Amanyia

7/8/2010

LeBron a Kings Dream

by Amanyia

If we are forced to make decisions in our lives because of the wishes of others, then whose dreams are they! ~Amanyia

King James

Yes your skills bring thrills and

This is not a game but your future,

your life and the time you have left on this earth....

The choice is yours to broaden your horizon,

spread your wings and fly in any direction.

As long as you're making a pretty penny,

folks are always going to have their hands out

talking about give me

and say you're gonna make the rich, richer

and leave the poor poorer..

You're not a chest piece nor pawn,

moving on is only a step farther from where you are.

Fans..are always going be in the plan,

so where ever you go, or what ever you choose, 

let it be drama free and not feel guilty

and be the best you can be,

because you know they're the ones who pay your salary.

Some seem to think it's about your ego,

don't let them feed you negativity,

They don't understand the sacrifice

you make to be the best or

the reason you got game and fame

and its not your ego to blame,

but your dedication and love for the sport

is why you're called the King of the Court.

The Choice is yours

You will always be our

hometown boy King James,

so keep your head up

and do what you have to do,

to be on any winning team,

if that's YOUR dream!

Amanyia

7/8/2010

This writing was inspired by the death of Michael Jackson on June 25, 2009, and the compilation of many of his songs. He was a great performer, producer, writer, and singer, who I believe was a warm,

compassionate, and caring individual. It was his final performance on earth, and he made a grand exit.

Amanyia

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Michael Jackson a Legacy

by Amanyia

At the break of dawn I had butterflies, I scream,

I cry, it was a heartbreaker, I was speechless.

I felt like I had been struck by 2000 watts

of lonely teardrops.

I thought you were invincible, unbreakable,

and whatever happened, heaven can wait.

This time around you are not alone,

I will jam with you, rock with you,

and by human nature I will continue to shout,

and listen to your earth song.

Your music became another part of me,

You were bad, the man,

the king of rock, get it.

I smile because I remember the time,

you were a part of the Jackson Five.

Like ABC you tried to heal the world

hoping black and white come together

singing we are the world,

and working day and night to get your music right.

I frown because others felt threatened,

assumed you were in the closet,

a cheater or dangerous,

even put you on the line for monkey business,

and being a smooth criminal....how judgmental.

If given one more chance don't walk away,

the man in the mirror was only a reflection of your spirit.

It was the music coming from within your soul I heard,

I knew you were a thriller.

And there will still be blood on the dance floor.

Michael I cant help it, I just cant stop loving you,

the way you make me feel you rock my world

You told me don't stop til you get enough,

and I will keep the faith.

Your friends Elizabeth, Billie Jean, Dirty Diana, Little Susie,

Liberian girl, Ben, Superfly Sister, The Lost Children, Speed Demon,

and the Stranger in Moscow, were all just good friends.

When it's our time will you be there to get on the dance floor,

bounce off the wall to burn this disco out.

Now I wannabe startin something, I want my privacy so beat it,

and leave me alone, we've had enough,

they don't care about us, you can't win,

you will still be judged on your skin,

your childhood, and money.

Who is it, the ghosts that will live on through the tabloid junkie.

Michael although you are GONE TO SOON,

you will not be forgotten, fly away, ease on down the road,

because you have left in my heart, an unforgettable Legacy.

I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE.....

Rest in Peace Michael Jackson,

I Love You!

~Amanyia