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When your brain is blotted
You sit for hours by table with a piece of paper and a pencil to write something, and yet nothing seem to come your mind, what do you do?
Some solutions can be produced simply by looking around you, either a photograph on the wall or an empty chair in some corner of your room or even a sleeping pet or a crawling lizard on the wall that goes "ck...ck..ck..".
Inspiration can be found just anywhere, at anytime, anyhow like " I saw a cat sitting on the aluminium roof of the neighbour's garage. It seems to be having its siesta in the late afternoon as the sun was beginning to set to the west to pay its daily visit to the other side of the globe. Suddenly, the cat jerked as a slim, young blonde girl passed by. The cat looked down and its eyes followed direction where the blonde was going. As it was fixing its stare, the son of the owner of the garage threw a ball onto the roof, then "meeeoow" screeched the cat...etc, etc, etc". You see, it is just that simple and easy. The world has many ways to unblot the human's mind, to help human to be creative and remain creative. Even in daily activities of one ownself with his environment can give lots of inspiration.
Don't you be disheartened whenever you feel that your brain or mind is blotted. Just think or feel or simply make a gesture, the inspiration will come to you.
Can this be a plagiarism?
Below is poem which was written in Port Louis, Mauritius on 11 September 2012 at 00.20 AM Mauritius time by me in form of a manuscript. Now the question that comes to my mind is whether the poem is originally and authentically mine or just some sort of "a revelation" of an already existing poem written by someone else unknown and unrecognized sometime in the past, as it is known among the Bible believers, the existence of "a dark lady rejected into the wilderness who has access to Ancient Ages". It would be good if nobody had written the poem below, then it will make that poem originally mine. But if ever that I have unpurposely plagiarising, how can I find the original writer of the poem below? So it is as follows:
A mug of hot coffee
Versus a piece of toffee
In a cold winter night
Should give a feeling so right
Curl in front of a TV
Watch a show of one's favour
Without heart of envy
About someone else's devour
As ears overhears
The bounty of someone else's rears
Eyes stare onto the screen dreamily
Body plants on the couch comfortable
Heart sways to the music romantically
Would not even hear a door bangs loudly
TV stands for television
A magic box of illusion
Created by dream-makers they are
Diffused through lines and antennas from afar
Speak about tele, speak about vision
One ends up seeing flashbacks by the eons
Agnes and her IT intruders
Agnes was a simple middle-aged woman. She had a set of computer. Everyday she used to make herself busy with her shallow informatics knowledge. It was either writing some notes using Microsoft Wordpad, or editing photographs and uploaded them to her social web-pages in some of social network websites. Then from time to time her computer system was disturbed. She did not have the high-tech and sophisticated security system to protect it, only a Free-version Anti-virus software which she read was heavily pirated by many parties, but she handled them in her own primitive way by simply pushing the reset button or cutting the electric power supply. Someone suggested a "UPS" which is "Uninterruptable Power Supply" but she said it would be of no use when what she needed was to cut-off the supply and not the contrary. Instead she provided herself with a "shock-breaker", suggested by an acquaintance after she was explained that with that "breaker" the electric current shock to the computer could be decreased.
One day a friend of hers came to visit her and they were talking about just that, and about the possibilities of seeking law-aids to catch those intruders and make them pay "mise-en-demeure" or "lost-or-damage-cost". Then came to a question what if the guilty is abroad, and Agnes was not intelligent, so naively she replied:" The cost to sue them is greater than the lost I might suffer. The great God will make them pay with His magic. People like them can only be dealt by using magic."
The day one's wants to playAs the morning rises everyday, one would get up either lazily or fully energetic.... Some would fall into silence and some would hear the morning echos of the sound of the early activities as well as the sound of his own mind. As we see the world, moves towards many directions, one can take them easily while others might go up to the clouds, either riding the cool breeze or grabbing the thunder, sending lightnings. The outcome of all these is obtained either during the middle of
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