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its what makes us feel happy
and makes u warm inside
its a classic love story
of husband and bride

love ohh baby love yeah yeah

we smile in eachothers eyes
u keep me arm inside
can i be the husband i want u as my bride

love ohh baby baby love

its l.o.v.e baby just u and me
when i hold you baby
the world just lets me be

let it free

just love love love


ohhhh babyy loovee
 
My crew work hard for this meal we rob and we still
ride around the block drunk behind the wheel
we dangerous pepole we fearless pepole

We pure gangsta from the feet up
roll the weed up
never marry a b*tch without that pre nump
she youg but damm can she hump

In the ghetto corners we fight for freedom
and me and my peoples will never die
forever high
 
Yeah we back virus productions

Uhhh yeah

We heavy drinkers
deep tought thinkers
heavy smokers
Mary jane tokers

got no time for the jokers
2010 was the year greatness was near
climbed the charts from top to bottom
previous mc"s I guess time forgot em

Was watching the mayweather fight
shit was hott that nigh
he knocked manny"s ass out in Vegas that night

We head to the car iight
lil hood b*tch was talking that sh*t alright
ignore her jump in the car
head out to a club with a Cuban cigar

Virus productions u no who we are
 
man_in_the_mirror said:
Yeah we back virus productions

Uhhh yeah

We heavy drinkers
deep tought thinkers
heavy smokers
Mary jane tokers

got no time for the jokers
2010 was the year greatness was near
climbed the charts from top to bottom
previous mc"s I guess time forgot em

Was watching the mayweather fight
shit was hott that nigh
he knocked manny"s ass out in Vegas that night

We head to the car iight
lil hood b*tch was talking that sh*t alright
ignore her jump in the car
head out to a club with a Cuban cigar

Virus productions u no who we are
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wow thats tight, cant wait to hear it xxx
 
I did this poem last night, I pasted the poem into my hand made card I'm sending to Michael at Forest Lawn. It's got nothing to do with Michael, but has to do with something called...

"PLUSH LOVE"

People say that plush dolls are just for girls and babies,
but the fact is that's not true at all, plush dolls are for
everyone, no matter what you are, no matter how old you
are and what matters is that you have plush love.

You just wanna love those cuddly things,
hugging them, stroking them and kissing them.
You just wanna hold them against your breast and snuggle them good.
You just wanna make them your baby. Plush dolls and animals
are your babies, you just want to keep them company and
wanna keep you company. When you're alone and need someone to
talk to and share stories and secrets. Talk to a plush doll.

You can never sleep without your plush doll, because you get
nightmares or never get any amount of sleep you need or you
get a cranky mood the next day. But with your plush doll sleeping
next to you, you get a good night sleep and have a very pleasant
dreams and start fresh day.

Why? Because all you need is a 1,000 amounts of plush love.
 
feels like i cant escape
feels like i under pressure for one more mix tape
feels like i gonna leave the club in a body bag
feels like i cant make a move no more
feels like i fell in love with a whore


but fuck that shit dont bother me no more
im out the game im out for good
fuck the rap game and the hood

im doing something i should have done\
a long time ago
and its oh no here we go

*sound of loading gun*

but before i kill me i will kill her
tie her ass to bricks and watch her sinky
force her one last time on my dinky winky
oh god sliced her up into a slinky

* women screams and slicing sounds *

but now the end is near
rest in pices my dear
dont shed a tear


*gunshot*
 
Wouldn't it be wonderful to live free of problems.. Wouldn't be lively if they just went away.. If every loved one will always stay.. But that's not the way of the world.. You have heat but also cold.. You have light but also dark.. Some heartaches when they go, the refuse but to leave a mark.. You have joy but also sadness.. There's sanity but also madness.. It seems things in this world are a pair.. I see it true everywhere.. You'll see what you like and what you don't.. you'll see bad times don't say you won't.. But since you have to live through it all.. stay strong never fall.. Friend, allow me to tell you this.. the joy in life is a bliss.. So, cherish the delightful days.. Nothing you have forever stays.. That includes you too.. One day you die it's real and true.. So, live your life with decency.. Leave behind a glorious legacy..
 
I write poetry sometimes...here's one I dedicated to Michael, it's called "Oh dear friend!"

Oh dear friend, if you would know
How much of who I'm now to you I owe,
With my eyes wide open I still was blind
I didn't know how I could find
What my heart so greatly wanted.

Oh dear friend, if you could see
All the tears I shed for thee
So many endless nights I spent
Asking myself where you went
Leaving me here, full of regret.

Oh dear friend, if you could hear
Al my sighs and all the jeer
I know that you'd come back here
Just so you can wipe the tear,
Running down my flaming cheek.

Oh dear friend, thank you so much
For your love and for your clutch
And for all you ever gave,
And I promise I'll be brave
Regardless of what people say.

it's not brilliant, I know, but it comes from my heart
 
'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all' (an extract from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850)

One of my favourite quotes of all time. It's so true, and although I've never had my heart broken I thought of this when we lost dear Michael :cry:
 
here i go i overdosed again
a year later addicted to sleeping pills again
smoking it up once more
feel i shuld be on heavens door

i never tought life could affect me like this
my whole life i jsut reid to run and hide
now my own addictio catches up with me


ok thi isnt even a song or a poem or anything like that it just something i was thinknig and figured i would type it down ...
 
karom said:
I write poetry sometimes...here's one I dedicated to Michael, it's called "Oh dear friend!"

Oh dear friend, if you would know
How much of who I'm now to you I owe,
With my eyes wide open I still was blind
I didn't know how I could find
What my heart so greatly wanted.

Oh dear friend, if you could see
All the tears I shed for thee
So many endless nights I spent
Asking myself where you went
Leaving me here, full of regret.

Oh dear friend, if you could hear
Al my sighs and all the jeer
I know that you'd come back here
Just so you can wipe the tear,
Running down my flaming cheek.

Oh dear friend, thank you so much
For your love and for your clutch
And for all you ever gave,
And I promise I'll be brave
Regardless of what people say.

it's not brilliant, I know, but it comes from my heart
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This is a sweet poem. This is what results when the heart writes, not the mind. The product moves you and you can feel it. Beautiful..
 
So, you just don't understand me at all? You see me hurt and let me fall. I'm in a world that's freezing cold. Will you let me there until I'm grey and old? Nothing can remove the knife in my heart. No money, no property, nor any form of art. My cure is the rarest in the universe. So, I guess I have to live with this eternal curse. My cure is a loving hand. That takes mine and help me stand. Why don't you release me from this prison. The key is right here, it's not hidden. Just embrace my embattled heart. Hold is close and let the peace start. My enemy is the frightening loneliness. That kills my soul with a piercing emptiness. Have you ever seen who they call the living dead? They say they hunt flesh that's fresh and red. Those aren't the ones I'm referring to. I will clear it up and enlighten you. The living dead I'm talking about; are those who had their hearts ripped apart. Who were cursed by the fiend of loneliness. Who are plagued with the unbearable emptiness. So, now that you've been informed. Will you kindly save me from this world? Will you love me?!
 
Title: Michael Jackson: From Neverland To Eternaland

Description: A tribute poem in honour of the King of Pop as the world marks the one year anniversary of his transition to eternal glory. Michael Jackson, unarguably, remains the best entertainer the World has ever seen – living or dead.

August 29, 1958
The Battle For Life Is Won
Without A Screaming Tabloid Headline
Without A Night Vigil By The Paparazzi; Without the Klieg lights
Only A Baby’s First Song For Love And Healing
An Unfamiliar tiny Little Cry Unstirring An Unfamiliar World

The World Is Awakened by the little dwarf in the 5
After Only 1,465 Days And Nights
The Sweet Little Voice Is The Charm;
The Dancing Is The Magic.
Fred Astaire, Jackie Wilson and James Brown
All Singing and Dancing In The Little Man
Albeit, Notes And Steps Higher Than ‘Ere

'’Big Boy, ABC, I’ll Be There
Can You Feel It! Ben, Music And Me
Off The Wall, She’s Out of My Life, Leave Me Alone
Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough, Rock With You
Burn This Disco Out.......................’’

The Ears Of The World Twitched In Awe
It Never Stopped To Listen
It’s Hips And Legs Never Stopped Dancing
Sleep Had Been Murdered
The Singing And Dancing Were Now Everybody’s Dream

The Cicatrices Of The Sacrifice
Forever Lived In The Child – Man
Never Growing Old And Never Growing Up
An Unkind World Awakened By A Prodigy
A Garland of Fame And Fortune Bedecked
In Exchange For The Child In The Talent

November 30, 1982 – The Birth of Thriller!
The Biggest Album In Music History
Even The Dead Woke Up And Got Dancing, Moon Walking!
Music Had Never Been So BAD,
So DANGEROUS, INVINCIBLE Until HISTORY (HIStory) Was Made

‘’Billie Jean, Beat It, Thriller
Human Nature, The Girl Is Mine
Wanna Be Starting Something, Pretty Young Thing (P.Y.T)
Bad, Another Part Of Me, Man In The Mirror, Dirty Diana
Heal The World, Speechless, Liberian Girl,
I Just Can’t Stop Loving You, Smooth Criminal
Keep It In The Closet, Black Or White, You Are Not Alone
Break Of Dawn, One More Chance..............................’’

Over 200 Songs In 50 Years
Songs That Continue To Breathe & Live Forever
Beyond Dust To Dust
Like The Sun That Can Never Die, But Rests
The Man In The Mirror Is You And I
Our Deeds That Shape The World

Michael.
The World Was Yours For Every Song
And Every Song You Sang Was A New World
When You Have The World In Your Pocket
You Have A Pocket Full Of Trouble
What A Price To Pay – The Sacrifice of The Childhood
To Heal An Unkind World

Thursday June 25, 2009
The Battle For Life Is Lost
Death Has Only Taken Away The Fedora Hat
Death Has Only Taken Away The White Socks, The Sequined Gloves
Death Has Only Taken Away The Screaming Tabloid Headlines
Death Has Found The Biggest Treasure Of All Time -
Peace Of The Missing Childhood -
Death Has Only Elevated Michael Jackson
From Neverland To Eternaland.

Adieu
 
Life Is A Whip


Life Is Tough
Tough And Yet Elastic
Dangling Forwards And Backwards
Just Like The Whip

Life Brings Cries And Joy
Life Brings Success And Failure
Life Brings Pain And Gain
Just Like The Whip

Life Is A Whip
Like The Whip
It Lashes Out Forwards And Backwards
Like Success And Failure
Like Pain And Gain

When We Fail
It Is Like Being Whipped
When We Succeed
It Is Because We Were Whipped By Failure
Oh, Life Is A Whip!

Take Heart, Dear Friend
And Always Remember –
No Failure, No Success
No Pain, No Gain
No Loser, No Winner
No Whip, No Life

Like The Boys’ Scout –
‘’Be Prepared’’ –
‘Tis Not The Life, But The Courage
Winners, Be Magnanimous; Losers, Tomorrow Is Yours
Winner or Loser, Powerful or Weak
Rich or Poor, Famous or Notorious
Nobody Can Escape The Whip Of Life
For Life Is A Whip
 
MEANTIME

Far away, far away,
Far away from here...
There is no worry after joy
Or away from fear
Far away from here.

Her lips were not very red,
Not her hair quite gold.
Her hands played with rings.
She did not let me hold
Her hands playing with gold.

She is something past,
Far away from pain.
Joy can touch her not, nor hope
Enter her domain,
Neither love in vain.

Perhaps at some day beyond
Shadows and light
She will think of me and make
All me a delight
All away from sight.

By Fernando Pessoa
 
This a poem I wrote. I write many poems its the only way I can express my feelings really.

The Poet

Trust when broken can’t be fixed
Like a poets broken heart
Through his pain , his creativity shines
Through his suffering flows words he never knew

The pen and paper becomes his friends
Searching for the right way to explain his feelings
Listening to every sound his heart makes
Carrying them very delicate onto the blank paper that lay in front

The poet interviews his heart
Listening to every sudden whisper
Not missing one breath of life
His heart becomes the writer.

The words start writing themselves
Every sentence reveals the truth
The heart becomes alight , with a warm smile
Piece by piece the heart begins to shine again

His feelings on paper
Thoughts shared with anyone who cares
Now the world knows why he is broken hearted
The heart itself has achieved more than he could have ever imagined.
 
One Love, Alot Of Pain

In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

- Rayan Ali
 
friend;1367732 said:
this was my first ever attempt at writing poetry, it's probably more prose than poetry? but anyway, i like it. haven't checked it for typos.


Heed The Messengers

​
Right out of heaven He walked into our midst. Just as Jesus came to us, the son of a carpenter, He also comes to us packaged not as we’d expect. God’s ways are not our ways. His messenger doesn’t come with his angelic wings spread wide for all to see. He doesn’t say look at me in all my heavenly beauty. Nevertheless, He has mastered the art of getting us to recognize the beauty that can exist within each of us.

He came to us as a little black boy right on the heels of Martin Luther King, Jr., who died for the Dream, who also knew how to captivate us through his words. Also a humble man, who knew how to get us to hush and listen, cause there was message Martin needed to deliver, and a message that we needed to hear; need to hear still… shhhh….what’s that you’re sayin’, Martin?

In a time when we need healing, when we need hope, God hears our pain. He has the answers we seek, if only we’ll listen to His messengers. There’s still time. It can’t be too late, for He is with us still.

Will we do to this messenger what we did to the others? Is crucifying the messengers so much better than learning how to heal the world? Why must they suffer so much? Why are their burdens so heavy? Because, when God asked, they said “yes.”

There is light in this world. It’s hard to see, because we silence it so. The messengers tell us to listen to the children. They tell us the answers we seek lie there. The greatest of these messengers said to us "Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it."

Herein lie your answers. Will you heed the messengers?
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One Love, Alot Of Pain

In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

- Rayan Ali
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Very beautiful. Thanks for sharing thrillerchild :)


Beautiful thread, don't know why i neva really entered it be4. Lots of great contributions, didn't get a chance to go through them, but when i went back to the first page that particular post stood out to me. So brilliant and sooo true. God bless you...friend. I know this is 2 years later than ur post, but i hope it's not too late lol. :D




Whilst i was feeding my pigeon friends back at work earlier today i was thinking of some stuff i wanted to post but i didn't know where and i remembered this thread so i thought i might as well put it here. It ain't much really, but i guess China has been on my mind today.

In between the Nobel Peace Prize and a talk at the office about the country and living there and how fascinating it must be i realized, once more, how small our points of reference are. Each of us lives in this micro-cosmos we created for ourselves made of work, school, family ties, possessions, friendships, hobbies and passions and the combination of all of the above or only some of them and we get sooo caught up in it that we forget there is a whole planet out there - 6 billion + of such micro-cosmos. We like to think the world begins and ends with our own problems and accomplishments, only to realize that it is the same for everyone else on this capricious anomaly in the sea of space. I think travel and living in another country other than your own, for whatever reasons - study, work, personal - are the necessary, but not sufficient conditions in order to understand the vastness of the world and the beauty of its diversity.

At the same time, it is incredible, humbling and inspiring to realize by virtue of our common human nature and dignity we are all not only equal, but in essence we share the same dreams of peaceful living and are on a perpetual quest for unconditional love. That is when all 6 billion micro-universes come together and create the macro1.

It must be soo fascinating to see the planet from up in space. The astronauts on the international space station all talk about its beauty and how interesting it is to see it as one single entity - no borders, no wars, pollution which knows no national boundaries. Only when we zoom in with satellites do we see all the little 'insects' fretting about their daily business - on one side of the planet someone might be getting into their car as the dawn sets in to prepare for another long day at the desk or in the factory, whilst on the other corner of world somebody falls asleep in the warm and loving embrace of a lover, in another corner on the diagonal kids might be playing in a park during a sunny afternoon, while somewhere else in a desert soldiers might fighting invisible (in more ways than one) foes.

Oh, and them pigeons i was tellin' y'all about? Well, there are dozens of them that come each day, but i know a couple - a she and a he, i've actually named them, but i won't tell it (that's my secret lol) and i noticed today how time has taken its toll even on them poor little darlings. In the year that has passed since i started feeding them, the feathers on their head have shrunk. I still love them though and i bet when that cold winter wind will blow and snow will start to fall once more they will be again side by side, hugged lovingly and warming each other on the branches of the tree in front of my window.






I think i've rambled enough for the moment. I betta take my random behind, which people love sooo much (both the tale wigglin' tush and the randomness) and move on to the next subject....:cheeky: I've cause enough 'havoc' in this thread, for now...
 
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