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Heather Apr 2020
A song, a taste, a color
Any could knock the first domino
A tangled mess of linked traumas
That gave way to present strength
Max Feb 2019
A simple word was all what needed. The rest followed up like a chain reaction.
More of a quote than a poem.
Taryn Apr 2018
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if one thing was changed?
That one thing can create a chain reaction?
That one decision could change humanity?

If you never got that text. The one that sent your world spiraling.
If you never bullied that kid. The one who killed himself.
Or what about that other kid. The one that they told you would be funny to spill your lunch on? The one who  later killed so many people.
Or that girl. The one you told was never going to be skinny or pretty enough? The one who doesn't eat anymore.
If you never drank that alcohol and got into that car? Would you have not killed that girls parents who you crashed into?

If you never got that text. Would you be happy right now?
If you never bullied that kid. Would he be alive right now?
If you didn't spill your lunch on that kid. Would he not **** all those people?
If you told that girl she was beautiful. Would she be eating and not
slowly killing herself?
If you never got into that car. Would that girls parents still be alive?

So have you wondered what would happen if one thing was changed?
Think about it before you do something.
What chain reaction will this make?
O'Reily Oct 2014
I'm what's better known as a versatile utility singer. I can sing backing, middle and up front too. I do a cracking JDB on particular songs and I say particular as the rest of his exquisite  collection of songs  goes into top gear and are very hard to drive in particular at fast top speed and with power of voice.

Bono to Boy George Keane to O'Reily its Do they know its christmas with Holly Johnson!
I was everywhere always on the move driving it on as long as I could start when I want to and finish when I want too!
I don't know if you recall when I was a little dut at all, I got up and sung Silent Night in primary school in front of the whole class like Aled Jones eating a quaver.

Even back then it became override peculiar like a sandwich in a cake!
On your own performing courage of a christmas carol only one verse long.
I loved the sound of school the playground was awesome and cool,
A place to hang out and carry out your hobbies of football until that horrid bell rang or latter due to modern technology of a whistle which became the brain wash sound form of musical statues and then quickly line.

It was somehow meant to be that I would become later in life a utility retired singer, driver and even a writer on the side, in good old O'Reily fashion of an own goal.
Side on face on come on! The roads are paved with gold or a cut throat final signature tune on a silent night over looking the horizon and into a bar going up and then down with each empty glass fortune.

Learn, work and school life as in no sooner along comes a wife, a chain reaction next to your comment hence a full stop.

O'Reily 27102014

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