Tag Archives: Dreams

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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An Appetite For Destruction

An Appetite For Destructionby Michael DoyleI awoke with a startled coughWondering how it was, I drifted offThe Mad Hatter’s world is no longer pretenseAs I awoke to a world of nonsenseThere were poets denying use of rhymeAs though that were … Continue reading →

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part II

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part IIIby Michael DoyleHowever much some point out their clarityA dreamer remains undeterred by realityEven when it seems everyone is living culpableIt never stops quixotic dreams of the impossibleFloating as it is into the … Continue reading →

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We’re Going To Make It

We’re Going To Make Itby Michael DoyleWhatever today’s bit of sorrowKeep holding on for tomorrowNot giving in to the gray skiesUntil you see the bright sunriseThat will greet your dreamsHeld together now taped at the seamsIn a world that even … Continue reading →

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Just Like Hollywood

Just Like Hollywoodby Michael DoyleEvery baby truly belongsEven in the world of wrongsDreams turn into nightmaresIn this world filled with caresSometimes maybe it’s alrightTo know what’s worth the fightAnd maybe love is one of thoseThat would be one those we … Continue reading →

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A Thinking Plague

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: For My Part I Know Nothing With Any Certainty, But the Sight of the Stars Makes Me Dream

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” – Vincent Van Gogh

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading →

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