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Heirlooms In the Shadows
Haunted graveyards anyone? Heirlooms In the Shadows by Michael Doyle Where there is wanton violence There is always fear in that place You can feel it in the silence That permeates darkness in that space Standing there with the coffin … Continue reading
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Tagged Air, Believable, Bleak, Bury, Chance, Coffin, Crime, Crypt, Dance, Darkness, Dead, Death, Devil, Evil, Family Secret, Fear, Grave, Graveyard, Haunt, Heard, Heirloom, Horror, Ignorant, Inconceivable, Incur, Jewelry, Know, Locked Away, Many, Mausoleum, Moonlight, Night, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power, Pretend, Price, Promise, Regret, Respect, Save, Shadow, Silence, Stride, Told, Truth, Unfold, Violence, Welcome
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My Thorny Crown
War never truly ends for some. My Thorny Crown by Michael Doyle It’s said and it’s true As a lesson learned by me and you That only the dead Know the end of war For the rest of us, it’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Bring Down, Comfort, Crown, Cut, Day and Night, Dead, Death, Embraces, End, Forsaken, Good, Harbinger, Head, Heed, Infinite, Intimate, Keep, Line, Need, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pure, Small Spaces, Soul, Sure, Thorn, Torment, Traces, True, Understood, Unforgettable, Unknown, Untainted, War, Ways, Wear, Wrong and Right, Yesterday
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First Principles: Arguing With Persons Lacking Reason Is Like Giving Medicine To the Dead
“To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.” – Thomas Paine
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Tagged Administer, Argue, Dead, First Principles, Medicine, Person, Reason, Renounce, Thomas Paine, Use
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The Arrow Shoots Straight
We can do nothing about our yesterdays. We cannot do a whole lot about our tomorrows but prepare. All we are promised and all that we have is this moment we breathe. The Arrow Shoots Straight by Michael Romani We … Continue reading
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Tagged Alive, Anger, Arrow, Belief, Breathe, Brother, Cave, Dead, Dragon, Echo, Fight, Fire, Forgive, Grief, Head, Hide, Honor, Inflict, Inside, Inspire, Jesus, Live, Meaning, Miss, Photo, Poem, Poetry, Pride, Promise, Quiet, Remember, Straight, Stranger, Sublime, Survive, Taint, Tear, Tears, Time, Today, Tomorrow, True Love, Wall, We, Year, Yesterday
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Soul Shift – Deplorable
Sort of a beginning exploration into the dark side possible outcome of mankind’s transition toward half believing we understand the implications of quantum theories. Soul Shift – Deplorable by Michael Romani Father forgive us, we know not what we do … Continue reading
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Tagged Believe, Biology, Blur, Borders, Boundary, Con, Concern, Connectivity, Control, Cost, Crisis, Dark Side, Dead, Deny, Deplorable., Dreams, Ego, Element, Eternity, Expendable, Explore, Fade Out, Faithful, Flee, Flow, Forgive, Fracture, God, Guess, Hope, Humanity, Ignorance, Indefensible, Know, Living, Lost, Mankind, Morality, neew, Occur, Pass, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Present, Quantum, Relative, Rope, Rumor, Science, Seek, Shift, Simplicity, Soul, Spirituality, Strive, Superlativee, Technology, Theory, Time, Toward, Understand
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A Bleakness of Breath
Continuing on my semi-gothic mood, Halloween Poem #8: A Bleakness of Breath by Michael Romani In a cemetery of bleakness Down from the Devil’s house In a coldness that speaks of this There is a tremble as quiet as a … Continue reading
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Tagged Abyss, Apparition, Bleak, Breath, Buried, Carried, Caw, Cemetery, Child, Cold, Crawl, Daughter, Dead, Death, Deliver, Devil, Disguise, End, Evil, God, Good, Goth, Guest, Halloween, Lilith, Lost, Morbid, Mortal, Passage, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Raven, Resistance, Serene, Sinners, Sixpence, Spite, Striking Distance, Struggle, Tremble, Troubles, Venom, Vision
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Ghosts of A Thousand Ages
We can learn a lot from history. Ghosts of A Thousand Ages by Michael Romani The ghosts of a thousand ages Tell the truth of a thousand sages Stepping to the ledge, window shopping The fireworks inside are heart stopping … Continue reading
Knock, Knock, Knocking
Watched a movie about some rockers that I kinda came up with in the world. This came from that…. Knock, Knock, Knocking by Michael Romani Pulsating beat Keeps knock, knock, knocking Out on the streets We keep rock, rock, rocking … Continue reading
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Tagged Chase GhostBurn, Cut, Dead, Fast, Feel, Gas, Head, Heal, Heart, Hurt, Kicks, Knock, Licks, Liquor, Note, Photograph, Play, Poem, Poetry, Pulsate, Rock, Serenade, Shink Kicker, Steal, Streets, Switchblade, Thrill, White Hot
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First Principles: Never Despair In Rekindling The Patriotic Fire
“Nil desperandum, — Never Despair. That is a motto for you and me. All are not dead; and where there is a spark of patriotic fire, we will rekindle it.” — Samuel Adams
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Tagged All, Dead, Despair, Fire, First Principles, Motto, Nil Desperandum, Patriotic, Rekindle, Samuel Adams, Spark
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Tattered Hall
At times, life is a bittersweet drink and yet still it is what quenches our thirst. Tattered Hall by Michael Romani With the tolling of the bells The poet is announced dead All the mystery and half of the spells … Continue reading
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