Tag Archives: Dreams

Thought For the Day: The Greatest Achievement Was At First and For A Time A Dream. The Oak Sleeps in the Acorn, the Bird Waits In the Egg, and In the Highest Vision of the Soul A Waking Angel Stirs

“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas (If You Will)

Merry Christmas (If You Will)by Michael DoyleChildren are silly,Believing everything they see.Playing in Christmas snow, This image is everything to know. I’ve watched the parade unfold.It’s Christmas spirit, and it becomes quite bold.Dancing across the magic of a winter’s day,I … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Too Many of Us Are Not Living Our Dreams Because We Are Living Our Fears

“Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.” — Les Brown

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Verses of the Illuminati, Part I

Verses of the Illuminati, Part Iby Michael DoyleWondering if it’s really worth speakingTo say that our world is at the point of breaking?Artificial masters seem to take over life,All in the promise of ending our daily strife.Dreams of universal credit … Continue reading

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The Brave Man

The Brave Manby Michael DoyleThe brave man knowsIt’s now or never. The cautious man thinksThat’s not so clever.Sometimes it’s simply time To throw caution to the wind.In these times, it’s time to liveHowever it is, that dreams end. She looked … Continue reading

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Getting It Right

Getting It Rightby Michael DoyleSomehow, I’ve split at my seams,But I’m still holding to my dreams.All my summers have met their end.Still, all in all, you’re my forever friend.Stated in its mighty declarative,Life best lived is lived by its narrative.The … Continue reading

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What One Bullet Can Do

What One Bullet Can Doby MichaelIt’s funny,What one bullet can do,Taking away peace…As it stunned me.Watching time run out for youAnd taking from me, my peace.Replacing peace with strife,Removing what had been bliss.What’s left is a gaping hole.It should have … Continue reading

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Dress Rehearsal

Dress Rehearsalby Michael DoyleIt seems like life knows its resistance,And all we have is our persistence.We’re dedicated to getting our message through.Sometimes it feels like it’s all we can do.Sparks from the stage blaze a mystic fire.Night after night, we … Continue reading

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Something Beyond Beautiful

Something Beyond Beautifulby Michael DoyleWhen the hurricanes pass me by,And I realize that I did not die.I go to the place where the river flows,That quiet place where nobody goes.I find that passion has ruled my game,And my character has … Continue reading

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Tomorrow’s Children

Tomorrow’s Childrenby Michael DoyleBy a leap of faith, we look into the futureLearning what there is to know and nurture.But the best of yet to come, so it seems,Belongs to those who believe in their dreams.I’ve spoken, often, of the … Continue reading

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