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Mortality Awoken

Mortality Awokenby Michael DoyleThe questions of mortalityGo far beyond moralityWhen something makes you question why.Or how it is that we are born to die.Avoiding the phone calls that wait,As these questions come down to fate.Who are we to feel this … Continue reading

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Soul Rot

Soul Rotby Michael DoyleWhen your bad is so goodThat it’s become understoodAs being what you’re best at,It may be best to remember that.It’s not exactly forgot.You’re suffering from soul rot.Staring death in the face,And keeping it in its place.You keep … Continue reading

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First Principles: Stepping Up In Opposition

Stepping up in opposition to the gravitational suck of those who attempt to redefine what freedom and liberty mean:           A fundamental difference between the allegedly progressive and true classical liberal idealists, now called conservatives, is in how freedom and … Continue reading

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Bumping Up Against

Bumping Up Againstby Michael DoyleBumping up against the edgesToes reaching out over the ledgesThe quest is given up for the idealAs we learn to settle for the realThe higher grounds are out of boundsAs we seek to find further soundsThat … Continue reading

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Set Free

Set Freeby Michael DoyleLife has me trying to find myselfIt’s not like a book on the shelfBut it’s me who I learn how to readAs life comes at me as it makes me bleedTo live in faith brings graceIt’s known … Continue reading

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Silently Feeling

Silently Feelingby Michael Doyle In this world that shifts and shattersMiracles happen most when they don’t matterIt feels a bit like cosmic confusionBut it’s really just a humbling illusionAll these thoughts of constant intrusionCome in layers of complex conclusionsEven these … Continue reading

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Owed To America 2024

Owed To America 2024by Michael DoyleMy daughters ask me why is it you cryI think back on history and will not lieToo many brave souls have fought and diedFor us not to have mourned and criedThere was a time when … Continue reading

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Grief and Memory

Grief and Memoryby Michael DoyleAdmittedly, I have never really been oneTo follow the lives of those holding celebrityFor the most part, when it’s all said and doneI’ve had even less time for British royaltyBut the turn of news imparted quite … Continue reading

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Mountain of Consequence

Mountain of Consequenceby Michael DoyleThere are legends of lost treasureThat goes deep and beyond known measureThe locks that must be brokenAs the stories are told, quietly spokenMankind’s greed leads to deathAn old man mumbles under breathWhile the bringer of life … Continue reading

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Neon Eye Cage Conclusions

Neon Eye Cage Conclusionsby Michael DoyleIn the heart of the neon eye cage of the cityThe glitz is overdone and isn’t really prettyBut despite the walk-in of unsteady delusionsIt is a happenstance that brings certain conclusionsOne of these is the … Continue reading

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