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Tag Archives: Poison
Real Without Regret
Real Without Regretby Michael DoyleYou started realAnd sold out for a mansion.It’s the corporate feel,Soulless suits were never in fashion.Life is raw,And only sometimes pretty.Singing about what you sawIn every man’s town and city.This world can be strongly frayed.You hear … Continue reading
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Dark Sources
Dark Sourcesby Michael DoyleThe optics make me cringe.Almost every newscast is on the fringeIt seems that we’re invited into the conspiracyWhile they really don’t care about historyEveryone vents and is set on blamingIt’s that PR game known as framingTruth, it … Continue reading
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Tagged :Profound, Blame, Captains of America, Care, Complexity, Connective Tissue, Conspiracy, Constitution, Cringe, Dark Sources, Downed, Endangered, Every Night, Explanation, Fleshed Out, Foundation, Framing, Fringe, Gangrene, Groove, Hide, History, Honest Brokers, Huddle, Invitation, Life, Looking In, Media, My Side, Neighbors, Newscast, Nowhere, Objective, Optics, Optimism, Original Sin, Pessimism, Poetry and Poems, Poison, Polluted Air, Power, Public Relations, Quizzically Smile, Roots, Rumors, Runaway, Shots, Society, Souls, Stay, Strategic, Subjective, Systemic Racism, Team, Television, Texts, Truth, Vent, Walls, Your Side
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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
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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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Revisiting Truth In the Post-Modernist Age
Revisiting Truth In the Post-Modernist Ageby Michael DoyleIt can be said with conviction of feelingThat the ways of God are revealingHere in this mid-DecemberIt seems timely to rememberAll of God’s loving tracesIn all the history of a life’s embracesAre like … Continue reading
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Tagged Atone, Balance, Brain, Broken, Chaos, Clarity, Confusion, Contrition, Conviction, Cost, Destruction, Dysfunction, Faithless, Feeling, Grace, Grace and Truth, Heartless, Heed, History, Human Race, Humanity, Ideology, Illusion, Imposition, Incarnation, Jordan, Law andTruth, Lean-In, Loving Traces, Meaning, Memorial, Mercy, Mid-December, Neighborhood, Nihilism, Optimism, Poetry and Poems, Poison, Post-Modernist Age, Preacher, Question, Reason, Rebellion, Relativism, Remember, Revealing, Revisit, Righteous Path, Seduce, Shadow, Stones, Struggle, Teach, Teacher, The Law, The lost, the Word, Truth, Ways of God
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Thought For the Day: Hatred Is Like Drinking Poison and Expecting The Other Person To Die
“Hatred is like drinking poison and then waiting for it to kill your enemy.” – Buddha
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Tagged Buddha, Die, Drink, Expect, Hatred, Other Person, Poison, Thought For the Day
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On the Futility of Revenge
On the Futility of Revengeby Michael DoyleLife it seemsBeyond its dreamsIs a transitory questionBest approached with hesitationCareful of curtains hungEqually as so with songs unsungAbout the wrongs we wish to avengeFor such things bring their own revengeOften these cut both … Continue reading
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Tagged Avenge, Backs, Curtains, Danger, Darkness, Days, Dreams, Duel, Friends, Futility, Gone, Good Intent, Hesitation, Honor, Life, Light, Lost, Move On, Petty Acts, Poetry and Poems, Points Scored, Poison, Restore, Revenge, Songs, Stranger, Transitory Question, Wall, Wrong, Wrongs
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Taken Path
Halloween Poem #22: Taken Path by Michael Romani Even we who make our own heaven and hell Cannot evade that most singular of details That the chosen Wolf of God is our prophecy A singular enemy that is our owned … Continue reading
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Tagged All, Blood, Bring, Bury, Carry, Cave, Choice, Control, Crimson, Cure, Dark, Destiny, Detail, Dig, Do, Embrace, End, Enemy, Evil, Fable, Fear, Few, Fight, Fog, Forever, Full Moon, Gift, Gods, Grave, Halloween, Heart, Heaven, Hell, Heresy, History, Infusion, Know, Legacy, Light, Man, Mud, Night, Offspring, Path, People, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Poison, Power, Prophecy, River, Run, Save, Shaman, Sin, Single, Singular, Soul, Stand, Strength, Vision, Wolf, Wolf of God, World
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Dracula’s Bride
Halloween Poem #12: Dracula’s Bride by Michael Romani The master does not want as she has given Feasted into blood, never to be forgiven An eternal kiss shared in the late night As betrayer of truth and hater of light … Continue reading
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Politically Incorrect Revisited
Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading →