Tag Archives: Precision

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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Until It Unfolds

Until It Unfoldsby Michael DoyleLife’s biggest projectsAre a lot to figure out.Life success, not reject.Even the best life has doubt.Because of this or despite this,We don’t want to have a miss.So we find ourselves pressing onUntil all our tomorrows are … Continue reading

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Balance of Power

Balance of Powerby Michael DoyleYour people came to my peopleWith all of their demandsBefore we knew what coexistence meantWe had lost all our sacred landsWe were offered the peaceThat can only be called brutalityAs we were savagely rounded upBy your … Continue reading

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I Thought Myself An Eagle

I Thought Myself An Eagleby Michael DoyleI thought myself an eagleAnd built me a nest in solitudeAbove where I could watch beautyAnd very few might intrudeThe disappointments I’ve knownHave dried up my springs of hopeI retreat to that comfort shownAnd … Continue reading

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Rodin’s Artistry

Rodin’s Artistryby Michael DoyleSome pursue the fine arts for immortalityThat makes a degree of sense thoroughlyAfter all, you start with a marble blockBut see what you will transform from rockLike water, the shape begins to conformThe chisel drips patiently to … Continue reading

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Home Is Felt

Home Is Feltby Michael DoyleBanging on the walls of our spacesChecking the layout of our placesPopping the bottle of our cheerWe’ll find our way to make our thereThe there of our shared creature comfortLearning how we’ll fit and comportSpinning around … Continue reading

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The Magnificence of Significance

The Magnificence of Significance by Michael DoyleFrom the beginning, we have the visionWe might lack in our precisionBut we know what we’re going forFaith is the kindness that opens the closed doorIn all the paths we are shownWe look back … Continue reading

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Anger Blocks the Way

Anger Blocks the Wayby Michael DoyleAnger Seals away Steals away Keeps away Love Until the day We learn to say That which must be said Hope will be dead With disappointmentDanger Rules our decisions Without precision With the derision Keeping … Continue reading

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In A Declaration of War

In A Declaration of Warby Michael DoyleTitans are unleashed in a visionDreamed without the requisite precisionTo dare to say what it really meansThis then is the way of such types of dreamsKing Hyperion seeks to rule over mankindBut as with … Continue reading

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Consent of the Governed

Consent of the Governedby Michael DoyleAs a people, our government transformedWhen we could not be forcefully conformedTo a loss of rightful, popular sovereigntyThis could not be allowed by our dignityUnjust in his dictatorial set of actionsWe, the Americans, demanded satisfactionThis … Continue reading

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