Tag Archives: Too Far

A Push Too Far

A Push Too Farby Michael DoyleA push too farAnd it’s going to leave a scarWhat a move to makeYou didn’t even fakeYou just stole my moneyI suppose you think it’s funnyI know that I honestly doCause I would have given … Continue reading

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Practiced Denial

Practiced Denialby Michael DoyleWe laugh, we smileWe practice our denialTrying hard to hideFeelings we can’t confideThere are words unspokenLike sharp sticks pokingLeaving wounds that will scarIt all went a bit too farPainted like a clownIt always got me downLike a … Continue reading

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Remembering When Kindness Was In Fashion

Remembering When Kindness Was in Fashionby Michael DoyleWe live in a time of self-limited imaginationWhere people cannot dream of outside creationBut mysteriously believe in writing only experienceSuch as found in personal and depraved dalliancesRather than dreaming of the bigger conceptionsToo … Continue reading

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How Far Is Too Far

How Far Is Too Farby Michael DoyleHow far is too farYou need to take itAll the wayFollowing that starYou cannot fake itEven for a dayNo longer givingThe wages of lip serviceBut giving everythingLife in its forgivingIs to live a life … Continue reading

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Thought for the Day: Let’s Make A Weeping Child Laugh

“The mosque is too far from home, so let’s do this / Let’s make a weeping child laugh.” -Nida Fazli, poet (12 Oct 1938-2016)

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Tilting Mental Windmills

On bad days, I awake wondering if maybe Don Quixote wasn’t on to something in his belief of pursuing impossible dreams.  Other days, I dare to dream these. Tilting Mental Windmills by Michael Romani Captured frames from your window Map … Continue reading

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