Tag Archives: Dreams

Room Read

Room Readby Michael DoyleIt’s hard to make a room readEspecially when I’m the hero no one needsBut there’s something to be saidFor all the nonsense that we’re fedNobody is that special anymoreI wonder if we ever were even beforeNo one … Continue reading

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A Cry for Uvalde

A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading

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Looking For Words

Looking For Wordsby Michael DoyleI see you looking for wordsBut more than the wordsYou want to read the actionsThat bleed like a rose with satisfactionMaking a difference, plain to seeTo live, love, and dream is to beOne with this universal … Continue reading

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New Paths Shown

New Paths Shownby Michael DoyleWorking hard for changes that we needThe kernels of thought plant the seedArtificial interface brings us to zeroEngineers solving for real play the heroesBe it carbon free concrete or green steelThe same names bring a renewed … Continue reading

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While They Break Our Hearts

While They Break Our Heartsby Michael DoyleLife is full of imprecisionsToo many mistakesAnd too many bad decisionsRomances gone wrongNever knowing where one belongsJust another round of heartbreak songsStaying up late to catch a breakSome things can’t be fakeWhile they break … Continue reading

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A Little Time To Kill

A Little Time To Killby Michael DoyleShe had a little time to killAmong other thingsHe had a need for a big game thrillAnd to find out what tomorrow bringsWith a single shot, she found whatShe was looking for and it … Continue reading

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Sins of My Father Remembered

Sins of My Father Rememberedby Michael DoyleShadowed in doubtTrapped within rootsOn a planet ringed by orbitalsSeeking, search for any way outLooking for any solution that contributesToward escaping the controlsIn the Hotel NevermoreIs a bottle of tearsFor all the lost waysWatch … Continue reading

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To See the World Again

To See the World Againby Michael DoyleTo see the world through new eyesIt might help me to again realizeThe splendors too often taken for grantedBy those of us whose views are slantedLights like stars seem to aboundAs life loses its … Continue reading

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The Sting of A Yellow Jacket

The Sting of A Yellow Jacketby Michael DoyleNaughty narrative braids togetherA story of coming of age but betterTwo tracks made into one storyNeither of them qualifying for gloryHigh school drama can be brutalityEven without its incessant fatalityAs childhood comes to … Continue reading

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Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discord

Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discordby Michael DoyleThe disappointmentWas of an inevitabilityAfter all, to err is humanity’s Greatest capabilityVery few are hard wiredInto our grand designWe don’t stand a prayerIn the face of the divineEven the hand of the creatorIs open … Continue reading

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