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Tag Archives: Pain
Remembering Prince
Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading
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Tagged America Singing, Argue, Blind, Dark Side, Decay, Deep Discography, Delay, Diminutive, Dirty-Minded Minstrel, Dismiss, Europe, Eyebrow, Eyes, Feedback, Fifty-Seven, Forgotten, Freedom, Funky Treasure, Grief, Harm, Haste, Heaven, Hum, Life, Loaded Dice, Lost Culture, Love, Measure, Melody, Memories, Memory, Minor Gods, Mourning Doves, Music, Musical Genres, Nightingale, Pain, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Price, Prince, Pulse, Purple Rain, Rain, Remember, Reverence, Reverie, Rock-n-Roll, Shape of One, Soft Voice, Somehow, Something From Nothing, Soul, Sound, Spring, Strong Spirit, Surprise, The Purple One, Time, Transcend, Trtuh, Waste, Wicked Charm, Wisdom, Writing
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One True Love
One True Loveby Michael DoyleIn understanding your painIt makes it quite plainYou are all that means anything to meThe worthy answer to my questions for meYou fill up my mindLike nothing else I findThese are the secrets we revealFeeling like … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, All Else, Antidote, Blame, Control, Despite, Everything, Filled With Love, Find, Flame, Free, Happily, Held Above, Hope, Jealousy, Life, Life's Confusion, Love, Mean, Meant, Mind, Most, My Thoughts, One True Love, Pain, Plain, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Poison, Question, Reveal, Run, Secrets, Soul, Spark, Steal, Stumble, Toast, Understand, Unjust Illusion, Worthy Answer, Your Love
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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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First Principles: He Will Wipe Away Every Tear From Their Eyes, and Death Shall Be No More, Neither Shall There Be Mourning, Nor Crying, Nor Pain Anymore, For the Former Things Have Passed Away
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4
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Tagged Cry, Death, Eyes, First Principles, Former Things, Mourning, No More, Pain, Passed Away, Revelation 21:4, Tear, Wipe Away
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Echo Back
Echo Backby Michael DoyleMy words echo back into tomorrowA half-life that’s full of sorrowI’m often sorry for what I sayThe demons inside won’t have it any other wayIf these were the last words I saidI wouldn’t want them rolling in … Continue reading
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Tagged Better Choice, Bones, Construction, Demons Inside, Destroy, Destruction, Echo Back, Family, Father, Feeling, Full of Sorrow, Generational Sinds, Grown, Half-Life, Head, Humbly, Hurt, Ideal, Immeasurable, Imprint, Intrude, Kill You, Last Words, My Brokenness, New Thoughts and Habits, Nobility, Own, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Point of View, Proof of Life, Raise, Rise Above, Rolling, Rude, Say, Served, Shown, Solitude, Sorry, Sticks and Stones, Strong Regret, The Bible, Thoughts, Tomorrow, Treasurable, Truth of Love, Voice, Wish, Won't Do, Words
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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism
The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading
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Tagged Accept, Analysis, Attitude, Bearable, Best Ways, Burdens, Capable, Correct, Crack, Creation, Crush Your Soul, Daughters, Days, Destroy, Door, Embrace, Encouragement, Error, Eventually, Father, Fear, Foolish, Honest Face, Humility, Illuminate, Imperfection, Incapable, Light Gets In, Need, Nothing, Optimism, Pain, Paralysis, Perfect, Perfectionism, Poetry and Poems, Practiced Failure, Pretend, Push, Reality, Restrain, Self-Correction, self-improvement, Self-Solitude, Share, Sing, Something, Song of Life, Time Enough, Trace, Truth, Truth of Life, Unachievable, Uncertainty, Urgency, Well Being, World
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