Tag Archives: Humor

Into Something More

Into Something Moreby Michael DoyleStrive and fight for a better lifeFinding believed in utopia was naughtBut disappointment with hints of strifeIdeals purchased with bloodied tears soughtOnly to find these too lacking in the endAnd while life goes on, we cannot … Continue reading →

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Artful In Implication

Artful In Implicationby Michael DoyleAll art is broad in its implicationBut tell me please the explanationAs today’s surrealism perks making us illWhile twisting everyday into a monstrous chillUnsettling images of disquieting sensoryExperiences abound here at the end of historyBeyond the … Continue reading →

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Breath Walks Through The Back Door

Breath Walks Through The Back Doorby Michael DoyleMusic is the magic of the tones we findIn leaving our troubled world far behindFeeding our core once and againCan be the breath of the violinAs breath walks through the back doorOpening the … Continue reading →

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Christmas Lights

Christmas Lightsby Michael DoyleLooking out from the heart of the cityIt’s best to take things with humor so wittyAnd to know that children are our possibilityBecause they still see impossible things with claritySanta doesn’t have one child, he has them … Continue reading →

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Lessons From Life’s Jungles

There are laws that are met in all jungles be these forested or concrete.  The two most vital are survival and truth. Lessons From Life’s Jungles by Michael Doyle The jungle has two laws Survival and truth There is no … Continue reading →

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Waking Up Alone

Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well?  Time may and does change us.  But, we cannot change time.  Why do realize that when we are young.  Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older … Continue reading →

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Streets Ahead

Life is a confined period of time.  Who knows truly what’s next.  Even if you believe in the God of the Bible, you find that there is disagreement as to how after life happens.  With this in mind, I thought … Continue reading →

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Sounds For Troubled Times

One thing I’ve had some time to do lately is to explore what tuneage tends to lift my spirits in these sunken times. Sounds For Troubled Times by Michael Doyle Susceptible to a classic boogie fever As though there be … Continue reading →

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading →

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Ode to the Bellisserian Family

In the midst of Second Life, there exists the community of Bellisseria .  It is the inspiration and virtual child of one, Patch Linden, and maintained and developed by his “moles”.  Those who live there are a unique bunch of … Continue reading →

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