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Tag Archives: Fight
Illuminati, Part III: Only the Luddites
Illuminati, Part III: Only the Ludditesby Michael DoyleOnly the Luddites can save us now.It’s the only assurance of privacy, somehow.Terrorism and pandemics offer the pretenseWhile the foolishness of humanity has little defense.Anarchists and the Far Right have to unite,As we … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Anarchists, Assurance, Bloodlines, Chains, Command, Control, Far Rght, Fight, Foolishness, Humanity, Illuminati, Imperial Six, Luddites, Machine, Mass Meda, Nation, Overlords, Pademc, Poetry and Poems, Pretense, Privacy, Refrain, Rise, Save, Song, Stand, Technology, Terrorism, The Father, The New Luddites
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A Soldier Thinks On War and Peace
A Soldier Thinks On War and Peaceby Michael DoyleSantayana told a soldier’s life was true,When in a soliloquy written as if for you,He reminded us that only the dead have seen war end.The rest of us? We will fight on, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Blind, Blood, Cost, Dead, Demoted, Eyes, Fight, General, Glor, Hell, History, Language Fail, Left Behind, Lost, Military, Mine, Moonshine, Poetry and Poems, Promoted, Reach, Rifle, Santayana, Sherman, Soldier, Soliloquy, Speech, Spoonful of Glory, Stumble, Think, Tuth, War, War and Peace, War's End, Whisper
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In Veneration
In Venerationby Michael DoyleWith every breath’s exhalation,I speak of you with inspiration.My fingers crawl across the pages.At every turn, you’re the rock of ages.The Lord God withstood sacrifice.I can only hope that what I do will suffice.In all the doing, … Continue reading
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Tagged Breath, Bringer of Light, Child of God, Connection, Cornerstone, Done, Exhalation, Faith, Fight, Fingers, Generation, Good, Holy, Inspiration, Jesus, Keeper of Faith, Life, Lord God, Love, Pages, Poetry and Poems, Rock of Ages, Sacred Name, Sacrifice, Savior, Shame, Speak, Suffice, Turn, Undestood, Veneration, Wounded Generation
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We Will Do the Rest
We Will Do the Restby Michael DoyleWith a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget,We’ll know liberty’s tree from its roots grownTo the top of freedom’s leaves, deeply flowing.We’ve driven the distance to see the sightsAcross … Continue reading
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Tagged Adoninitions, Belong, Constitution, Constitutional Republic, Dare, Daughters, Democracy, Dictum, Distance, Eyes, Failures, Family, Fight, Flowing, Forget, Freedom, Government, Grit, Hearts, Hereditary, Honor, Hope, Improvement, Independence Day, Just Causes, Legendary, Liberty, Mankind, Misunderstanding, My Fault, Necessicty, Nobility, Obama, Poetry and Poems, Posterity, Rain, Republian, Righteous, Roots, Self-Evidenct, Sights, Sing, Song, Start, Stop, Struggle, Talk, Test, The Rest, Think, Thought, Tree, Trust, Truth, Tyranny, Unalienable Rights, Walk, We
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Mean Street Struggles
Mean Street Strugglesby Michael DoyleThe top tier of all artistryHas the flow found in living free.The struggle and hustle of the cityHas the habit of instilling its vibrancyThat grinds against the boneIn a way that makes each soul its own.New … Continue reading
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Tagged Another Day, Artists, Before, Bone, Cinema, Closer To Love, Corruption, Differently, Disruption, Door, Fight, Flow, Forgotten, Fragments, Full Price, Ghost, Glimpses, Greater, Grinds, Habit, History, Ideals, Illumination, Imagination, Immigrants, Learn, Living Free, Mean Street, More, Neighborhood, New York City, Opportunities, Own, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Primeval, Push and Shove, Revere, Reverent, Rival, Scenery, Second Generation, Seen, Soul, Store, Struggle and Hustle, Struggles, Sum of Sacrifice, Survival, Survivors, Sympathy, The City, Top Toer, Tribabl, True Mystery, Up and Coming, Visitor
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Soul Rot
Soul Rotby Michael DoyleWhen your bad is so goodThat it’s become understoodAs being what you’re best at,It may be best to remember that.It’s not exactly forgot.You’re suffering from soul rot.Staring death in the face,And keeping it in its place.You keep … Continue reading
Victory Worn
Victory Wornby Michael DoyleWhen we talk about my king,I can’t help but sing.Wide awake with praise,I lift my voice in all my days.Into the world, He shines His light.Darkness is defeated in this fight.With Grace given on Calvary,He has given … Continue reading
Posted in Photographs & Memories
Tagged Arose, Calvary, Darkness, Days, Devil, Dignity, Down, Enemy, Felt Victory, Fight, Grace, Heaven, Heaven and Earth, His Life, Holiness, Holy Veil, Jesus, Light, Lion, Mine, My King, Parades, Poetry and Poems, Powerfully Real, Praise, Reveal, Seamlessly, Sing, Stone, Talk, The Lamb, Torn, Victory Worn, Voice
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Of War and Valor
Of War and Valorby Michael DoyleThe things of this world come in complexity.What some face causes others frayed anxiety.When we versify in earnest, we find the truth.It can be as frustrating as an elder as it was in youth.It was … Continue reading
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Tagged Anxiety, Brutality, Citizen Soldiers, Complexity, Confront, Counter-Oopinions, Desparate, Divided Nation, Duty, Earnest, Ends, Explanation, Fight, Friends, Frustrateion, Hike, Humanity, Idealism, Libht, Poetry and Poams, Sacrifice, See, Truth, Valor, War, World
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First Principles: The Supreme Art of War Is To Subdue the Enemy Without Fighting
“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” – Sun Tzu
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Tagged Art of War, Enemy, Fight, First Principles, Subdue, Sun Tzu, Supreme
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