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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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Learning To Survive

Learning To Surviveby Michael DoyleShe whispered about her dreamsIn suitably stifled screamsTwisted sheets and chandeliersMade everything larger than it appearsThinking can hurt your chancesIn this world of broken romancesYou’re expected to follow the rulesLearned inside the forbidden schoolsHere under the … Continue reading

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Bumping Up Against

Bumping Up Againstby Michael DoyleBumping up against the edgesToes reaching out over the ledgesThe quest is given up for the idealAs we learn to settle for the realThe higher grounds are out of boundsAs we seek to find further soundsThat … Continue reading

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Truths Inside A Marsh

Truths Inside A Marshby Michael DoyleThe watershed exists as a space of lightThat becomes evermore magical at nightAs water evaporates into the skyWe sit here watching as the egrets flyIn true swampy marsh, the herons nestThey fly there at night … Continue reading

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She Learns To Survive

She Learns To Surviveby Michael DoyleTo her, I’m her fatherAs I watch my daughterWalking alone in the nightShe’s always been my lightBut it wasn’t always this wayShe’s haunted by the dayThese moments hidden insideBehind her fragile prideHe took her innocenceI’ve … Continue reading

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