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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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Hard In the Stumble
Hard In the Stumbleby Michael DoyleIt seems we are all morally inarticulate.It was nothing that I thought to anticipate.I’m holding on to constellations that won’t speak,No matter how much stardust begins to leak.American depression has become today’s obsession.Drugs, alcohol, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Age of Cospiracy, Alcohol, American Depression, Anticipate, Circling Back, Constellations, Drugs, Frustration, Grumble, Hard, Health, Leak, Life, Marlon Brando, mental-health, Mind, Morally Inarticulate, Numbing Down, Obsession, Picasso, Poetry and Poems, Polarization, Relationships, Speak, Statdust, Stumble, Sucession, Suicide, Trauma, Writing
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Saying Nothing In Times of Troubles
Saying Nothing In Times of Troublesby Michael DoyleThe only certainty is it doublesTo be silent in times of troublesAt least, Irish history revealsHow false belief in God stealsThe soul of a broken nationThat is riveting in its salvationThat never quite … Continue reading
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Tagged Anxiety, Atrocity, Blind World, Blood, Broken Nation, Certainty, Chance, Circumstance, Collective Ideoloy, Complexity, Confession, Confident, Conflict, Confusion, Culture's Obsession, Curse, Discern, Disillusion, Divided Nation, Doubles, End, Eye For Eye, Feeling, Fight, Friends, God, Healing, Heroes, History, Holy Ghost, Individual Responsibility, Irish History, Lack of Forgiveness, Lean, Lessons, Lie, Living Novel, Mankind, Misdeed, Moral Conflict, Mud, Mystery, Numb, Passion, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Procession, Pure Drama, Salvation, Say Nothing, Scenes, Silent, Simplicity, Soul, Times of Troubles, Transcend, Trauma, Travesty, Truth, Villains, Why, Wrong, Wrong Convictions
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Lost Plot
Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading
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Tagged Alive, Architecture, Around, Atonal, Audience, Bursting Seams, Children, Cohesive Whole, Consideration, Cry, Debussy, Declarative, Drama, Dreams, Dreamscape Logic, Embrace, Ethereal, Everywhere, Fail, Fantasy, Forgot, Found, Freud, Future, Hallucination, Harmony, Hold Onto, Hope, Horror, Humanity, Impression, Laughter, Look, Look Around, Lost, Melody, Murderous, Narrative, Neglect, Nose Dive, Passing Days, Play, Plot, Poetry and Poems, Psyche, Quietly Spoken, Retrospect, Rhapsody, Share, Society, Soul, Structure, Summation, Surface, Surrealism, Swim, The Present, Thunder, Trauma, True, Vision, Watch, Weird, Wordless
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Thought For the Day: We Cannot Seem To Escape the Desire To Feel Productive With Our Time. I’m Not Sure If That’s By Choice or Trauma
“We cannot seem to escape the desire to feel productive with our time. I’m Not Sure If That’s By Choice or Trauma.” – Jonny Sun
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Tagged Choice, Desire, Escape, Feel, Jonny Sun, Productive, Seem, Thought For the Day, Time, Trauma
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Friends of Mine Like Poetry
Friends of Mine Like Poetryby Michael DoyleFriends of mine like a little poetryMixed in with their misguided militancy,There is something to the spin reelingWho needs the facts when there are feelingsIt’s a little less about working things outAnd more about … Continue reading
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Tagged Atrocities, Check the Facts, Christian Arabs, Death, Death Tolls, Drinking, Facts, Feelings, Foreign Public, Friends of Mine, HastagLines, Human Shields, Islamists, Known, Militant Actions, Misguided Militancy, Multiple Layers, Muslim Acts, No Tomorrow, Palestine, Palestinian Deaths, Poetry and Poems, Shown, Sober Thinking, Sorrow, Spew, Spin, Spoon-Fed, Suffering, Surprise, Trauma, Untrue Truths, Watercooler Topic, Working Things Out
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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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Not Me, But God
Not Me, But Godby Michael DoylePaul, the murderer, brought salvationFinding perfection in the worst situationToday in the world’s secularizationWe can still find faith in our dedicationThe traumas that come and goCan be disruptive to our best flowGod somehow finds His … Continue reading
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Tagged Church, Dedication, Flow, God, Heal, Heartbreak, Me, Mistake, Murderer, Paul, Perfection, Poetry and Poems, Salvation, Situation, Trauma
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