Tag Archives: Confusion

Ungrateful

Ungratefulby Michael DoyleThere is in core functionalityAn awakened and new sense of realityIt’s another bit from our biologyThat we’re given over to our technologyWe all have our half-hidden flawsDecidedly difficult as nature’s lawsThat breaking our loops is difficultAnd when we … Continue reading

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First Principles: Liberty Is A Word Which, According As It Is Used, Comprehends The Most Good and the Most Evil of Any In the World. Justly Understood It Is Sacred

“Liberty is a word which, according as it is used, comprehends the most good and the most evil of any in the world. Justly understood it is sacred next to those which we appropriate in divine adoration; but in the … Continue reading

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Forge of Identity

Forge of Identityby Michael DoyleAlexander’s naked tears were weptFor the one secret that could not be keptThat there was an unconquered infinityOf worlds to be experienced on his journeyThat would never be his in infinite refrainNone of which could know … Continue reading

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First Principles: Passion Never Fails to Wrest the Scepter From Reason

“In all very numerous assemblies, of whatever character composed, passion never fails to wrest the sceptre from reason.” – James Madison (1788)

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She Says…

She Says…by Michael DoyleAll the ugly truthsThat have tried to push her backHave tripped her up, since her youthUntil grace gave her all she might lackThoughts of how abundance increasesGave her the hope to move on pastIn her story filled … Continue reading

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Benign Neglect

Benign Neglectby Michael DoyleThere is a benign neglectBehind “with all due respect”That cannot be missedEven when sealed by a Judas kissPassions passed down by generationSkills kept in venerationThe wrong path with correct conclusionStill feels like it is mass confusionHalf-remembered, glanced … Continue reading

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Dangers Lurk In the Seams

Dangers Lurk In the Seamsby Michael DoyleIn the hidden crevices of your dreamsThere are dangers lurking in the seamsThree, four, better lock up that doorThe boogie man is coming back for moreFive, six, he has a bag of tricksWhere evil … Continue reading

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Until Humanity is Gone

Until Humanity Is Goneby Michael DoyleThese parasites came to bring decayDestroying the vestiges of yesterdayThey prey on the last of our humanityKilling in waves depleting our societyMaking it impossible to be withstoodSetting fire to our planet and its woodsRats, insects … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #23: In Response To That Other Fantasy

Na/GloPoWriMo #23: In Response To That Other Fantasyby Michael DoyleKeep your head on straightInstead of rushing head longWe’re always a bit short and latePretending our weak as something strongPartying on in our faded delusionThat we want to live foreverDisrespected as … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cards

Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cardsby Michael DoyleMaybe it seems insistentTo be so persistentIn finding time an illusionWhile we all seek our absolutionOur veins beg for transfusionCued as it were by life’s confusionDespite being a fancy dancerAnd at moments, a romancerWe all … Continue reading

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