Tag Archives: Ride

Through Songs and Deeds

Through Songs and Deedsby Michael DoyleThe Empirical Arbitrator is who decides.The rest of us are along for the ride.Whatever happens, happens as it does.Past or present, it is as it never ever was.Our revelations are preordained, However easy or however … Continue reading

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My Final Victory Won

My Final Victory Wonby Michael DoyleMy soul has no place to hideAs I face the night and rideRolling away that stoneWherever I am, I’m not aloneBurning ashes spread with the windBlown hot until the endPraying that things turn aroundMy feet … Continue reading

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The Best of We

The Best of Weby Michael DoyleThere are things sometimes saidThat could be put a better wayEmotions ricochet off the tapes in our headsBetter-chosen words keep the ball in playThe fights fought are a step forwardOn the path that moves us … Continue reading

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We Were So Certain

We Were So Certainby Michael DoyleIt’s not so funny How things rearrangeIt used to be so sunnyNow everything has changedYou were my Bonnie,And I was your ClydeWas I only dreamingOr along for your rideWe were so certainNow we’re simply hurtingI … Continue reading

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First Principles: The General Spread of the Light of Science Has Already Laid Open To Every View the Palpable Truth, That the Mass of Mankind Has Not Been Born With Saddles On Their Backs

“The general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view the palpable truth, that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready … Continue reading

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Growing Up In the Tropics

Growing Up in the Tropicsby Michael DoyleAcross the tropics, in early morning,We awaken sleepless, feeling the sunShining like a dreamBe it Cuba, Hawaii, or the PhilippinesThe breeze blows by coollyTurning the wind vanes slowly Dragonflies and butterflies floatOn mica wings … Continue reading

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For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)

For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)by Michael DoyleUsing song as a tool for transformationHis soundtrack helped to change the nationNow Belafonte has died at the age of ninety-sixHis life having affirmed the need of too much to fixSo many, … Continue reading

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Blind Side

Blind Sideby Michael DoyleFour seconds from the snap of the ballA life can change in ways we’ll later recallIn four seconds, a life can really changeAs the players on the field rearrangeBut such players come along for the rideWith nowhere … Continue reading

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A Dance of Fate

A Dance of Fateby Michael DoyleLife is more than merely fateIt is never really too lateTo realize that we have choicesLifted up in our true voicesIf only we might chooseNo longer allowing life to abuseExamining what we might refuseAnd refusing … Continue reading

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A Mustang’s Spirit

A Mustang’s Spiritby Michael DoyleA mustang’s spirit can never be brokenThe wild wind said in words unspokenInto the sky, the story of wild turned to loveBorn in a meadow with only the stars aboveSkies as endless as these were beautifulShy … Continue reading

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