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Love Lives On

Love Lives Onby Michael DoyleDriving around the middle of the nationTrying to stimulate my daughters’ imaginationsAnd love for seeing the beauty of this nationLike their grandmother would have; if the situationHad somehow allowed this to followIf she had thrived; but … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than the People Whom I Hate

“I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.” – Max Frisch, architect, playwright, and novelist (15 May 1911-1991)

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First Principles: No Government, Any More Than An Individual, Will Long Be Respected Without Being Truly Respectable

“No government, any more than an individual, will long be respected without being truly respectable.” – James Madison (1788)

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Forbidden Colors

Forbidden Colorsby Michael DoyleIn the forbidden colors of the sheltering skySome composers aren’t discussed until they dieRyūichi Sakamoto opened the door to an energy flowThat began with Debussy and would ebb and flowOf the Yellow Magic Orchestra in all of … Continue reading

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Between Sleep and Awake

Between Asleep and Awakeby Michael DoyleBetween asleep and awakeIs the recounting ofEvery single mistakeSome deeper than othersSome of hate, some of loveAll of which are heartbreakThey sent me to fight in warI went out a well-trained beastAnd yet somehow I … Continue reading

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Slightly Out of Tune

Softly Out of Tuneby Michael DoyleThe piano plays slightly out of tuneThe preacher is drunk, crazy as a loonA voice whispers hello old friendThe bemused look hints at the endLife is one continuing negotiationIt seems a program of collaborationIt is … Continue reading

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Speck of Dust

Speck of Dustby Michael DoyleThis speck of dust on which we restIs the speck of dust that is our testUnwritten laws frame our mindsAnd what is left when we no longer findThat the laws written serve us wellAnd that we … Continue reading

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Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”

Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”by Michael Doyle”It’s A Wonderful Life” is a different warMy kind of film and at times a lot moreThe critics can snark their hatred of platitudeOr maybe learn a thing or two about gratitudeThere is … Continue reading

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Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealed

Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealedby Michael DoyleArt imitates life as life imitates artMasquerading in the wantonness of the heartIt’s a fearful discovery of the monster withinThat while we don’t understand, causes us to sinActing in the the brazen … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The More Laws, the Less Justice

“The more laws, the less justice.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BC)

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