Tag Archives: Escape

To Catch A Falling Star

To Catch A Falling Starby Michael DoyleSometimes I feelThis is not my worldI find myself searchingLooking for the doorThat will lead me awayFrom this wrong worldAnd to a place I belongFrom the ashes of yesterdayI feel as if I must … Continue reading

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There Is A Dream

There Is A Dreamby Michael DoyleThere is a dreamInside our reflectionA silent sort of screamThat escapes the world’s detectionA world that no one else can seeIn an answer in search of questionsThat we won’t ask in possibilityA mirrored echo of … 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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Thought For the Day: The More Sand That Has Escaped From the Hourglass of Our Life, the Clearer We Should See Through It

“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.” -Jean-Paul Sartre, writer and philosopher (1905-1980)

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Loraxby Michael DoyleHats off to Betty WhiteWho although not always rightDid voice for the Sneedville treesAnd against polluting factoriesThere’s something for the glitz that’s not forgotThe importance of trees over parking lotsBeauty there is to … Continue reading

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Krampus

Krampusby Michael DoyleWith his cloven hoofs he has comeTo seek out lurkers in the kingdomTo those who would bring such evilKrampus can do worse than bedevilReading as he does from the book of lifeRestoring the peace to those who bring … Continue reading

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May It Come Easy (The Promise of Turkey)

May It Come Easy (The Promise of Turkey)by Michael DoyleIn affection and camaraderieWe wish in sincere empathyAnd with just a trace of sympathyThat with life, may it come easyChange is the constant in all of lifeSometimes there is peace; sometimes … Continue reading

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Breath Walks Through The Back Door

Breath Walks Through The Back Doorby Michael DoyleMusic is the magic of the tones we findIn leaving our troubled world far behindFeeding our core once and againCan be the breath of the violinAs breath walks through the back doorOpening the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Vilest Form of Self-Abasement and Self-Destruction Is the Subordination of Your Mind To the Mind of Another

“Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment and nothing can help you escape it—that no substitute can do your thinking—that the vilest form of self-abasement and self-destruction is the subordination of your mind … Continue reading

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Winchester I. The Arrival

There is a famous house in California built the widow of the same Winchester who invented the famous rifle of the same name. Winchester I. The Arrival by Michael Doyle The bell tolls in the dark of night While the … Continue reading

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