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Orphan Bachelors
Orphan Bachelorsby Michael DoyleSelf-expression has become democratizedIn an era where everyone is traumatizedThe Asian experience is best understoodBy taking in the feelings, both bad and goodHowever minor these seem in their unfoldingThere’s nothing said that requires scoldingIt needs a historical … Continue reading
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Tagged Adversity, Alienation, America, American Family, Analyzation, Arguments and Resentments, Asian Experience, Ask, Assimilation, Balanced Devotion, Bloodless Crime, Burden, Chinese Families, Complete, Conflicting American Ideals, Confusion, Conversation, Dedication, Democratized, Dreams, Era, Exclusion, Eyes, Fabric, Feelings, Formation, Four Generations, Fraught, Generation, Generations, Hard Facts, Historical Legacy, Identity, Immigrant's Song, Impossible Task, In Depth Truth, Inheritance, Inspiriation, Language, Lasting Sorrow, Limits of Inclusion, Loneliness, Lore, Marginalization, Minor, Nation, Old Sojourners, Orphan Bachelors, Pain, Paper Sons, Passed-Through Experience, Poetry and Poems, Policy, Promise, Purpose, Quality, Question, Scold, Self Expression, Story, Storyteller's Delusion, STuck, Tension, Tomorrow, Tragedy, Transparent, Trauma, Truth, Truth-Telling, Unborn, Understood, Unfolding
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Truth Becomes A Life
Truth Becomes A Lifeby Michael DoyleLooking at life in its full-lengthWe find our hold on truth is our strengthWithout truth, life is merely a stumbleWith all around us in a constant crumbleThis is happening throughout our landAs I pray to … Continue reading
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Tagged Aaron Copeland, Abiding Truth, Anchor, Become, Being, Bind, Blessed, Blindness, Character, Choose, Corespond, Correction, Crumble, Desire, Each Other, Embrace, Ends, Feelings, Full Length, Futility, Gift, God's Sight, God's Word, Impurity, Interact, Keep Right, Kindness, Know, Legacy, Life, Love, Meaning, North Star, One Another, Path, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Promise, Protection, Reliability, Righteousness, Salvation, Sanctify, Satan, See, Sinful Condition, Strength, Stumble, Truth, Understand, Wrong, Youth
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A Question of Theology
A Question of Theologyby Michael DoyleIt’s an interesting tug-of-warOne in which we watch the scoreWhy didn’t the Archangel slay the Devil?Instead, God chose to keep things more levelThe question isn’t just one of simple theologyBut crucial in understanding God’s divinityGod’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Archangel, Atrocities, Brim Stone, Choice, Cities, Contend, Crucial, Defense, Devil, Divinity, End, End Times, Faith, Fallen Angels, Fight, Genuine, God, Heaven, Hell, Kingdom, Level, Lucifer, Mercy, Poetry and Poems, Pretense, Price, Promise, Question, Score, Soul, Theology, Tug-of-War, Vanquish, Voice, Wait, Wisdom
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Blood Path of the Samurai
Blood Path of the Samuraiby Michael DoyleYou’re not just going to leaveA beheaded man on the ground?She asked in what I believeIs her shocked voice soundYou don’t see that everydayBut that, my dear, is the samurai’s waySmall men snuff out … Continue reading
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Tagged Assume, Beheaded, Blood, Correction, Decided, Derided, Doom, Faces, Fate, Hidden Places, Hour, Light, Path, Poetry and Poems, Powers, Promise, Prophesy, Reflection, Safe, Samurai, Secret, Snuff, Spill, Tale
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Thought For the Day: Politics Is the Gentle Art of Getting Votes From the Poor and Campaign Funds From the Rich, By Promising To Protect Each From the Other
“Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.”- Oscar Ameringer (1870-1943)
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Tagged Gentle Art, Getting Votes, Oscar Ameringer, Politics, Poor, Promise, Protect, Rich, Thought For the Day
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Among the First Casualties
Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … Continue reading
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Tagged Among, Borne, Broken Hearts, Burn, Comfort, Embrace, Fallen, Fear, First Casualties, Forget, Heart, Hide, Hope, Left Behind, Line, Linger, Lingering Memory, Live On, Love, Lovers, Mind, Mustache, Okay, Paassion, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Promise, Reflections, Regret, Scars, Stars, Touch, Trace, Void, War, White Heat, Wish, Wounded Heart, Wrong
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Strike the Match
Strike the Matchby Michael DoyleLife broke our heartsAnd filled it with sorrowLife killed our hopeBy filling us with promised tomorrowsThere inside our broken smilesAre the tatters, we won’t leave behindEven for a sacred shot at sanityThat is, after all, naught … Continue reading
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Tagged Alexandria, Bad, Broken Smiles, Care, Children, Choose, Core, Darkness, Eyes, Fair, Flames, Good, Hard Price, Harshness, Heart, Hope, Immortality, Learn, Life, Live For Love, Match, New World, Nice to Win, Old World, Open, Poetry and Poems, Promise, Sanity, Secret Pain, Shame, Should, Sigh, Sleep, Sorrow, Stay Alive, Strike, Sunrise, Survive, Tatters, Vanity, Win
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Push Button
Push Buttonby Michael DoylePushed buttons bring us to griefFrustrations from which we need reliefWe have but one Father, one God of creationBrothers and sisters sharing our one situationWe should then, treat one anotherAs we are, sisters and brothersEqually held in … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandon, Altars, Belong, Blessing, Born, Brothers and Sisters, Cheat, Command, Correction, Creation, Cuts Deeper, Darkness, Direction, Disregard, Doing Wrong, Equally Held, Fake, Father, Forgiveness, Frustrations, Full Liberty, Gardens, God, God's Body, Godly View, Grief, Grow, Heads on Swivel, Hearts, Holiness, Honor, Light, Living, Living Years, Love, Make, Member, Our Father's Love, Poetry and Poems, Promise, Push Button, Regard, Relationship, Relief, Reveal, Right Move, Rightful Worship, Sacred, Sanctuary, Situation, Speak, Sword, Tears, Treat One Another, True Devotion, Wasteland, Will, Witness, World
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We’ll Burn Our Memory
We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading
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Tagged Armor, Ashes, Battle, Better Senses, Broken, Burn, Carry, Choices, Cracks, Dance, Defeat, Difference, Eyes, Fast, Fire, Fleeting, Forget, Hope, Human, Inner Essence, Inner Light, Inner Voice, Know, Life, Limits, Love, Memory, Nothing, One Last Time, Past, Paths, Poetry and Poems, Promise, Regret, Right, Shine, Skies, Spell, Squander, Streets, Time Slips By, Tomorrow, Unexplored, Unspoken, Victory, Wish, Won, Words Meander
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 