Tag Archives: Stranger

Her Song

Her Songby Michael DoyleA voice came to me from beyond my screen.A brown-eyed beauty who loved what she had seen,She smiled at me with growing anticipation Suggesting with a smile that we write about creation. I couldn’t help but wonder … Continue reading

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Healing Scars Into Stars

Healing Scars Into Starsby Michael DoyleWe can beat ourselves up in the void,In all the shame we try to avoid. Waltzing through interconnecting rooms of shameThis is where we learned to wear our blame.We tell ourselves that we’re different,Acting humble … Continue reading

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The Ecology of Hitchhiking

The Ecology of Hitchhikingby Michael DoyleWhen you think of it in terms of ecology,Hitchhiking has very little to do with the economy.From my own experience, it’s about relationshipsPerhaps even sometimes about brinksmanship.The people that are met on the open roadAre … Continue reading

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Reality Vs. Constructs

Reality Vs. Constructsby Michael DoyleAn understanding states and instructsThat the “real world” consists of constructsWe all oblige each other to reach an understandingBut to apply this loosely rather than too demandingThis is to say we lie so often to our … Continue reading

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The Gift of Darkness

The Gift of Darknessby Michael DoyleLifeGave me the gift of darknessStrifeIn a world filled with harshnessIt was a gift Though it took years to understandThoughts shiftAs you travel the years and the landDarkness Is as important as lightIt takes harshnessTo … Continue reading

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Like Souls Rising From the Dead

Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Bosom of America Is Open To Receive Not Only the Opulent and Respectable Stranger, but the Oppressed and Persecuted

“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” —George Washington (1783)

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Things of Sisterhood Observed In Nashville

Things of Sisterhood Observed in Nashvilleby Michael DoyleA resplendent marble temple sits in full scaleIn Centennial Park, centering beautiful NashvilleWith Athena’s legendary wisdom in its representationAs a timely reminder of the city’s due stationBuilt in thanksgiving for this modern Athens’ … Continue reading

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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The Mothman Cometh

The Mothman Comethby Michael DoyleGraceful yet frighteningI saw him by lightening With two red eyes glaringI couldn’t help staringPleading his wild eyed mysteryA part of West Virginian historyThis mysterious sort of beingThat the moonlight might bringA chilling whisper finds its … Continue reading

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