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To Be Understood

To Be Understoodby Michael DoyleWe get carried away by the moonlightForgetting ourselves in the hope of getting it rightThe garden walls throw off our shadowsIn hopes for what we do not truly knowIn all this world’s flight or fight distractionIt … Continue reading

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Several Levels From Myself

Several Levels From Myselfby Michael DoyleLiving lifeSeveral levels from myselfI usually have my noseStuck in a book from a shelfYou were a swirl of perfectionWithout a flaw in detectionWhat was I supposed to doBut to fall madly in love with … Continue reading

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To Touch Your Shadow

To Touch Your Shadowby Michael DoyleThrough physical, we find affirmationIn this, we have signaled confirmationWrapped in layers of living securityOur love makes our sense of libertyThese are the rules we agreeably play byFinding our truths by which we’ll stay byWe … Continue reading

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A Rebellion Begins In Questions

A Rebellion Begins In Questionsby Michael DoyleSome seek truth with hesitationWhile others cannot form the questionsOften, answers arrive with simplicityUntangled as these are from the world’s complexityFaith belongs aside it’s sister, reasonComplementing each within its seasonEach tempers the other as … Continue reading

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Searching For Signals

Searching For Signalsby Michael DoyleTrying to save our soulsIn the messes we makeSpinning out of controlThough all of our mistakesPressing out from the undergroundTo be just who it is that we areA part of all that we have foundIn the … Continue reading

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For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)

For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)by Michael DoyleUsing song as a tool for transformationHis soundtrack helped to change the nationNow Belafonte has died at the age of ninety-sixHis life having affirmed the need of too much to fixSo many, … Continue reading

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The Blessing of the Monarch Butterfly Journey

The Blessing of the Monarch Butterfly Journeyby Michael DoyleLong may it be that we keep this blessed memoryof what it means to take a 3000 mile journeyFrom Canada to the Oyamel forests in the Mexican nationReminding us that borders are … Continue reading

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The Rights of Even the Wrong

The Rights of Even the Wrongby Michael DoyleIt doesn’t matter if right or wrongAll ideas politely put do belongIn the public market for all to hearThis is the way of liberty and not of fearSpeak up for the sake of … Continue reading

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A Photographic Means

A Photographic Means(Dedicated to Berenice Abbott)To widen our knowledgeOf a world seen through camera’s eyeIt’s truly something to acknowledgeAn acquaintance of truth that will not dieThough it does sometimes fadeawayIn the meantime, it teaches us of todayThere’s an education in … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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