Tag Archives: Liberation

On the Swivel

On the Swivelby Michael DoyleEach passing season brings new discovery.Hidden within our unintentional etymology,Each season brings its liberation from history.When treated as newly known, it brings liberty.The scholars pretend that it brings new value,As if these were never noticed by … Continue reading

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Between the Uncomfortable Truths

Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading

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In Full Stomp (On Satan’s Head)

In Full Stomp (On Satan’s Head)by Michael DoyleLift the cross and trust in the FatherThough the steps seem sometimes fartherWe must walk away from things of enmityKeeping united to love in all its entiretyLife does come with things that painDespite … Continue reading

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Seasons Shift In Meaning

Seasons Shift In Meaningby Michael DoyleIn times filled with doubt and questionOne certainty stands without hesitationThat as the seasons shift in meaningThese changes influence every human beingHearts break on the shores of coincidenceIn this time seemingly devoid of justiceAs phases … Continue reading

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The Maze (Inside Our Minds)

The Maze (Inside Our Minds)by Michael DoyleConsciousness is who we areEqually near as it is farPast every bit of memoryRather in sadness or reveriePast the loops of improvisationThat edges us toward our creationTeetering there on the edges of madnessAre the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: There Are Those Who Will Say That the…Freedom of Man and Mind Is the American Dream

“There are those who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American Dream.” – Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)

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Ever Free

Ever Freeby Michael DoyleJoining in as the heavens and earth singsHoping a white Christmas will bringThis world’s resounding joyAs every good boy and girl unwrap their toysIn wonder of love, we gather and rejoiceGathered together to make a little noiseAll … Continue reading

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Slow Like A Mule

Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks.  But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule.  No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading

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Daily Prompt – True

As a concerned father, I am concerned with what’s true About a brave and noble navigator in the year 1492 Despite lies propagated to spread Leftist drivel about greed The search for gold was motivated by a different need The … Continue reading

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In A Nod To Photoshop

In A Nod To Photoshop by Michael Romani A lot can be said By the naked raw Some images instead Need more to be their all In a nod to Photoshop Each element can be drawn out Piece by piece; … Continue reading

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