Made for Soul

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009[2]) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. (Wikipedia) Michael Jackson is a victim of society. His dead is his release, his freedom. Thank you for your art. He gave too much to this world, his music woke up people’s spirit, hopes and gave a real dimension and support to their dreams. He gave a new beat, a new trend, he revolutionized music generally. He is a global talent with a global impact. He is a hero, not a megastar. But his life is not just music. People have also other passions, dreams, desires, empty spaces to fill. Due to his hard infancy he escaped into music, music saved his soul and his music gave us a new perspective on life. But music didn’t cure his soul. His life is an example to us. Wealth, fame, success does not bring personal healing. They just ameliorate your mood. All the people have defects, complexes, and older they are, deeper they affect. For this reason he tried to make a big bla

1. Education has become a business. 2. Education is the most discriminatory process. 3. Education should be free to all classes of population. 4. There should not exist private education. 4. I start my analysis backwards to top, because all have changed when somebody decided to establish private education. It is very clear that private education was designed for people who have money, money to pay to be taught. It was presented like an open helping hand to people who have money but are not smart to pass exams and enter to state schools, universities etc. But, afterwards, those private education institutions have captured majority of knowledge and top level teachers and training programms. Nowadays, only to private schools you can have a top level education, so access to quality education is restricted by money. Ah, but they are not criminals, they leave an open door: if you don't have money, but you are smart guy, you can OBTAIN a scholarship. Therefore quality education is only f

It's a warm summer morning. I woke up hardly, cause last night was too heavy. I don't remember too much about yesterday, but I am pretty happy today. I can feel it. Each day brings something new, each morning is like a door key, a play button or what so ever. We activate. We become fresh. But it’s only for a sec or two, cause after an euphoria sequence we enter into the daily routine. It depends, it varies, but all the time is same thing in another shape. I feel like I got a problem. I don’t like rules, I don’t like paths, models or lines. I like running out of track, going crazy up to my feelings and following signs, not lines. I breathe for new, otherwise I don’t like, I choke. I avoid being part, I like running free, without any kind of limit, out of time and space. Enough about me cause I might not stop. So, each day it’s full of fresh beat but same song. What’s to do? What’s the way? What’s the catch? We don’t have enough time to ask such questions, then how's to answe

Not a bad boy, Not a bad.. to fuck, Listen to me punk Show me what you got. Fuck who slides, Or fuck who hides, Fuck who listen, Songs I write. Fuck'em all, I give .. a shit! Cause you have to feel a bit! Wake your eyes, but wake yo' soul Can't you follow me? ...... Come'on! (pushing play button) Playing now.. So, take a move, Shut the clowns and start to groove, Shut the mind and let it go Feel the music, fuck disco. Fuck the bar and fuck the club, Fuck all music all around, Fuck it slow or fuck it fast, Please don't cry, I'm gonna' blast. Are we nuts, not to see Cause the rhythm is ment to be We are loosing it at all Cause we are fuckin' playing wrong. Stop it now, Stop it so quick! I got music through my feet It makes fuckin' go insane Stop to think and let it play. Wow, how fuckin' fuck we do! We are moving, so do you, We are making shorts to wave We play rock, and rap, and rave. Fuck the spec's, fuck the rec's, Fuck the rules and fuc