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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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Approached Threshold
When you approach sacred places and times and spaces do you appreciate the transformative moment you are in? Approached Threhold by Michael Romani Growing up in the present age We are encouraged to seek after sages Seeking our shifts in … Continue reading
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Tagged Age, Approach, Collide, Driven, Embrace, Encourage, Fight, Found, Ground, Grow Up, Hand, Heart, Ideas, Information, Inner, Journey, Love, Navigate, Nervous, Offer, Peace, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Point of View, Pursue, Realization, Respective, Reverent, Sage, Scold, Self Actualization, Service, Share, Shift, Spark, Speed of Sound, Surrender, Tender, Threshold, Told, Transform, Transformation, Travel, Truth, Unfold, Vibration, Voyager
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Morning Dew
Morning Dew by Michael Romani She smiled as she sweetly told me Telling me, it wasn’t to scold me That there is a sad sense of cliché In nearly every thing that I say I smiled back that there was … Continue reading
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Tagged Cliche, Heart, Memories, Mettle, Morning, Morning Dew, Petals, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Say, Scold, Season, Smile, Sunrise, True, Twinkle
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