inpiration
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Do you ever feel so low Because you can’t do The work you wish too Instead you’re holding down a job That doesn’t stimulate or satisfy you I am greatful yes but I need more But that seems an unlikely dream But I keep on trying to work for it And hope one day it’s…
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The Kalhari Desert full of natures wonders Full of natures mysteries With species in their hundereds All vying in the arid heat And scintillating temperatures Yet somehow is suspends life Where humankind would struggle On the saltpans mirages are common With the forty degrees heat haze Yet like a miracle from underground Water arises for…
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Why the obsession with self diminishment Why do we view ourselves as lesser beings We created a divide without self believing We set up God’s that are holy and divine That take the plaudits for all that is good Any wonderous feats or miracles Even as writers we ascribe to the belief That mist of…
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A simmering hex in the dark world Menacing whispers echo round Incantation spoken in Latin, then a roar Vibrations shaking and erupting through the floor Shadows flicker in the sinster light A feeling of goosebumps and enduring fright The gnashing of teeth and a salavating sound This is a dark and dangerous place that we…
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Now we finally see, the combined synergy of environmental groups Uniting their energies as well as their focus on creating change, in our future generations name, saving our planet, saving trees, saving all other species, for we all feel our earth bleed, yet as one united voice, governments will have no choice but to listen…
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Breaking out and breaking chains, breaking rules not playing games, looking to evolve and escape, from this hateful, toxic place. Flying high and soaring free, looking to question everything, seeking to change the way we live, finding spiritual imperitives, fundamental paradigm shifts, perspicaciousness that lifts, us up to higher frequencies of peace and love and…
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Why is life like a patchwork quilt Stiched together by our force of will, How comes the tales and stories Are written in ink by our quills, Speaking of how our inspirations live on still, No matter the hardships, of which we’ve had our fill. Yet mankind is stubborn and it does not give up…
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I walked down to the river And I stood on the bank And as I gazed and looked out over The far and distant land, I saw a hope and I saw a future And it laid in man it was in his own hands, It had the fate of its future Within its own…

