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Between the Uncomfortable Truths

Posted on July 29, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Ahead of Her Time, Another Day, Approximation, Artistry, Attempt, Bardo, Bardo of Experienced True Reality, Between, Between Death and Rebirth, Bi-Polar Disorder, Bled, Bound, Brought Down Slow, Caged, Candle, Child, Circumspection, Clear Light, Come, Compassion and Wisdom, Concealed, Connection, Controversy, Conversations, Corridor, Cosmic Liberation, Cross, Culpable, Death, Death Closes In, Defiled, Deities, Devastation, Different Orders, Difficult To Say, Dimensions, Drawn Back, Duality, Earth, Edges, Entirely Undone, Express, Extinction of Illussion, Fateful Day, Fearlessness, Fine Romance, Fleeting Mometns, Forgot, God's Kingdom, Guide, Honest, Honesty, Increments, Karmic Hazard, Last Breath, Liberation, Life, Lived Undead, Lose, Losses, Love Transcended, Maya's Veils, Morality, Multiple Forms, Mystical Union, Nothing Compared, One's Breath, Open, Paid, Parent, Peace, Peaceful, Place of Healing, Poetry and Poems, Post-Conventional, Prior, Properly Alive, Properly Dead, Realities, Reality, Reflections, Regained, Regret, Rememberings, Remorse, Restratined, Said It Best, Sinead O'Connor, Slide, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Soulmate, Spiritual Borders, Spiritually Capable, Starry Firmament, Stone, Success, Surprising, Suspended, Tomorrow, Truly Hearing, Truths, Tweet, Twilight Language, Uncertain Circumstance, Uncomfortable, Understanding, Unholy Feeling, Up-Ended, Voice, Walk, Walk the Line, Wisdom, Words, Words of Love, World's Loss, World's Soul, Wrathful, Yab-Yum | Leave a comment

A Montage of Selective Outrage

Posted on March 25, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

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 →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged "Victim", Addiction, Affordable, Attention, Bad Apples, Bunch, Businesses, Class, Comedians, Corporate Social Screed, Crass, Cross-Cultural, Cut By Cut, Deception, Distracting, Doom, Drama, Emergency Room, Excellence, Face, False, Fatal, Feeling, Feigned Attention, Glory, Hate, Hate-Filled, Hit Parade, Hunch, Infamous, Ism, King, Lazy Thighs, Lies, Likes, Love, Lowest Common Denominator, Meant, Misappropiation, Modern World, Montage, Need, Offend, Overflow, Paper Cuts, Poetry and Poems, Poor, Pretend, Proficiency, Profit, Rap, Reaction, Roost, Rule, Safe Space, Satisfaction, Scare, School, Selective Outrage, Show, Slave, Social Media Trolls, Speak Truth, Spell Out, Stance, Story, Thinking, Thoughts, Too Late, Trauma, Triggered, Truant, Turn of the Page, Tweet, Vapid Clones, Victim, Woke Wash, Wolf Traps, Yoga Pants | Leave a comment

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