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The Chicago Seven and Liberty

The Chicago Seven and Libertyby Michael DoyleThe American soul was in desperate measurePoisoned and depleted of blood and lost treasureFor the sake of a war that people didn’t understandOur republic’s principles died for in a foreign landThe Vietnam draft and … Continue reading

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In the Providence of Seneca

In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … Continue reading

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Grifted

Griftedby Michael DoyleMaybe I’m feeling more griftedIn the depth of your lies shiftedOne day this and the next day thatIt’s not a statement in anger; it’s just factI get that you love to fake and pretendBut were you even my … Continue reading

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Bucket List Cools

During this time of limited travel and doing what we can to get through while making history simply by living as well as possible as we adapt to Covid, it’s maybe time to look at bucket lists. Bucket List Cools … Continue reading

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Voices Cry

Watched a bit of a show that reminded me of the folks out there who suffer from PTSD.  From that I got this: Voices Cry by Michael Doyle The voices crying into the night Its hard to take this light … Continue reading

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Lifted Song

A sort of song of praise: Lifted Song by Michael Doyle With a lifted song I find myself drawn To where I belong Awakening with the dawn I’ve seen all that you’ve done Mystified by the glory of the Son … Continue reading

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A Twinge of the Mundane

In the continuing series on seeing the world through a photographer’s eyes, we look at the question as to what is to be done about the mundane… A Twinge of the Mundane by Michael Doyle Seeing the mundane into extraordinary … Continue reading

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From Darkness To Light

Spent an interesting day learning, seeking and then seeing and then simply being … Or maybe, it was more like several hours in 90+ degrees photographing left me more just taking it all in while conveniently clicking to take photos … Continue reading

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Into the Open Door

What if we could finally stop seeking and finally see? Into the Open Door by Michael Doyle If life were but a movie What would we really be But a story within the story That is all the glory Of … Continue reading

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Facing Fear Toward Tomorrow

A review of race history in America is a mix of hope and of fear; rights and wrongs; in short and in truth a mixed story.  Today, we confront that which was wrong.  Still, we should do so not in … Continue reading

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