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Born Into This World
Born Into This Worldby Michael DoyleWe are born into this wounded worldIn which we see the need for improvementIt often feels as if we’re hurledBecoming ourselves is our greatest accomplishmentGrasping for the bits and pieces we can findThat which which … Continue reading
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Tagged Accomplishment, Beauty of Tomorrow, Becoming Ourselves, Behind, Bits and Pieces, Blind Faith, Books On Shelves, Born, Coming Years, Crowd, Culture, Dare, Desperate, Discontent, Discover, Drowning Surface, Ears, Eccentric Opinions, Essential, Eyes Above, Fallacies, Feel, Find, Fools, Gambit, Grasp, Grievous, Harshest Critics, Humble Beginnings, Hurled, Improvement, Into This World, Love, Ourselves, Poetry and Poems, Potential, Sorrow, Stumble, The Best, Vulturess, Wartmth, Whisper, World's Embrace, Wounded, Written Script
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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words
In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandonment, Attack, Bliss, Bygone Eras, Certainty, Chomsky, Discriminate, Dreaming, Emblems, Emptiness, Existence, Fate, Function, Gambit, Hermitage, History, Immutable Stillness, Krazy Glue, Language, Linguistic, Lyrics, Meaning, Minerals, Modern Times, Perfection, Perpretual, Petrified, Petrified Forests, Poet, Poetry and Poems, Politically Aggressive, Resistance, Sterile, Study, Survivor, Truth of Time, Understanding, Verbs, Webster, Words
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