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I was Sitting here
Waiting
Waiting for the world to inspire
Inspire me to write
To laugh
To do
Waiting for the world to tell me
How
How to motivate
How to do
What needs to be done
How to create a world to be won
Nothing
I waited
For nothing
I waited to be acted upon
I had no reason to be here
Then one day the motivation struck
Just for 10 minutes
10 minutes
Is all you needed
You appeared in my life
Like a vision in a dream
I had only planned strife
You put a stop to that scheme
You said I was worth it
In your eyes a gleam
You gave me a motivation
I’ve had never before seen
Never mattered location
You opened for me a new door
This life the old me envies
My heart no longer poor
Happiness no longer on a distant shore
Ten minutes and all this was spun into motion
Inside my head you started a commotion
A storm now rages inside
Emotions that burst forth
From a long ago place
You inspired me to write
To dream
To laugh
To do
To live
No longer am I waiting to put effort into action
You’ve given me the how
How to do what needs to be done
You’ve started creating
A world to be won
The world we needed
And this world is better than I could have imagined.
And all it took was ten minutes unimpeded
To my angel
We are taken back
We are taken back into the dreams of mortal man
We are taken back drunken and confused

Step on the broken land mine
No explosion or sound
Just wait........you heard the faint click
Oh ****!!
BOOM!!!
Distorted body and bandaged limbs

How life changes with just one step
Step over the madness of the world
Open your eyes
Then cry for what you have missed
Who's that walking on the moorland?
Who's that moving on the hill?
They are passing 'mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken
And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.

Who's that calling on the moorland?
Who's that crying on the hill?
Was it bird or was it human,
Was it child, or man, or woman,
Who was calling so sadly on the hill?

Who's that running on the moorland?
Who's that flying on the hill?
He is there -- and there again,
But you cannot see him plain,
For the shadow lies so darkly on the hill.

What's that lying in the heather?
What's that lurking on the hill?
My horse will go no nearer,
And I cannot see it clearer,
But there's something that is lying on the hill.
My size nine foot
sometimes
fits right inside
my mouth.
 Feb 2016 Olivia Kent
Mike Hauser
In this life there is a key
You must look past your eyes to see
Deep inside of everything
Where true beauty sings

Look with your heart and with your mind
Where you will find over time
The soul holds tight the inner light
Where that beauty shines
You don't have to put up with it,
no one is stuck on Facebook.

I look but can't see
the
delete me the **** outa this app that's free and always will be
krap.

Zap,
Zuckerberg just shot me down, run me out of Facebook town.
Pow,
I was going anyhow, they're just a bunch of nothing new,
a new look on a pirate crew,
*******
facebook.

Then they suspend me, them
wicked ******* on Facebook send me
to that godforsaken place called Coventry where the end of me is processed and repackaged endlessly,
Coventry?
I think it's twinned with monotony and
******* facebook
I'll go-commando,
hide away in Twitterville
and go it solo with 139 other characters who know as
much as I know.

Which is next to nothing

Am I bad or what?
THEY hold their public meetings where
Our most renowned patriots stand,
One among the birds of the air,
A stumpier on either hand;
And all the popular statesmen say
That purity built up the State
And after kept it from decay;
And let all base ambition be,
For intellect would make us proud
And pride bring in impurity:
The three old rascals laugh aloud.
When that day comes, whose evening says I’m gone
Unto that watery desolation,
Devoutly to thy closet-gods then pray
That my wing’d ship may meet no remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me
For one drink-offering poured out by thee.
Mercy and truth live with thee! and forbear
(In my short absence) to unsluice a tear;
But yet for love’s sake let thy lips do this,
Give my dead picture one engendering kiss:
Work that to life, and let me ever dwell
In thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.
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