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Tag Archives: Generation
Something Bleeding This Way Comes
Something Bleeding This Way Comesby Michael DoyleWord slithered along the corporate groundWhere all is ancient, and nothing new is foundSecrets told through half-truths revealedRemind us all of the things better off concealedPregnant pauses signal latent twists in positioningAs corporate successions … Continue reading
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Tagged Ancient, Birthright, Bleed, Children, Conceal, Corporate, Dinosaur, Endgame, Generation, Grave, Half-Truth, History, Inclination, Journey, Lament, Maturation, Motherhood, New, Pain and Misery, Pause, Poetry and Poems, Position, Recrimination, Reject, Save, Secrets, Something, Space-Age Messiah, Stoic, Sucession, Tragedy, Tranisition, Twist, Words, Wrench
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Funny How Time Slips Away
Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading
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Tagged Acquisition, Appreciation, Authority, Beats, Bob and Weave, Burning It Down, Canonical, Change, Choice, Composition, Confused, Contend, Conversation, Country, Croon, Dreams, Eavesdrop, Emotional Impact, End, Endure, Eternal, Evoke, Flame, Found, Funny, Generation, Heart, Heartbroken, Human Being, Hurry, Imaginaton, Incantation, Incendiary, Indulge, Introspection, Jaded, Jubilations, Knocked Off Balance, Life, Living Wealth, Loss, Meaning, Moon, Narration, Nuance, Older, Other Day, Outlaws, Path, Poetry and Poems, Punch, Reborn, Retrospection, Rock, Round, Sadness, Self-Deprecation, Serenade, Shade, Silky Groove, Slips Away, Slow Down, Somewhere, Straight Talk, Sun, Surprised, Think, Three Chords, Tight, Time, Tribulations, Veneration, Vindication, Voice, Yesterday
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Born In the Rockies (Part II)
Born In the Rockies (Part II)by Michael DoyleThe backbone of North America stretches for milesBring life across the land with ceaseless smilesFrom shifting sand dunes to deep river valleys it goesFrom the most brilliant stretches of sun to deep shadowsEach … Continue reading
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Tagged Again, Animal Babies, Backbone, Beginning, Biome, Born, Childhood, Cranes, Cub, Dance, Day, Deep River Valley, Den, Earth, Ecosystem, Essential, Explore, Freshness, Generation, Grass, Habittual, II, Life, Miles, Mirth, Mist, Mother, Nature, New Life, North America, Play, Poetry and Poems, Rainbow, Renewal of Vows, Ritual, Romance, Sand Dunes, Shadows, Smiles, Spawn, Sun, Tale, Temperate, Time, Understood, Wait, Ways of Love, Win, Winter, Yellowstone Valley
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Open Heaven
Open Heavenby Michael DoylePassed on from generation to generationIt’s not just a statement about positionThat despite the storms of a passing lifeWe are faithful through peace and strifeEveryone on earth can do our partIt’s simply a matter of faith in … Continue reading
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Tagged Faith, Faithful, Generation, Generosity, Giving, Heaven, Open, Poetry and Poems, Position, Righteous, Sacred, Score, Sow, Storm
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This Is the Baseline
This Is the Baselineby Michael DoyleThis This is the baselineMissed The punchline that was a signThat That showed us the worldAs Every dream was found fetal and curledMost stages of consciousnessAre degrees of insanityMirrored images of pretentiousnessHeld to the light … Continue reading
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Tagged Baseline, Breath, Bullet, Clear, Control, Death, Decision, Definition, Degrees, Dream, Error, Extractions, Faithful Soul, Fidelity, Flesh, Generation, Half Truth, Hit the Bottom, Insanity, Light, Memory, Mistakes, Outrun, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Pretentiousness, Primary Drive, Punchline, Real, Recognition, Situated, Stages of Consciousness, Struggle, System, Think and Feel, Trigger, Underneath, Vanity, Veneration, World
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