Tag Archives: Perception

For the Love of Myth

For the Love of Mythby Michael DoyleWalking out past our prints in the Indiana snow,My youngest confesses that it’s hard to let it go.Greek myths have an existential edge, so inevitableCreative minds find themselves immensely incapableOf letting go, the stories … Continue reading

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Normatives Shown

Normatives Shownby Michael DoyleAddressing bits of truth,In this age of managed publicity,Has since my youthBeen a matter of building a legacy.Thinking on one’s feetOn the slip of a slippery slope,Helps a man escape self-deceit,Even as he hangs from his last … Continue reading

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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading

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Mean Street Struggles

Mean Street Strugglesby Michael DoyleThe top tier of all artistryHas the flow found in living free.The struggle and hustle of the cityHas the habit of instilling its vibrancyThat grinds against the boneIn a way that makes each soul its own.New … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: There Is Nothing So Confining As the Prisons of Our Own Perceptions

“There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.” – William Shakespeare

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Tomorrow From Yesterday

Tomorrow From Yesterdayby Michael DoyleI’m listening to the memoriesI’m studying all the melodiesI’m listening to a lifetime of soundsQuietly mesmerized by what I’ve foundGoing all the way back to 1965It’s almost before I was aliveHere on the sonic avenue of … Continue reading

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The Radical Amazement of Life

The Radical Amazement of Lifeby Michael DoyleWaking up this morning, there’s no need for guessingThat each day of life is indeed an intricate blessingWith no doubt in my mind, I recognize this whollyThat just the pleasure of another day is … Continue reading

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Coming To Peace With the Questions

Coming To Peace With the Questionsby Michael DoyleWhatever might be said as final proclamationOne way or another about Jesus’ divinationIt can’t fail to be noted, He changed civilizationRegardless of any attempts at miseducationJesus came to fulfill, and not overturn JudaismFrom … Continue reading

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Thoughts On Palm Sunday 2023

Thoughts On Palm Sunday 2023by Michael DoyleEvery man’s life is a conversationIt’s in the soul, not the presentationPalm Sunday is it’s own celebrationThat turned from hosanna to devastationOr so perception blinded, yet it gave goodOne day at a time, as … Continue reading

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The Blessing of the Monarch Butterfly Journey

The Blessing of the Monarch Butterfly Journeyby Michael DoyleLong may it be that we keep this blessed memoryof what it means to take a 3000 mile journeyFrom Canada to the Oyamel forests in the Mexican nationReminding us that borders are … Continue reading

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