Doing Boring Work Is a Form of Masochism…
Well, another day gone, maybe after
composing this elegy to my feisty
heroine I will be able to do some
translating and focus enough to do
filing, otherwise another day spent
in daydreaming - it is not of my
choosing, it’s getting out of control –
though it has never been different
I was just more used to stopping myself
before I got lost in my imagination
but nowadays I just lack the motivation
to stop indulging in stories evolving in
my head – besides, doing boring work
without inspiration is a form
of masochism…
poem by Margaret Alice

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Daydreaming
(neil tennant / chris lowe)
(you gotta wake up)
You dont commit to me
You wont make a start
You dont tell me no
You havent got the heart
You sit in a chair
Or you lie in bed
With a faraway stare
And a swollen head
Well, listen here my lover
I have had enough
And I can tell you brother
I could fall in love
With someone who
Looks a lot like you
But gets up and does
What hes thinking of
I cant wait another day
I can give and I can take
Theres a choice you have to make
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
I want to catch a plane
To an open space
I want to feel the sun
Shining on my face
But time is short
And waiting is long
And my patience is exhausted
Im just not that strong
I want to see the parade
You wanna watch tv
So we dont do either
Its insanity
You say theres plenty of time
And life is good
So you never make your mind up
Well you never could
I can ask you when or why
And youll look up to the sky
The parade is marching by
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
Daydreaming, oh, oh, daydreaming, daydreaming
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(leave me alone Im only dreaming)
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(leave me alone Im only dreaming)
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(Im only dreaming), oh, oh
I cant wait another day
I can give and I can take
Theres a choice you have to make, oh, oh
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve gotta choose right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all night long
(daydreaming)
So many times
(daydreaming)
Things pass you by
(daydreaming)
Youve gotta choose right from wrong
(daydreaming)
All day long
All day long
song performed by by Dusty Springfield

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Motivation
Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion
Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire
Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi

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Self Motivation
Life is not boring
Work is not meaningless
Relationships are not worthless
But self motivation is something
You should do on a regular basis and on a daily basis
with or without the assistance of others.
Because motivation is not permanent
Only Self Motivation is
Here to stay
poem by Lawrence Hiung

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My Meditations
In my meditations
In my meditations
I get motivation
And inspiration
I get the spirit
Of higher sensation
Through positive thinking
And creation
My imagination
And expectation
According to the situation
So i don't believe in illusion
The journey seems too far
But i keep going
Temptation keep pulling me down
But i ain't stopping
My mission to be accomplished
And visions established
In my meditations
In my meditations
poem by Matt Ancient

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Natural Gift
See that girl walkin down the street
She looks like a prima donna
Shes a star in her head and the worlds at her feet
She looks at you twice and your heart skips a beat
She didnt learn it at high school or from a glossy magazine
You see shes a natural, she gotta natural gift
You gotta rise above your stupidity
Youre dumb but dont give in
You gotta rise above your station
Discover whats within
And with some luck and dedication and some careful manipulation
Everybody needs some inspiration
Everybody needs some motivation
Mix it up with some imagination
And use your natural gifts, you gotta natural gift
You got natural gifts
Ah, hey, hey, hey, ah, hey, hey
And use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts
You dont have to be a genius to find
All the hidden potential deep in your mind
You dont have to know about nuclear physics
Know all the formulas and vital statistics
You dont have to be an intellectual, you dont have to be a scientist
To use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts, yeh
Use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts
You gotta stop this depression youre in now
Stop this emotional rift, you need a psychological lift now
Everybody needs some inspiration, everybody needs some motivation
Mix it up with some imagination and use your natural gifts
There are bad people, mad people, bitter people, scared people
Wanna put you down and keep you in your place
But you gotta chance to break out, you gotta chance to get out
And use your natural gifts
song performed by by Kinks

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The need of the focus
The silver in focus glitters
And diamond in focus glitters.
Talents require focus
Appear as a hero or a heroine
Supporting roles never promote
You as a hero or a heroine.
Don’t compromise on position.
Someone replaces the first.
Not the second in rank replaces
08.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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First you wonder if they're separate stories, but no, they're not, they're contingent stories and they form a pattern. And you begin with some of the island as the place to which the heroine of the book returns.
quote by Robert Creeley

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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks

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Bourgeois Inspiration
INSPIRATION
It isn’t where my motivation
comes from, but how it survives.
Don’t ask me about inspiration––
it breaks out sometimes, just like hives.
Inspired by a 2007 painting by the 95-year old Louise Bourgeois on which she writes: “It’s not so much where my motivation comes from but how it survives.”
1/23/09
poem by Gershon Hepner

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Domination
D-Dedication, Desire
O-Other emotions that move you
M-Motivation
I-Inspiration
N-Never ever ever let up
A-Always do better than your best
T-Take in lots of advice
I-Impersonate ones who have previously DOMINATED
O-Old proven techniques
N-No stopping!
This all adds up to DOMINATION on the basketball court!
I need inspiration
I need inspiration like rolling hills and roaring thunder
I need inspiration like humanity's fatal blunder
I need inspiration of the purest kind
Where both the dark and the light are defined
I need inspiration to spark the flame of imagination
I need inspiration that could rouse an entire nation
I need inspiration like a roaring fire
The kind of inspiration of which I'll never tire
Please love be my inspiration
You love, are the light of my imagination
With those emerald eyes that are so serene
Your tempting words which set the scene
Your candied lips and gentle breath
That soul of yours with its endless depth
Come my love, explore with me
There is so much we've yet to see
On our journey we shall inspire that dullest of imaginations
And your love will be my eternal inspiration
poem by Jade Hymora

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Stop, Choosing to Demean
You've got your meaning,
And still you are choosing to demean...
My love?
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Baby!
I gotcha meaning that demeans,
What I say.
And why it is I feel this way.
You're choosing to demean,
How I pray.
For us...
With faith and love,
Everyday!
Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My strong beliefs.
Yo, Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My love for you so deep.
But, you choose to be so mean.
And baby...
Stop, choosing to demean.
Baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby,
You mated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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I don't hate work, composing is not work for me, it's my pleasure; it's my life. So why should I stop? If something is pleasurable and exciting and rewarding, why should one stop?
quote by Gunther Schuller

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I Am Your Holocaust
Stars create an imperfect design of the perfect holocaust
I take the form of a terminal disease and there's no way to rid yourself of me
The impending doom will not pause itself for any man
God can't save anyone from me, he won't hear your prayers
That figment of your imagination called your dignity will falter in time
The waves will crash down on you from your lack of motivation
You can do anything you set your mind to, but it won't save you
Face the fact that your end is near
I am your holocaust
poem by Dave Brucker

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I Really Want to Write
I really want to write.
For years
I’ve been saying,
“I really want to write.”
I want more time,
more inspiration,
more motivation.
That’s what I’ve been saying.
I haven’t made the time,
have ignored inspiration,
and avoided motivation.
Perhaps it requires self-denial,
depravation,
pain,
sorrow, or
commitment.
Maybe I don’t want to write.
(10/23/05)
poem by Heather Darling

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Struck
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
so much for innovation,
I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation,
your hopes are high but Trapped below,
This constant competition,
we've won but your still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far
So high on dedication,
it feels so good to get away
From all this repetition,
this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition
we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration,
you won't survive
you'll surely drown
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far (2x)
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
song performed by by Yellowcard

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Struck
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
so much for innovation,
I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation,
your hopes are high but Trapped below,
This constant competition,
we've won but your still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far
So high on dedication,
it feels so good to get away
From all this repetition,
this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition
we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration,
you won't survive
you'll surely drown
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far (2x)
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
song performed by by Yellowcard

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Why Do You Use That Accusing Tool
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
I'm not with a pick up mistress.
Or,
With another man...
Doing undercover!
Down,
And low,
With as many men as I can!
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
I'm not outside hunting.
Running down fresh meat.
You are what I want, babe.
Why you knocking on me?
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
I'm not outside hunting.
Running down fresh meat.
You are what I want, babe.
Why you knocking on me?
I'm not with a pick up mistress.
Or,
With another man...
Doing undercover!
Down,
And low...
With as many men as I can!
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Live the Art
Infiltrate a dream into your imagination
Watch it fall apart affected by reality
Collect what's left and lock yourself up
'Cause what you've seen is your future, it rots
Sew back the innocence this world has lost
And reinvent the colors that aging has blackened
Due to the sorrow, an elegy is implied
It's beauty is painful, so it's exiled
Suffering blindly, isolated by the sky
Shape the details as they fit you, so you can empathize
Absorb the inspiration into your mind
And dream again, live the art
poem by Rijad Islamovic

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Birth Of A Mystery 5 July 2009
Spirit renewed, heart rejuvenated,
filled to overflowing by the energy
stream, a mystery hero came to a
heroine in a dream
Whispered of love and delight to the
tune of celestial music, too beautiful
to describe, the beauty of love re-
placing all darkness
The birth of another mystery, energy
inexhaustible, forever new, the new
dream always better than the one
which came before
This is the meaning of infinity: Love
never grows stale, perfection will be
replaced by something better, the
world will never
Stop evolving, the heroine still feels
the kiss of the mystery hero
upon her lips...
5 June 2009
poem by Margaret Alice

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