Tag Archives: Run Away

Virtual Love Song

Virtual Love Songby Michael Doyle She peeked inside my windowTell me how was I to knowFrom outside my hdden shadowWas the heart that would rattle my soul Shaking me into a hope for tomorrowAnd make me forget my sorrowShe’s filling … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: In A World of Fugitives, the Person Taking the Opposite Direction Will Appear To Run Away

“In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.” – T.S. Eliot, poet (26 Sep 1888-1965)

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Dangers Lurk In the Seams

Dangers Lurk In the Seamsby Michael DoyleIn the hidden crevices of your dreamsThere are dangers lurking in the seamsThree, four, better lock up that doorThe boogie man is coming back for moreFive, six, he has a bag of tricksWhere evil … Continue reading

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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Tomorrow Begins

Life is filled with twists and turns.  Where there isn’t always understanding, maybe acceptance is enough? Tomorrow Begins by Michael Romani Blinded by the brilliance of the light Tomorrow begins again in our tonight Stumbled falling and I am here … Continue reading

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