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Thought For the Day: The Difference Between False Memories and True Ones Is the Same As For Jewels: It Is Always the False Ones That Look the Most Real, The Most Brilliant

“The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.” -Salvador Dali, painter (11 May 1904-1989)

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We’re Going To Make It

We’re Going To Make Itby Michael DoyleWhatever today’s bit of sorrowKeep holding on for tomorrowNot giving in to the gray skiesUntil you see the bright sunriseThat will greet your dreamsHeld together now taped at the seamsIn a world that even … Continue reading

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Trusting In His Resilience

Trusting In His Resilienceby Michael DoyleSo many things constantly changeAs we live our lives rearrangeBut some things stay the sameThat’s how it’s lighted with God’s flameGod loves us with urgent insistencyStated with a solid state of consistencyBut he does want … Continue reading

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Lessons In Life’s Suffering

Lessons In Life’s Sufferingby Michael DoyleSpring isn’t the sameWhen love has been lostSorrow calls out the nameBut refuses to pay the costThe thing held sacred as follyTouch the inner workings of the soulA moment away from devotionHas the depth of … Continue reading

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Wounds Let In the Light

Wounds Let In the Lightby Michael DoyleThey say our wounds let in the lightI don’t know if it’s by experience or second lightBut something about this notion is wound tightAnd from what I have seen, perhaps they’re rightThe worst wound … Continue reading

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On Being Indigenous In the 21st Century

On Being Indigenous In the 21st Centuryby Michael DoyleIn this world of the modern ageWhen most wish to appear a wise sageIt is pithy to posture and sayIn that pseudo-intellectual wayThat the indigenous follow Mother Nature’s wayThough if you were … Continue reading

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Awkward Silence Felt

Does anyone else ever get into routines?  I suppose there is good and bad to these things. Awkward Silence Felt by Michael Doyle The awkward silence between Feels down, dirty and mean In pop culture’s references We’re coming down to … Continue reading

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Tavern Dice

Much of life is lived as though on a roll of the dice.  Game of chance and circumstance lived with our best intentions. Tavern Dice by Michael Doyle With a roll of dice A gamble is made For something nice … Continue reading

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A Cowboy Slips Into Easy

Some of my heroes have been cowboys.  At least one of them was a cowgirl.  My sister.  She’s likely riding the North Back 40 in heaven now looking down on us all and encouraging us to ride through this storm … Continue reading

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Remonstration

The 28th Day of Na/GloPoWriMo asks for optional prompt of recalling our favorite bedrooms in the manner of our choosing.  Mostly what I remember growing up shouldn’t be. Remonstration by Michael Doyle Looking back without much remonstration I recall how … Continue reading

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