Tag Archives: Metaphysical

No News, Anxiety Blues

No News, Anxiety Bluesby Michael DoyleEven though they tell meThat I wear victory’s crownThey’ll never totally sell meThat I should not feel downYes, I survived and stand aliveI can’t say the same for friendsPatriotic to the point of deep diveNow, … Continue reading

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Dropping the Label

Dropping the Labelby Michael DoyleIn every moment, any given momentCan become the truth of a holy momentGod is with us wherever we areWhether in a building or under starsLife may not be fair, but God is faithfulBringing to our lives … Continue reading

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Denunciation (of Joseph Brodsky)

Denunciation (Of Joseph Brodsky)by Michael DoyleNo longer the young poet, but grown olderHe remained the lyric voice of his generationA social parasite who lived ever bolderAs an involuntary exile held in venerationTold he was pornographic and destroyed by an anxietyNot … Continue reading

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Truth of Soul In Our Voices

Truth of Soul In Our Voicesby Michael DoyleThe soul brings access metaphysicallyTo animate our being into rationalityThe soul is the place philosophy can shineIn the light of the heart and the divineA spark of God comes to be understoodThough the … Continue reading

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First Principles: Laws Are Made For Men of Ordinary Understanding and Should…Be Construed By the Ordinary Rules of Common Sense

“Laws are made for men of ordinary understanding and should, therefore, be construed by the ordinary rules of common sense. Their meaning is not to be sought for in metaphysical subtleties which may make anything mean everything or nothing at … Continue reading

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First Principles: Laws Are Made For Men of Ordinary Understanding and Should Be Construed By Ordinary Rules of Common Sense

“Laws are made for men of ordinary understanding and should, therefore, be construed by the ordinary rules of common sense. Their meaning is not to be sought for in metaphysical subtleties which may make anything mean everything or nothing at … Continue reading

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Toying With Reality

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 21’s challenge is to write a poem in a surrealistic manner. Toying With Reality by Michael Romani From the north looking down on the spinning top The world twirls around and may never find its stop All the … Continue reading

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First Principles: Laws Are Made For Ordinary People To Be Defined By Common Sense Not The Metaphysical

“Laws are made for men of ordinary understanding and should, therefore, be construed by the ordinary rules of common sense. Their meaning is not to be sought for in metaphysical subtleties which may make anything mean everything or nothing at … Continue reading

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First Principles: Laws Are Made For Men of Ordinary Understanding

“Laws are made for men of ordinary understanding and should, therefore, be construed by the ordinary rules of common sense. Their meaning is not to be sought for in metaphysical subtleties which may make anything mean everything or nothing at … Continue reading

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