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Madami II
Madami IIby Michael DoyleThere is a creeping conspiracy of making up liesTo make society’s driving forces into bad guys. Most of the rich in America worked to get there.To believe otherwise is a sad game of stoking fear.The Havana Model … Continue reading
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Tagged Abortion, America, Arrogance, Babies, Bad Guys, Believe, Chameleon, City, Communism, Confusion, Country, Creeping Conspiracy, Criminals, Defund and Dismantle, Driving Force, Empty, Enemies, Entrepreneurial Class, False Promises, Fear, Fools, Free Condoms, Fund, Globalizing the Intifada, Good, Groceries, Gun, Havana Model, Hear, History, Illegal Immigration, Madami, Made Up Lies, Madman, Marxism, Middle Class, Nation, Observer, Pass, Path, Philosophy, Pity, Poetry and Poems, Police Departments, Politics, Posture, Protection, Red Rage, Rich, Roaches, Sex Change Operations, Sex Work, Shadows, Sheer Ignorance, Snake, Social Services, Society, Stake, Stoking Fear, Surge, The Socialists, Venezuela, Wise Governance, Work, Workers
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Turning Points of Resolution
Turning Points of Resolutionby Michael DoyleWithout having so much as a college degree,Charlie offered the ideals of American philosophy.Bringing truth to the street of clever error,It’s more than 7 years of bad luck from this broken mirror.Touching hearts and guiding … Continue reading
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Tagged American Philosophy, Atmosphere, Bad Luck, Broken Mirror, Charlie Kirk, Civil, Clever Error, Clouded Hate, College Degree, Display, Examination, Faith, Fear, Fragility of Life, Frame, Hearts, High-Powered Round, Ideals, Informed Debate, Left Behind, Life, Madman, Malice, Mindless Loss, Minds, Nation's Friend, Poetry and Poems, Reasoned Debate, Resolution, Shame, Start, Street, Strife, Thug, True Justice, Truth, Turning Point, Writing
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Fifty-Five Years Gone
Fifty-Five Years Goneby Michael DoyleFrom crayons to my sister’s perfume,I was lost deep inside the White Room.Things of death made me feel fear,And I needed another atmosphere.I lost myself on memory lane,Half convinced that life slips down the drain.Looking for … Continue reading
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Tagged 45s, AM Radio, Atmosphere, Autumn Leaves, Beginning, Call, Closed Door, Crawl, Crayon, Cry, Death, Different, Drain, DU, Experiment, Fall, Fear, Feeling Sound, Fifty-Five Years, Find, FM, Fortune, Gone, Hit, Inside, Kicks, Madman, Memory Lane, Music, Never-Ending, New Opportunity, Perfume, Player, Poetry and Poems, Read, Reverent, Shaman, Shout, Soul, Stage, Stereo Long Play, Twist, Unimpressed, Variant, Wasteland, Way Out, White Room, Wounded Prided
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Thought For the Day: There Is Only One Difference Between A Madman and Me. The Madman Thinks He Is Sane. I Know That I Am Mad.
“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.” -Salvador Dali, painter (11 May 1904-1989)
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Tagged Difference, Know, Mad, Madman, Me, Salvador Dali, Thought For the Day
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Virtue and Disobedience
Virtue and Disobedienceby Michael DoylePainting away your dayAs old records playEach portrait painted with feelingIs nothing less than soul-revealingThat is to say about the painters’ waysNot of the sitter, despite honoring his daysSpending time on crafting the right impressionThis is … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, Artist's Confession, Confident, Control, Dangerous, Deal, Death, Depravity, Disobedience, Drink Away, Duress, Equally Unafraid, Evil, Explanation, Feeling, Genuis, Great Ideas, Heart, History, Holidy, Immoral, Indignity, Innocent, Knife Blade, Lips, Madman, Mask, Mystery, Old Records, Pain, Paint, Painter, Pawns, Phantom Lover, Plain, Poetry and Poems, Polish, Portrait, Possibility, Rationalization, Regrets, Rewrite History, Right Impression, Saint, See, Sitter, Skill Set, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Strangeness of Life, Survivors, Truth, Virtue, Wolves, Wonder
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Desire At the End of Days
Halloween Poem #12: Desire At the End of Days by Michael Romani At the end of days When evil walks and dragons slay The fallen angels will have the rule In absolute dominion over fools Drink this down with whiskey … Continue reading
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Tagged Appearance, Belief, Believe, Black Death, Breath, Creatures of the Night, Dark One, Day, Deceive, Desire, Discern, Dominion, End, Evil, Fall, Fallen Ange, Fire, Forget, Heart, House, Learn, Lesson, Life, Madman, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Reason, Right As Rain, Rip, Risk, Shellly, Slay, Strain, Superstition, Truth, Vain, Verse, Walk, Whiskey, White Chapel
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