Beats Held In Reverence
by Michael Doyle

Riffing off Shakespeare to be closer at heart
The drum roll lyrics caught us from the start.
Never playing down any observed reflection,
There's not been much that has escaped detection.

Dissatisfaction with the points arrived,
There are greater truths yet to be derived.
Yesterday's papers speak yesterday's news.
It's best to keep a beat ahead for fashionable views.

There's a red dot spotted on my brain,
That's what I get for showering in acid rain.
Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun,
That kind of truth had already been done.

Keyboards might send sound for a melody,
But to rock, it must be changed sonically.
Only the guitars come off as being reverent.
It's like rock ' n ' roll, only different.

Shifting into music's stranded combat zone,
These were the riffs that brought it home.
Time stands still as life looks around,
Somewhere out there has to be another sound.

There's a red dot spotted on my brain,
That's what I get for showering in acid rain.
Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun,
That kind of truth had already been done.

A lot of the last few drinks can work things out.
Sometimes beyond the shadowed doubt.
Sometimes down to the rock-n-roll guts.
It was out on the edge, and a little bit nuts.

The approach to what you do changes the motion.
This, in turn, results in twists of emotion.
It's the breath that makes the difference,
We learn new ways of life held in reverence.

There's a red dot spotted on my brain,
That's what I get for showering in acid rain.
Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun,
That kind of truth had already been done.

(c) May 14, 2026   Michael Doyle
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