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The Riddle of the Sands
The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading
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Tagged Clever, Cold, Death, Dimension, Dreaming, Eyes, Fade, Fingers, Fire, Forever, Fragile Heart, Idenity, Jesus, Know, Last Breath, Laugh, Learn, Liquid Sky, Living, Mars, Memories, Mercury, Mind, Misery, Months, Night, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Pyschobabble, Reality, Realize, Red Alert, Riddle, Sands, Silence, Sleep, Sound, Spike, Spirit, Starlight, Surreal, Tears, Temple of Wonders, Thought, Trauma, Walk, Waves, Weep, World, Years, Yesterday
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Making It Do
Making It Doby Michael DoyleThe world’s painIs dipped in blueThinking I remember thatAbout me and youWalking in withMy life’s game faceIf you keep on running awayDoes it leave its traceMost of the living worldIs a bit under the weatherWe keep … Continue reading
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Tagged Behind, Better, Blind, Blue, Bound, Bribes, Game Face, Hard To See, Hope, Life, Living World, Making It Do, Me and You, Plan, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Remember, Running Away, Sound, Trace, Under the Weather, Walk, World, World's Pain
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Remembering Prince
Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading
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Tagged America Singing, Argue, Blind, Dark Side, Decay, Deep Discography, Delay, Diminutive, Dirty-Minded Minstrel, Dismiss, Europe, Eyebrow, Eyes, Feedback, Fifty-Seven, Forgotten, Freedom, Funky Treasure, Grief, Harm, Haste, Heaven, Hum, Life, Loaded Dice, Lost Culture, Love, Measure, Melody, Memories, Memory, Minor Gods, Mourning Doves, Music, Musical Genres, Nightingale, Pain, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Price, Prince, Pulse, Purple Rain, Rain, Remember, Reverence, Reverie, Rock-n-Roll, Shape of One, Soft Voice, Somehow, Something From Nothing, Soul, Sound, Spring, Strong Spirit, Surprise, The Purple One, Time, Transcend, Trtuh, Waste, Wicked Charm, Wisdom, Writing
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Thought For the Day: Amazing Grace! How Sweet the Sound That Saved A Wretch Like Me! I Once Was Lost But Now Am Found, Was Blind But Now I See
“Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see.” – John Newton
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Tagged Amazing Grace, Blind, Found, John Newton, Lost, See, Sound, Sweet, Thought For the Day, Wretch
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The God of You and Me
The God of You and Meby Michael DoyleWe are joined here in voiceWe are gathered here by choiceCalled together in His nameCalled together by the one without blameWe call out in the Holy SpiritWith a mighty desire to hear itAll … Continue reading
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Tagged All the Things, Call Out, Called Together, Cause, Choice, Control, Cry, Desire, Echo, Fill, Found, Fulfillment, Gather, God, God of Me and You, God's Love, Hear It, Hearts, Heaven, Holy Spirit, In His Name, Joined, Joy, Joy and Sorrow, Know, Manna, Needed To Be Said, One Without Blame, Poetry and Poems, Rejoice, Remind, Share, Show, Soul, Sound, Spiritually Fed, Through Him, Today As Tomrrow, Victory's Crown, Voice, You and Me
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Thought For the Day: I’d Like To Get Something Together – Like A Handel, Bach, Muddy Waters, Flamenco Type of Thing. If I Could Get That Sound, I’d Be Happy
“I’d like to get something together – like a Handel, Bach, Muddy waters, flamenco type of thing. If I could get that sound, I’d be happy.” – Jimi Hendrix
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Tagged Bach, Flamenco, Handel, Happy, Jimi Hendrix, Muddy Waters, Sound, Thought For the Day, Type of Thing
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Thought For the Day: It May Sound Trite, But Using the Weapons of the Enemy, No Matter How Good One’s Intentions, Makes One the Enemy
“It may sound trite, but using the weapons of the enemy, no matter how good one’s intentions, makes one the enemy.” – Charles de Lint, writer and folk musician (b. 22 Dec 1951
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Tagged Charles de Lint, Enemy, Good Intentions, Matter, Sound, Thought For the Day, Trite, Weapon
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