left?
I started to cry,
Silently, once again,
And I was still alone.
Sensing my apparent sadness,
You came to me again,
And The Bright Figure that appears
Kneels before my fragile soul,
And embraces me in LOVE.
"Why do you cry?
You musn't listen to their lies.
You know me well. You know me.
The more you listen,
The more upset you'll get.
Don't let them bring you down.
Come, I will show you
The river of LOVE.
We will dance
The dance of creation."
You rocked me gently,
Cradled under your heartbeat,
And tried to calm me down.
"Shhh... My Child.
It may be hard, but I know you.
You know me.
You are the one I bow to, I kneel before,
To show my gratitude for keeping my LOVE alive,
And I thank you.
Come, we will build a wall.
A wall where only LOVE resides,
And nothing more than the eternal LOVE we know.
Come, we will find a place for you to rest.
You've had a hard day."
You led me to a field of paper flowers,
And lay me down under The Giving Tree.
A blanket made of LOVE
And a pillow that caresses my head ever so gently.
"Your body needs rest, dear.
You can't continue on so long.
Remember not to listen to the lies
That have been said,
Because we know each other enough to know
LOVE conquers all.
You have come,
I will sing to you a song of LOVE and peace.
You will dream,
And dream of wonder.
Dream of comfort.
Dream of LOVE."
Soft voice, so angelic..
Head comfortably against your chest,
In your loving arms.
Swaying back and forth,
Ever so.
"Shhh...
Shhh...
Sleep..."
The Bright Figure that kneels before me,
As my drowsy eyes slump down,
Thank you...
And my eyes close,
As The Bright Figure keeps me safe.
THE BRIGHT FIGURE - PART 3 I had a dream one night, and in that dream, I was skinning myself alive.
I had a knife in one hand, slicing places, and then I skinned myself.
Each inch of flesh.
One.
By.
One.
They were watching me.
They wanted to see me in pain, in torment spite myself.
They were watching to make sure I did what they asked me to.
Then the bright figure came to me, and was no longer the beam of light it had appeared to be.
Instead it was an angel I knew so well.
"What in the world are you doing?" he asked.
"They want me to do this." I replied as I tore the skin off my arm, crying in rage and agony.
The blood was so warm.
When I got used to the pain, it didn't really feel like anything anymore.
"Who is They?" he asked. "It's only you and I here."
"Them." I said, looking at the menacing faces around me. "They."
The angel looked at my bloody arm and he looked down. "Why do you do this?"
I said, "Because they said if I didn't do this myself, they would, and it would be as painful as if I do it myself."
I scream to drown out the cruel laughter of the Others watching.
"Please, Stop." the angel said.
"Why should it matter to you? You're not the one in pain." I said back.
"Because," the angel answered, pulling my hand away from my skinned arm. "I feel your hurt, and it's excruciating."
"You shouldn't feel what I feel." I cried. "You shouldn't care."
"But I do care." the angel said quietly.
A long wave of Silence passed us, and the angel threw the knife across the world.
"Stop." he commanded. "Don't hurt yourself anymore."
I cried, as a hand ran over my arm, and it's skin was replenished, as if I was reborn into a new soul, uttering it's first sound to make sure it was alive and knew it was loved.
"There is no They, but only Us." the angel spoke as the scars faded away.
"They scarred and tortured me." I said silently. "I can't be healed."
The angel said otherwise, and carried me in his loving arms.
He took me to a beautiful place, With a lake of purity, and LOVE everywhere.
Thr trees were lush, and the flowers in bloom.
Lilies and roses and sunflowers invaded the grounds around us.
I was still in pain, from when I skinned myself alive.
He made it his goal to heal me.
To nurse me back to health, and comfort me.
As many times as he's "Shh"ed me before, he didn't mind having the sound utter his lips again.
As many times as he's held me safely in his arms, he didn't mind cradling my limp body once again.
As many times as he sang to me, he didn't mind singing to me again.
He just... Didn't seem to mind.
The angel really did love me, and care for me.
And now I know...
There is no They,
But only Us.
And only We.
No I and You.
But We and Us.
So simple.....
"You shouldn't skin yourself alive for everything you regret." The angel spoke softly. "It's not your fault."
At first I didn't believe the Angel but soon enough his voice made me sleepy.
That, my friends, is how much the angel could hypnotize you.
He could change you in an instant, he could turn hate into LOVE.
He changed the world, and made it a better place to the best of his ability,
And taught me that that I could do the same.
The angel, who sang my LULLABY, laid me down comfortably, and I fell asleep...
...Letting his magic of LOVE work on me.
And when I was asleep, dreaming of more happy things,
I woke up.
What a dream inside a dream.
And suddenly, my stuffy bedroom got bright as the sun, and a bright figure kneeled before my bed, where I sit straight in awe.
The bright figure, who was the angel in my dream, took my hand in his, and spoke:
"Child, you have scared yourself.
I'll protect you from the monsters that want you to feel the pain.
I've felt the pain you went through in your dream.
It was me that freed you.
It was me.
Keep me in your heart, and I will protect you.
Keep me in your heart, I will comfort you.
Keep me in your LOVE, and I will LOVE you, like you LOVE me.
These lonely nights are hard to get through, Little One.
I will keep you in my eyes by crafting you a sweet dream.
Crafted by the world's beautiful sights, and the lovliest lullabies, and I will be there, waiting.
Everland awaits us, Child.
But now you must get back to sleep."
I am too frightened to fall back into sleep's unpredictable mess.
You sense that, and embrace me.
...Humming...
The way LOVE binds us has changed me forever.
And I fall asleep, smiling, because you were there.
You are happy to see I am finally Calm, and I am now waiting for you.
Now I kneel to you, my BRIGHT FIGURE, like you kneel to me, the frightened child in her dark bedroom, scared to death to see tomorrow, or even fall asleep at night.
The BRIGHT FIGURE that kneels before me, And the BRIGHT FIGURE I kneel before now, in humble gratitude.
In each other, we are resurrected in one wholeness of joy.
The Brigh Figure will always be here to stay.
And now, all the pain and grief, have gone away. 
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It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared.
All at once I felt left behind. "Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned. Then my spirit said, "The falcon's way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird." So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong. Why did I feel so cold and alone?
"You grew wings without me," my heart said. "What good is freedom without love?" So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth. I was free and loving, but still something was wrong.
"You grew wings without me," my body said. "Your flights are only imagination." So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew. In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body. "As if carried aloft by a great eagle," Saint Teresa said, "my ecstasy lifted me into the air."
I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn't feel left behind. I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home: When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings. -Michael From his 1992 book "Dancing The Dream" 
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Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing fine! Thought I would drop by tonight and share a little something. From me to everyone here, and Michael too! :) I love you all! <3 And Happy Holidays! HUGS! -LyDia PS: Isn't this picture just adorable!? I would hug him.. :3 
A Simple Hug- There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part
A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you
Hugs are meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear
A hug is an amazing thing -
It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say
It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and type,
It's always understood
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts By: Johnny Ray Ryder Jr.
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Hello There! I've been thinking about today, and what would happen to Conrad Murray. I was so interested in everything and the first thing I did when I got home from school was turn on my television. The screen showed "FOUR YEARS IN JAIL" and I knew exactly what had gone down. I have to admit when I heard the verdict about 24 days ago live, I indeed felt a little empty inside, but a little satisfaction when the word "GUILTY" bounced around in my ears, just to make sure I was hearing right. Michael can't be brought back, but we can still spread the L-O-V-E he had for his family, friends, fans, and the world, and love him, as we do. But when I saw that four years could possibly change into two, that's what stopped me in my tracks. Turns out it's good behavior and successfully serving time, plus time already served. So, if you have four years and you serve time, 4/2=2. But who knows? Anything is bound to happen. I think four years would do Murray good and I'd like to say I was outraged at the documentary, Michael Jackson and The Doctor on MSNBC. Yes, I watched that documentary, and I was balling my hands into fists at some parts, but two of the parts that made me mad was Conrad Murray saying "I do not feel guilty, because I have not done anything wrong." and the one part shot at one of the defense attorney's home, and one of them remarks something along the lines of, "What 50 year old sleeps with a baby doll? He's weird, Everything about him is weird." It pi**ed me off greatly. Now why say that? Did not Michael go through enough? What a year 2011 has been, don't you agree?? Dearest Michael,
I love you more!!
You've really touched my heart... <3
, LyDia(;
Anyway, before I turn loose for the night, I wanted to share a poem I wrote for Michael... I wrote it on 26 November 2011. Hope you like it! It was whatever came to mind that moment. How did you know
In the dusk-darkened room,
My soul yearns for your embrace?
How did you know
My heart yearns for your love
When I feel alone?
How did you know
I reach out for your hand
Through my busy, rainy days?
How did you know
I feel your arms hold me close
Even now?
I feel you all around me.
I should be the one bowing.
Not you.
In my feeling,
I should be the one bowing to you,
Not you bowing to me.
Did I dream like you?
My fears twisting every dream I have started to dream
Starting with the day my fears became very much so.
It hasn't happened, and I don't want it to.
One day,
It would rain sunflowers
With petals radiant as the sun.
It would snow diamonds
With glistening reflections
Of our happy moments.
It would color the sky star lily pink
Which would mark the end of the day
And in your arms, in the Giving Tree, I fall asleep.
I Know
One Day
We'll Fly
Across Skies
Beyond This
Moment Of
Now.
Eternal.
Forever.
Infinity. It's Like
You're There
Inside My
Heart.
We're
Inseperable
Nothing Will
Tear Us
Apart. Someday,
When Everything
Else Seems
Dark, We've
All Got
Each Other
To Hold
As One
Big Happy
Family. I
Love
You
More.
I Love
Those Four
Words In
A Sentence
Together. And
I
End
Here.
I'll
See
You
There. 
(This picture is ADORABLE!! Makes me wanna just cuddle up beside him... :3) (PS: I know you feel the same way  . Don't be shy, I know it!)
-LyDia(;
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♥♥Holding hands with the MJ community.♥♥ Let us all hold a virtual hand for Michael and his family and comfort each other while the last stages of this court is in motion. If you are holding hands with your fellow MJ fan, then repost and pass it on and let them know...Let's keep the faith everyone. Justice 4MJ our♥♥ King of Hearts...♥♥for life. ♥♥ ♥♥♥JUSTICE FOR MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!!♥♥♥
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Since it being so close to Halloween, I decided to be a zombie for Halloween... If only I could afford a Thriller jacket... Haha. :P If I get any pictures I might post 'em. Anyway, in my eyes, Ghosts has grabbed my attention this Halloween. I going to watch it a lot until Halloween, and still from then on. I can relate to Maestro in many ways ^_^ People don't think we're normal, and we're both very mysterious. And we can do neat tricks too!... only I can't make ghosts appear before your eyes... I'm leaving that one to Maestro! XD Halloween is my favorite holiday, and it's not just because of the free candy we beg for at peoples doorsteps. I love the costumes and the erieness of Halloween. And, I like doing the Thriller dance. :) And vampires, you can't forget about the vampires, and the ghosts, goblins, witches, and zombies. And this year... I get fake blood with my costume!!!! Since my mother won't let me scare the wits out of anyone, I guess I can side with my older brother, who, for Halloween, is just going to wear a knife-headpiece. And then there's candy. Ha Ha. Like I really need more to make me Off The Wall (get it? Haha...!) But most importantly, there's the big transition from Halloween to Christmas, my second favorite holiday, but I'll wait to talk about Christmas until they start to play Christmas songs on the radio. Happy early Halloween Michael!!! :) I love you! And a happy Hallows Eve to my MJTP people!!! "You're right. I do like scaring people, yes. But it's just for fun. Anyone here like games? Hello?! Game Time!!!" "Did I scare you???" -Michael Jackson 
With the love. L-O-V-E.
LyDia:)
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"No Matter What They Told You
You're Not Alone
I'll Be Right Beside You, Forevermore..."
"You Are Not Alone,
For I Am Here With You
Though You're Far Away,
I Am Here To Stay
You Are Not Alone,
For I Am Here With You
Though We're Far Apart,
You're Always In My Heart.
You Are Not Alone..."
Dearest Michael,
I've been keeping up with the trial, but I've also been keeping myself occupied for a little while because I know you wouldn't want us to be scared of what they show and instead, carrying on the legacy we come to know as you. Listening to your music and loving you like we do.... As I want to see justice just like many of us here, I'm going to stay strong throughout this entire trial. Keep The Faith... Justice For You, Michael.
Yesterday they showed a new autopsy picture, and I have to say, it did scare me a bit, as did the last one. I thought I was going to cry because of your condition when the picture was taken. And I thought, "Why did they show this?! I know this should help the prosecution, but did they have to show it like that?" It was you undressed, privates blocked with a big black square, and just your shell, lying there. It frightened me. I was lying on my bed and I just grabbed hold of my quilt and just started gasping.
And there are some times where I feel like I need a hug. Because "I get lonely sometimes, I get lonely..."
And then there are some times where I miss dreaming about you at night. "You are all I need in my life....You are all I dream of here at night..."
And sometimes, I just tell you I love you because I love you, and "I Don't Know What To Say...My Head's Spinning Like A Caurosel..." I'm Speechless when it comes to you... I love you so much!
"When All Life Is Seen As Divine, Everyone Grows Wings.". Remember that quote, from "Wings Without Me" from your book, Dancing The Dream? It's hanging in my room, in a frame. I made an almost calligraphic-like writing. It's really pretty and I still get the weirdest reactions. My brother and my mother looked at me funny when they saw it. All I said was "Yes.", because they read the quote aloud in a tone of question, and I laughed at them. What they don't know, but I learned, about you is that you were spiritual, and I like that. :) I thought that was a spritual/inspirational quote, and since I had written "Wings Without Me" down on paper, I thought to look at tht to find the right quote. The last quote I had hanging up was "I was born to never die. To live in bliss, to never cry, to give my love without a sigh, this is my dance this is my high, it's not a secret, can't you see? Why can't we all live in ECTASY?"
Besides the trial, I've been preparing for two performances. My high school choir is having their fall concert tomorrow and Friday and I'm really excited! And I've been caught up in study. I had an Advanced Placement Human Geography test today and I have a Honors Algebra test tomorrow.
And now, I have some random stuff to say xD
It's because of you, Michael, I have urges to climb trees, but I can't climb trees where I am
It's because of you, Michael, I am eye-balling pianos everywhere and when I have the chance to play some random notes.
It's because of you, Michael, I am starting to dance. I used to never dance, but I like to dance in my bedroom to your songs.
It's because of you, Michael, I am writing fanfiction...which is going well. :)
It's because of you, Michael, I moonwalk and slightly sideslide in gym class when no one is looking and talking to you when no one can hear me whisper to myself except for you. (AppleHead... That became my nickname... xD)
It's because of you, Michael, I love you, the world, and everyone in it..."You and me and the entire human race..."
I pray for you and your family at night during the trial.. :) It's a nice thing to do, right? Pray for people.. ^_^
I love you, Michael...So much.
My angel of music...
From this day on, now and forever more, you'll be in my heart.
I love you more.
I love you all. 
With the love. L-O-V-E. JUSTICE 4 Michael!!!!
LyDia :)
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Dearest Michael,
Like any other fan, I have questions about this too...
I watched as much as the beginning of Dr. Muarry's trial today as I could and I have to ask... what really happened between you and Conrad Murray?
Through all of today's testimonies to the audio tape (which tore me apart... I cried on my brother's bed because what I had heard.) At first, I wasn't sure that 'sluggish' (as was described) voice was your voice, but when I read what was being said, in an instant I was tuned, I knew it was you, in and I just cried. I couldn't believe my ears to be honest. I was like "What the heck did he do to you?" and the simple word, "Why? Why was it going on in the first place?" During Kenny Ortega's testimony, he mentioned a letter he wrote to Randy Phillpis(?) regarding his concerns over your health. HLN, being HLN, cut to commercials when Kenny was reading the letter, and all I really heard of it was something like "Tonight I was feeding him, I wrapped him in blankets, and he had chills." and some other things along those lines. And then what really got to me was the two pictures they showed. They had a picture from the 24th and the 25th of June 2009. The 24th showed you rehearsing Earth Song and the 25th...Oh my God, I could NOT believe what I saw... YOU, in that hospital bed, and knowing you had probably already left your body to be in Heaven, I cried more. My responce was "Oh my God... Oh my God..." and I was on the verge of tears, until I felt one stroll down my cheek. I am keeping up with this trial to the best of my ability, because I want to see how this trial turns out. I guess something new will come out each day. A new thing every day... I guess that's what they say.
I am keeping you, your family and fans in my thoughts and prayers as we go through this as one, big, MJ family.
I wanted to share a song with you too. Maybe you have heard it, maybe you have not. It's called "You'll Be In My Heart" by Phil Collins. My school's choir is performing this song as one of our fall concert pieces, and our concert is in less than three weeks. We are not only singing it, but we will also entwining it with sign language to the best of our ability. When I listened to the intro to the song, I thought "This would be something Michael would sing, I just know it." and as I kept listening, because it was the first time I actually looked at the lyrics, I thought "Yes, Michael should have sang this song! It sounds like a song he would sing to his children and fans alike." And I smiled to myself.
COPY AND PASTE LINK INTO SEARCH BAR: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V35oRyAMmtU&feature=related
Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always
Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
what they can't explain
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all
And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know
When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more
Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be in my heart, always
Always
With the love. L-O-V-E...
LJ
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Michael Jackson sang, the world hoped.
Michael Jackson danced, the world smiled.
Michael Jackson laughed, the world laughed.
Michael Jackson died, the world cried, but sang, danced, and laughed because we know that's what he would've wanted.
Michael Jackson was Michael Jackson, and always will be. We are all Michael Jackson when we cry, sing, dance and laugh ♥
Michael, We Love You Most. Rest In Peace. 1958 - 2009    
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I just had to share some stuff with you people...And Michael. ...And then you forget what you wanted to say and you're stuck trying remember what you were going to say. Doesn't that ever happen to you? Well first of all, I've wanted to listen to Michael's version of the song "Ain't No Sunshine" and now I found it. It's been stuck in my head all day, like many other of Michael's songs like "Don't Walk Away", "Got To Be There" and then I sang "Rockin' Robin" to myself. The songs will just pop into my head, like "Lady In My Life" will pop in during gym and "You've Got A Friend" will pop in during lunch, when I am normally by myself, and I wouldn't be thinking about anything. They just *pop* in. Second, I have a tip. If you're presenting a map to a bunch of people, if you're not in the mood for negative comments about Michael, don't pick Neverland Ranch as a map. I did, and holy cow you wouldn't believe what they said about Michael... It was horrible! I had to pick a map for a project in my Advanced Placement Human Geography class and I chose the map for Michael's Neverland Ranch and I had to present it to the class, and when I did (which was like, last week), everyone made really cruel jokes about Michael and it was just awful...Like, when the teacher pointed to the main residence, plus with the fact that it was classified as an amusement park, someone said "Yeah, that's where he got his amusement." and everyone laughed. It was just rude, hurtful comments. I almost cried, and it hurt me. So I had a thought, "I bet Michael felt this way in 2005, when he was put on trial. This must be what it felt like for him, just horrible, when people say that about him. I wonder if it is possible for him and I to feel the exact same way, even though this was six years ago, and back then I was blind to him." I hate the ridicule I recieve from my older brother about my love for Michael, and his imaptience for me to finish what I'm writing. "I'm not going to wait for you to finish writing about Michael freakin' Jackson." That's what he said, and he just called Michael 'stupid'. "I'll be back in ten minutes (10:00PM EST), so just finish your stupid letter on your Michael Jackson editorial and don't you start a chapter that you can't write in under ten minutes." What kind of older brother tells that to his younger sister? And in such a nasty tone? :'( Why is it at these moments I feel so helpless? It's at these moments I long for Michael to comfort me, and at these moments it takes more than a photo or a song... A hug, maybe? I wanted to share a song I found... It's called "Good Enough" by Evanescence. This song has meaning to me, and I always listen to it when I'm upset, and then I listen to some of Michael's songs. I hope you all like it....And it made me think of Michael sometimes. About how people were pushing him to do what they wanted him to, and if he wasn't 'Good Enough'.
Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.
Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you,
And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw2Ic_2XdVQ&ob=av2e 
With the love. L-O-V-E... :3
-LJ:)
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Hey there Michael! Sooooo... How does it feel being 53? Lolz. :] Happy Birthday!!!! I sang "Happy Birthday" to you when I came home from school today, after I randomly sang the national anthem and my state song. If you heard any of the songs before I sang "Happy Birthday" to you... I'm so sorry. Just Kidding! I know you wouldn't want me to say that. XD For your birthday, Michael, I drew you a picture. It's of you holding 4 different balloons. One is a circle that says "Happy Birthday!", one is a heart, one is a smiley face, and the last is an odd almond shaped balloon with the number 53 on it. In the back, I drew the gates of Neverland the best I could, and I drew a globe being held by two different hands (one is black and the other white, like on the cover for Heal The World), and a peace sign, colored like the OLODUM peace sign from They Don't Care About Us. You have on what you would wear when performing Billie Jean, you know, your mother's sparkly jacket, your signature glove, a white V-Neck, and black pants. It was my first attempt at drawing some non-anime people, and I think it came out better than I thought. I wish to get the picture on here when I can, as the ones I drew for the 2nd anniversary of your Spiritual birth, but I'm unable to do so at the time. So I'll be real happy when I can show everyone what I drew for you. I want to say "Thank You." for changing my life. Words can't begin to describe how much a part of my life you have become. Through all the good and bad times, I can look to you, and be motivated. It's like a magician, you know. They always entertain you with some of the best tricks, and you feel better. It's as if the magicial waved his wand and took the grief away. It's a wonderful feeling! But then, there are times when it must take more than that to patch up my shattered soul. I like to imagine you holding me, protecting me against every fear and degrading comment. My older brother seems to like to ridicule me and make mean jokes about you. It gets to me when I know it shouldn't but I really can't help it, you know, because he is my brother. He said things like "You're addicted with a dead man. Don't you find that odd? Strange? Obsessive?" and I said, "Nope. Not at all." and then he had some comment after that about and I couldn't take it anymore. Birthday's are fun, don't you think so? I remember when you were on tour in... Denmark (?) and they brought out a big cake and everyone sang "Happy Birthday!" It put a smile on my face and I kept your smile in mind as I went through my day, sneaking moonwalks into my walking when I was in gym this afternoon. Once again, HAPPY 53rd BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL! I <3 U! With the love. L-O-V-E... <3
LJ:] PS: You should've seen this coming... >;)
~Applehead LJ This is a rare pic I found on FanPop from the BAD Era. It's Michael wearing glasses. :3 <3 Doesn't he look adorable??? 
My radio wakes me up in the mornings. This morning, "Waiting on the World To Change" by The Ealges was ending, and then "Beat It" came on. After it finished, the radio person goes, "That was Michael Jackson, celebrating his 52nd birthday." It made me giggle, because it's your 53rd and I messed it up too. I actually thought 52nd for a second as well, and it was actually funny, because I had to use my fingers to count how old you are.. Silly me! XD But I saw a mix of 52 and 53, and I guess it got to me.
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Thursday June 30, 2011...
I've been on the MJTP for a year! I'm very happy I joined this wonderful portrait, and I'm very happy I'm a part of it!
I've met a lot of people in the year and I've made some new friends just like me.
It makes me...Well, SPEECHLESS, when I get on here. It's always a pleasure to get on here, and I try to get on when I can.
What I love the most about this place is that we can come together and not be bothered by haterz...It's like a treehouse, a club...Where we can be ourselves and express our love of our Beloved, Michael.
I thank Michael because...Well, he's Michael! What more can I possibly say? I couldn't go ONE day without hearing his voice or seeing a picture of him. He's one of the best people that ever roamed the Earth, and when you think about it, he's just like us. He was human, and so are we. He did everything he possibly could to help the world. I never believed in the tabloids, even before he physically died (I'm saying that because I believe he is SPIRITUALLY alive, and is with each and every one of us). You are an angel, Michael. :)
Michael's my Angel Of Music, like Erik is to Christine [From Phantom Of The Opera].
At the moment, I am writing MJ fanfiction, and I admit that's the reason I haven't been on in a while. I have a lot of fun doing so and if you'd like to read my stories, you can do so by going here (copy and paste into your search bar):
http://www.mjfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=1054
Writing and drawing are my personal tributes to Michael. I'll try to get some pictures uploaded when I can do so.
And though I could do without the constant negative, almost "hater like" remarks from most of my family, I love them too. ^-^
Everyone says I'm obsessed, they even say I'm taking my obsession "too far", but when you're talking about Michael, there's no such thing as "too far". ;)
Michael, what would I do without you? I really don't know how I could live, not knowing about you. You Are My Life, and I Just Can't Stop Loving You. You showed me how to view the world in a different and beautiful way. You taught me to "Heal The World" and make it a better place. I can Never Say GoodBye... You've become part of who I am today, and I'm very thankful.
You've inspired me so much, Michael, I have a dream. I plan on mending most of my stuffed animals over the next few years, and buying some more stuffed animals, and when I can do so, instead of selling them at a garage sale, in your name, I would like to one day visit a nearby hospital and give these stuffed animals to sick children, so they may have a friend to cuddle up with, and . But since I can not so so just yet, I'm keeping this dream close to my heart, right next to you.
""So what is my life
If I don't believe
There is someone to watch me
Follow my dreams
Take all my chances, like those who dare
And what of our world
What does it become
When the damage is done
And you held out, you said no, you stand up
Only God knows
That it's all in the game
It's all in your name
Carry me to the gates of paradise
They're the same
It's all in your name..."'
~Barry Gibb and Michael Jackson- All In Your Name
So, to conclude my little letter...
In Michael's words: "I love you more!"
With the Michaelish Love. L-O-V-E...
LJ:)
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February 1, 2011......
Had another MJ dream last night (Janusry 31, 2011). Thought I'd share it with everyone. I think what I'm gonna do is put my MJ dreams here.
I was in some place, and I don't know if I was getting blood taken or getting medicine, but they had a syringe and was gonna stick it in my arm. I kept covering up my arm and yelling "No! Don't!" and I started crying (I'm very terrified of needles)...and when the nurse couldn't take my complaining, she called for another person, and so Michael (Bad Era, Dressed in a doctors uniform) came over to where I was and said, "Calm down. Its OK." and takes the syringe from the one nurse. Then he looked in my eyes (because looking in someones eyes is the best way to let them know you're not lying) and said, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." and chuckled. So of course, then I trusted him, why would I not trust Michael? So I uncovered my arm and let him stick the syringe in my arm. It didn't hurt...it was like all the pain was taken from my body, like his voice became my anesthetic. Then after he pulled the syringe out, he hugged me. He smiled and laughed, "See? I told you it wouldn't hurt!"
Then he was at another place, looked like a classroom, and he was sleeping, and still in the doctors suit. "Childhood" played in the background. I sat in a chair and watched over him....and then I moved my chair (quitely) next to where he was sleeping and fell asleep too.
Then my alarm clock woke me up and this was what happened....XD
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January 20, 2011... I got to come home from school early today because of getting snow, and after I had dinner, I decided to take a nap, and it was a good thing because I had another dream with Michael being in it (this being MJ Dream #5). It was kinda short but I was happy to have had it....
Michael and I were running, playing tag. We were in a vacant field. He was wearing a black fedora, a blue long sleeve button down polo, and black pants, exactly like in the picture below.
We were laughing and having fun but then he yelled, "STOP!", so I did. When he came over to me, he said "I have a suprise for you."
"What is it?" I asked. Then I felt him put his right hand on my neck. Fearing he was going to tickle me (I hate getting ticked BTW), I started leaning my head to the right, but then he pushed my head back up with his thumb. Then I felt his left hand touch the other side of my neck.. So now both of his hands were on both sides of my neck, his wrists sitting on my shoulders. He starts massaging my neck, which makes me jump a bit. It also make me feel a bit drowsy, then I looked at him, just enough so I can't interfere with what he was doing, and gave him a smile. Then he smiled back at me.
The dream was over...
I woke up, and I thought about it and realized the surprise was him trying to make me feel better, because before I took the nap, my neck was sore when I would stretch it out, and after I woke up, the weirdest thing...my neck wasn't sore anymore.
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