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Between the Uncomfortable Truths

Posted on July 29, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Ahead of Her Time, Another Day, Approximation, Artistry, Attempt, Bardo, Bardo of Experienced True Reality, Between, Between Death and Rebirth, Bi-Polar Disorder, Bled, Bound, Brought Down Slow, Caged, Candle, Child, Circumspection, Clear Light, Come, Compassion and Wisdom, Concealed, Connection, Controversy, Conversations, Corridor, Cosmic Liberation, Cross, Culpable, Death, Death Closes In, Defiled, Deities, Devastation, Different Orders, Difficult To Say, Dimensions, Drawn Back, Duality, Earth, Edges, Entirely Undone, Express, Extinction of Illussion, Fateful Day, Fearlessness, Fine Romance, Fleeting Mometns, Forgot, God's Kingdom, Guide, Honest, Honesty, Increments, Karmic Hazard, Last Breath, Liberation, Life, Lived Undead, Lose, Losses, Love Transcended, Maya's Veils, Morality, Multiple Forms, Mystical Union, Nothing Compared, One's Breath, Open, Paid, Parent, Peace, Peaceful, Place of Healing, Poetry and Poems, Post-Conventional, Prior, Properly Alive, Properly Dead, Realities, Reality, Reflections, Regained, Regret, Rememberings, Remorse, Restratined, Said It Best, Sinead O'Connor, Slide, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Soulmate, Spiritual Borders, Spiritually Capable, Starry Firmament, Stone, Success, Surprising, Suspended, Tomorrow, Truly Hearing, Truths, Tweet, Twilight Language, Uncertain Circumstance, Uncomfortable, Understanding, Unholy Feeling, Up-Ended, Voice, Walk, Walk the Line, Wisdom, Words, Words of Love, World's Loss, World's Soul, Wrathful, Yab-Yum | Leave a comment

The Chicago Seven and Liberty

Posted on October 17, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

The Chicago Seven and Libertyby Michael DoyleThe American soul was in desperate measurePoisoned and depleted of blood and lost treasureFor the sake of a war that people didn’t understandOur republic’s principles died for in a foreign landThe Vietnam draft and … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged America, American Pride, American Soul, Audience, Blood, Bobby Seale, Breakdown, Brew, Certainty, Chicago Seven, Chicken Foot, Content, Crossing the Line, Damage, Dead, Democratic Convention, Depleted, Desperate Measure, Determine, Die, Done, Draft, Dream, Enormously, Fateful Day, First Amendment, Foreign Land, Free Speech, Freedom of Speech and Thought, Grown Up Values, Heart, Ill Intent, Incite, Irate, Issue, Land of Liberty, Lawless, Liberty, Life, Little Doubt, Little To Be Won, Martin Luther King Jr., Matters, Minds, National Security, Non-Coformity, Overnight Bag, Peace, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Point, Poisoned, Police State, Pressure Cooker, Principles, Protest, Question, Rebels, Relent, Relevance, Restless Mind, Rise, Say, Serious, Significant, Society, Some Times, Stage, State Lines, Steeple, Storm, Strife, Stupor, Temperature, The American People, The Left, Threat, Treasure, Truth, Truth On Both Sides, Unambiguous, Understand, Vietnam, Violence, Voice, War, Watch, Wonder, World | Leave a comment

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