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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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Tagged Alive, Answer, Believe, Collect, Consciousness, Creation, Dedication, Deep Question, Destruction, Dignity, Edge, Essence, Far, Freedom, Gates, Ghosts, Gifts, Glimpse, Hesitation, Honor, Hour, Humanity, Improvisation, In the End, Liberation, Lies, Life, Loops, Love, Madness, Maze, Meditation, Memory, Mind, Myster, Near, Nothing Else, Open Door, Own, Poetry and Poems, Point, Pristine, Pure, Reconstruction, Reverie, Sadness, Step, Survive, Thought, Truth, View, Vital Key, Will Power, Zest
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Thoughts On Dorian Gray
Thoughts On Dorian Grayby Michael DoyleTextured as it is in prescienceAre those things outside of scienceAmong these is the legend of Dorian GrayOf which there is much yet to sayImages that stick through flesh like a knifeSliced cleanly through the … Continue reading
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Tagged Artist, Bacchanalian, Bad Memories, Beauty, Call, Closed Doors, Clown, Commonsense, Crime, Deal, Death, Devil's Altar, Diabolical, Distract, Dorian Gray, Drink Up, Duty, Fair Trade, Flame, Flesh, Folly, Forever, Forgotten Scenes, Frolic, Games, Heart of Life, Hellfire Club, Human, Images, Introduce, Jest, Knife, Legend, Lesson, Life, London Town, Looks, Lost Moment, Memory, More, Nail, Open Door, Party, Philsopher, Pity, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Prescience, Pretense, Price, Reach, Say, Science, Seeker, Seen, Sermon, Shame, Sin, Sketches, Slice, Sould, Sympathy, Tea, Textured, Thoughts, Time, Truth, Vanity, Victorian Days, Ways of Darkness, Worse Dreams, Young
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Wild Winds
As mentioned before, it is birthday weekend for a very sweet daughter whose gentle spirit and artistic ways make me a better man in every way. I am so proud to be her father. I thought it might be, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Arrive, Assured, Back and Forth, Banter, Birthday Weekend, Bison, Blessed, Brought Back From the Edge, Buffalo, Buffalo Dreams, Buffalos, Calamity, Charge, Conversation, Cows, Daughters, Distinction, Drive, Eldest Daughter, Embrace, Explain, Explore, Extinction, Faint Marks, Family, Fascination, Father, Few Remaining, Flicker, Forward, Fremont, Friends, Future, Future Trips, Great Beasts, Horns, Indiana, Journey, Kayaking, Learn, Less Dim, Liberty, Long Drive, Love, Mile by Mile, Moment, Move Along, Nation, No Complaining, Old, Once Was A Time, Open Door, Outside, Photograph, Playfully, Plentiful, Poem, Poetry, Present, Preserve, Proud, Quicker, Raining, Risks, Rivers, Rus, Safer, Salvation, Saturday, Song, Soul, Stormy, Strength, Talking, Teach, Tenacity, Thankful, The Girls, The Great Creator, Their, Time Spent, Torment, Toward, Trace, Tragedy, Treasure, Vulnerability, Wild Winds, Wilderness, Wonderful, World
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Brand Me
Watched a Ted Talk with my princesses on branding. Brand Me by Michael Doyle Thinking back on life Through all of the joy and strife There has been one question Held back with some hesitation What then is my story? … Continue reading
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Tagged Adore, All I'll Ever Be, All-American, All-Star, American, Any, Bed, Believe, Best of Life, Body, Books, Brand, Branding, Care, Choir Boy, Conversation, Crazy, Destiny, Devote, Dream, Dreams, Echo, Eighteen, Family, Fine Enough, First Chorus, Glory, Gratefully, Grave, Grindstone, Head, Hell, Hesitation, Humble, Joy, Just As Well, Laughter, Life, Love, Many, Me, Military Man, Moment, Nose Held Down, One Question, Open Door, Passion, Photograph, Place, Placed, Poem, Poetry, Precedent, President, Pride, Pride and Joy, Princesses, Privilege, Put Away, Read, Song, Story, Stride, Strife, Study, Sunbeam, Team, TED Talk, Thank God, Thinking Back, Time, Tombstone, Trust, Two, Wounded, Years
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