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Between the Uncomfortable Truths

Posted on July 29, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Ahead of Her Time, Another Day, Approximation, Artistry, Attempt, Bardo, Bardo of Experienced True Reality, Between, Between Death and Rebirth, Bi-Polar Disorder, Bled, Bound, Brought Down Slow, Caged, Candle, Child, Circumspection, Clear Light, Come, Compassion and Wisdom, Concealed, Connection, Controversy, Conversations, Corridor, Cosmic Liberation, Cross, Culpable, Death, Death Closes In, Defiled, Deities, Devastation, Different Orders, Difficult To Say, Dimensions, Drawn Back, Duality, Earth, Edges, Entirely Undone, Express, Extinction of Illussion, Fateful Day, Fearlessness, Fine Romance, Fleeting Mometns, Forgot, God's Kingdom, Guide, Honest, Honesty, Increments, Karmic Hazard, Last Breath, Liberation, Life, Lived Undead, Lose, Losses, Love Transcended, Maya's Veils, Morality, Multiple Forms, Mystical Union, Nothing Compared, One's Breath, Open, Paid, Parent, Peace, Peaceful, Place of Healing, Poetry and Poems, Post-Conventional, Prior, Properly Alive, Properly Dead, Realities, Reality, Reflections, Regained, Regret, Rememberings, Remorse, Restratined, Said It Best, Sinead O'Connor, Slide, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Soulmate, Spiritual Borders, Spiritually Capable, Starry Firmament, Stone, Success, Surprising, Suspended, Tomorrow, Truly Hearing, Truths, Tweet, Twilight Language, Uncertain Circumstance, Uncomfortable, Understanding, Unholy Feeling, Up-Ended, Voice, Walk, Walk the Line, Wisdom, Words, Words of Love, World's Loss, World's Soul, Wrathful, Yab-Yum | Leave a comment

Halloween: Daughters of Salem

Posted on October 3, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

Daughters of Salemby Michael DoyleIn the misted realm of nightmaresBeyond the screens of our daily careThe daughters of Salem tossIn their graveyards of the crooked crossHidden tears masked by blood stainsThat cannot wash away with the cold rainsIs the fear … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Again and Again, All, Angel, Autumn, Bittersweet, Blood Stains, Broken Wing, Cohort, Cold Rain, Corridor, Crooked, Cross, Crypt, Daily Care, Dark, Darkness, Daughters, Destiny, Don't Really Know, Doom, Dread, Fall, Fate, Fear, Final Choice, Find, Forms, God, Graveyards, Halloween, Heaven, Hellions, Heresy, Hounds of Hell, Leaves, Life, Light, Locked Room, Lucifer, Make, Mercy, Minds, Mortuary, Nightmare, Open, Past, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pours Out, Pray, Present, Rage, Realm, Rebellion, Resist, Rock-n-Roll, Sake, Salem, Sanctuary, Screen, Seal, Secrets, Seek, Sin, Skull, Tears, The Master's Call, Tug, Voice, Wages, Wait, War, Wash Away, Watch, Whisper | Leave a comment

Something In the Time

Posted on May 23, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

A brief reflection on life: Something In the Time by Michael Doyle There’s something wonderful to life Full of patterns and rhythms rife Skipping stones across wooded streams And summer evenings filled with dreams Beautifully seen through your elven eyes … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Beautiful, Blessing, Corridor, Creep, Crumble, Dazzle, Desire, Dream, Elven, Eyes, Fascination, Feeling, Fire, Fleet, Hope, Indiscretion, Life, Light, Meet, Moments, Moving, Mystic, New Norm, Night Skies, Pattern, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Reflection, Rhythm, Rise, Skipping Stones, Something, Spark, Speak, Storm, Stream, Sublime, Summer, Summer Evenings, Sun, Suntan, Time, Tongue Tied, Travel, Walk, Whisper, Wonderful, Woods | Leave a comment

Digital In Our Memories

Posted on February 13, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

As some may know, I am exploring the nuances of virtual reality and integration of this into life in general. Digital In Our Memories by Michael Romani Digital in our memories Listless in our legacy We have no choice but … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Ashes, Biometrics, Cage, Captive, Cat, Choice, Collapse, Connection, Corridor, Creation, Creativity, Deduct, Deep, Demanding, Destroy, Digital, Distant, Equation, Exist, Eyes, Find, Ghost, Impatient, Integration, Joy, Legacy, Life, Linger, Listless, Lost, Memory, Mind, Moment, Nuance, Pass, Persist, Phoenix, Photograph, Pixel, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Rage, Reality, Recall, Rise, Schrodinger, Secret, See, Silent, Tear, Through, Time, Torment, True, Understanding, Viritual Reality, Voice, Zen | Leave a comment

Tilting Mental Windmills

Posted on February 2, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

On bad days, I awake wondering if maybe Don Quixote wasn’t on to something in his belief of pursuing impossible dreams. Other days, I dare to dream these. Tilting Mental Windmills by Michael Romani Captured frames from your window Map … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Answers, Awake, Better, Beyond, Blink, Blur, Bound, Brain Fog, Brave, Brave New World, Cherish, Collaborator, Cornucopia, Corridor, Curious, Cut, Dare, Daze, Deception, Decisions, Don Quixote, Door, Early, Embrace, Everyone, Experience, Fear, Feeling, Feign, Flow, Fragments, Frames, Glory, Grip, Hands, Hope, Humanity, Impossible Dreams, Join, Kung Fu, Last, Late, Learn, Life, Life After Death, Lose, Map, Mental, Mind, Moment, Musician, Pain, Perception, Photograph, Plead, Poems, Poetry, Pose, Preference, Puzzle, Riff, Story, Subject, Surly, Tears, Thrill, Tilt, Time, Together, Too Far, Twenty First Century, Walk, Will, Win, Windmills, Window, Wonder, World | Leave a comment

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