Tag Archives: Thinking

A Desire For Positive Impact

A Desire for Positive Impactby Michael DoyleThis an age that embraces the apocalypse constantlyIt is hard to find anyone left who feels empathyFor those who want to live a life to its fullest measureIt is as though we have forgotten … Continue reading

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I Bought You A Necklace

I Bought You A Necklaceby Michael DoyleIn love since the beginningI can’t help but feel I’m winningIt’s so surreal in what I findA love like this is my state of mindIt’s all about thinking that I canYour love makes me … Continue reading

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Autarkeia

Autarkeiaby Michael DoyleIn these days of enhanced pushes for creativityWe slip and slide in our moral relativityGetting dazed and pushed by sex and violenceWe confuse this with mistaken social turbulenceYesterday’s logic is puzzled by the push and pullOf opinions and … Continue reading

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Love Is Never So Blind

Love Is Never So Blindby Michael DoyleA good conversation Might lead to devastationIf you don’t play it rightYou can lose love in one nightBoy, what are you trying to proveBy making every wrong moveIt’s not like you don’t knowWhat comes … Continue reading

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Shape Shifting Ideologies

Shape Shifting Ideologiesby Michael DoyleIn this age of putrid and flaccid philosophy We have turned our faith away from mankindSome feel AI is a better path than ideologiesIn which undefined concepts are a forced bindWe bid the surface farewell and … Continue reading

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Deceptive Truths From the Sanctuary

Deceptive Truth From the Sanctuaryby Michael DoyleMost see the warrior life as fighting and drinkingBut the truth of the odyssey is one of thinkingUlysses was protean and was not easily swayedInstead, his thinking was fluid and many-wayedThis is the way … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Kindness In Words Creates Confidence. Kindness In Thinking Creates Profoundness. Kindness In Giving Creates Love

“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” – Lao Tzu

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The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Stormby Michael DoyleTo find the eye of the passing storm in life’s wildernessIs to find quiet hope in the chaos approached in the stillnessWhere the arts find our attention despite all life’s distractionsThe place where somehow … Continue reading

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A Montage of Selective Outrage

A Selective Montage of Selective Outrageby Michael DoyleHave we finally got to the turn of the pageLiving life cut by cut of selective outrageIt seems so, or at least I have this hunchThat a few bad apples have spoiled the … Continue reading

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With A Kiss To the Heart

With A Kiss To the Heartby Michael DoyleWith a kiss to the heartMy love woke with a startThinking on the words saidAnd waking parts thought deadSpeaking ’til early mornMy soul became a smile wornUntil it reaches my faceFinding what it … Continue reading

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