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Making Moments Memories
Making Moments Memoriesby Michael DoyleIt’s the momentsNot selfies that we needIn these times that aren’t contentBut from these, we can be freedLike mental orgasmsCrept up on with enthusiasmNot the dull day of egoThat add up to practically zeroOne photo after … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Amuck, Banality, Beauty and Kindness, Center, Complete, Connection, Content, Criminalize, Days, Dies, Direction, Disorder, Dull Day, Ego, Endless, Endure, Enthusiasm, Equal, Ever After, Every Breath and Sigh, Every Life, Exterminate, Eyes, Family, Finality, Freed, Friends, Grab Us A Memory, Grasp, Holy, Humanity, Ignore, Intimacy, Joy Thieves, Laugh, Laughter, Less Is More, Life More Livable, Life Reveals, Lifeless, Living In Memory, Memories, Mental Orgasms, Moments, Music, Need, Onslaught, Opened, Poetry and Poems, Potential, Sacred, Scenes of Beauty, Self, Selfies, Smile, Steal, Tears, Timeless, Times, Times of Humor, Tiny Moments, True, Unforgettable, Vital, Wonder, Words, Zero
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A Brodsky View of the Pandemic
A Brodsky View of the Pandemicby Michael DoyleShow trial advances without stayCharges pressed without any delayThe time arrives to dispense all playIn a fluke filled with fearsCame the nice as if to cheersThat would repeat themselves through yearsQuickly then comes … Continue reading
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Tagged Affect, Battlefields, Beliefs, Bliss, Brodsky, Broken Out, Cast, Charges, Cheers, Citizens, Clue, Conscience, Consequences, Crisis, Crowned Head, Crush, Curtains, Delay, Duty, Errors, Experts, Eyes, Fact, Fears, Flail, Flu, Fluke, Freedom, Freedom and Liberty, Full Sail, Happiness, History, Horizon, Ignorance, Inner Cells, Judgment, Known, Labs, Last Act, Liberty, Looking Back, Marble, Masst, Mean, My Life, Not Forget, Pandemic, Paradise, Past, Play, Poet, Poetry and Poems, Politician, Prescience, Present, Prevail, Pride, Pseudo-Science, Repeat, Revealed, Sad, Sails, Shots, Show Trial, State of Freedom, Step On, Tarnish, Time, Truth, Wishes, Years
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Thought For the Day: None Are More Hopelessly Enslaved Than Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free
“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
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Tagged Believe, Depth, Enslaved, Eyes, Falsehoods, Feed, Free, Hopeless, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lies, Master, Minds, None, Right, Rule, Thought For the Day, Truth, Wrong
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On the Altar of My Life
On the Altar of My Lifeby Michael DoyleIn every moment, even or oddYou put me together, Lord GodIn every flaw and every breakYou have eased every single acheYou have shown me the truthLived every moment since my youthEvery shame of … Continue reading
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Tagged Ache, All of My Days, Altar, Altar of My Life, Beauty, Break, Breath, Christ, Creation, Cry, Day, Destination, Die, Enduring Faith, Every Moment, Eyes, Fullness, Glory, Heart, Law, Life, Lifting You Up, Living Altar, Lord God, Magnified, Man, Meaning, Near, Page, Paths, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Sacrifice, Shame, Shaped, Signified, Sing, Story, Strains, Sunrise, Thankful, The Glory, Truth, Your Ways, Youth
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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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Tagged Alright, Baby, Belongs, Came Here To Win, Cares, Chose, Dreams, Eyes, Good, Hard Knock Lives, Hearts, Hold On, Hollywood, Lift Up, Love, Nightmares, No Good, Play It Out, Poetry and Poems, Push Back, Push Us Down, Put It Together, Run, Say Goodnight, Song, Strong, Those, Throwing the Towel In, Tight, Truth, Victor's Crown, World, Worth the Fight, Wrongs
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Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)
Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)by Michael DoyleYou can live life on the stealthHaving unbounded amounts of wealthAnd if you have no one to live forYou may be dollar rich, but you’re still poorYou can own precious gems and artThings that some … Continue reading
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Tagged All the Same, Art, Dollar Rich, Dreaming, Engraved, Eyes, Glass, Hold On Tight, Life, Locket, Love, Make Life Alirght, Moon, No One To Live For, One True Love, Only Thing, Part, Pass, Pocket, Poetry and Poems, Precious Gems, Search, Shine Above, Someone Speical, Soul Poor, Stealh, Swear, Three Words, Tiffany, To Be Loved and Love Back, Wealth, What and Who You Love, What Life is For, Without Love, Words, World
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Thinking On Department Store Santas
Thinking On Department Store Santasby Michael DoyleOver fifty-itis hits us allAs the world changes from what we recallEven the jolly old man is to be fearedAt least as he spends the rest of his yearRed suited and well shoed in … Continue reading
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Tagged Black Boots, Cahoots, Choice, Department Store, Destination, Devastation, Distinction, Dominoes, Dreams Live, Ensnare, Every Year, Eyes, Fifty-itis, Flow, Good and Bad, Happy and Sad, Heart of Santa, Jolly, Kids, Love, Make the Time, Negativity, North Pole, Patient, Poetry and Poems, Portray, Purest Love, Real Life, Recall, Red Suit, Rendition, Santa, Stuff of Dreams, Surprise, Temper, Think, Touched Lives, Tradition, Transformation, Treat, True Heart, Wishes, World Changes, Year, Yearly Voice
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Waymaker
Waymakerby Michael DoyleI woke up this morningWith a shake and lurchThe alarm clock’s warningBarely got me up in time for churchBut there are promises madeThat once made, must be keptI walk with God never afraidDespite the tears I have weptKeeping … Continue reading
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Tagged Afraid, Alarm Clock, Church, Darkness, Determined, Edge, Eyes, Glory, God, God's Love, Harshness, Kept, Made, Morning, Path, Poetry and Poems, Promises, Shine, Tears, Transcend, Truth, Walk, Waymaker, Wept, Woke
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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances
Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrancesby Michael DoyleThe plague burns through old London TownWhile God casts his eyes aside with a frownObsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle VaineDorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insaneRemembrances of her and … Continue reading
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Tagged Crumble, Dorian Gray, Eyes, Frown, God, Guilt, Insane, London, Morose, Obsess, Plague, Poetry and Poems, Rain, Reflections, Remembrance, Satan, Shame, Shine, Sibyle Vaine, Tears, True Love
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