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Where We Might Fit

Where We Might Fitby Michael DoyleWherever we go,However, we might grow,It’s in our soulsLight is accentuated by shadow.The universe invites us to explore,To reach out to find something more.In this, we find an explanation,And sometimes, we happen on new civilizations.Among … Continue reading

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First Principles: If Your Actions Inspire Others To Dream More, Learn More, Do More and Become More, You Are A Leader

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader” – John Quincy Adams

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Hollow Words and Climbing Trees

Hollow Words and Climbing Treesby Michael DoyleHanging out on an oak limb Beneath the canopy’s shadow,The moves we made brought us safety.Empty words ring kind of hollow.Left on their own, kids flourish.It’s the way we allow them to nourishThe decision-making … Continue reading

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Through Songs and Deeds

Through Songs and Deedsby Michael DoyleThe Empirical Arbitrator is who decides.The rest of us are along for the ride.Whatever happens, happens as it does.Past or present, it is as it never ever was.Our revelations are preordained, However easy or however … Continue reading

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The Truth About Power

The Truth About Powerby Michael DoyleThe edges of rationality tatterWhile the People determine what matters.If there is one thing needed to learned,It’s the limits of power properly discerned.When a jaded politician wants to steal the hour,Maybe it’s best to show … Continue reading

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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading

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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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My Dream Come True

My Dream Come Trueby Michael DoyleAs this evening’s shadows are growing long,There is a feeling inside that grows strong.In the time that I have spent learning about you,It’s the most natural thing for me to do.Dancing with you here in … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Life Is Inconvenient. Life Is Lumpy. A Lump In the Oatmeal, A Lump In the Throat and A Lump In the Breast Are Not the Same Kind of Lump, One Needs To Learn the Difference.

“One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything … Continue reading

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Until It Unfolds

Until It Unfoldsby Michael DoyleLife’s biggest projectsAre a lot to figure out.Life success, not reject.Even the best life has doubt.Because of this or despite this,We don’t want to have a miss.So we find ourselves pressing onUntil all our tomorrows are … Continue reading

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