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Lizzy Borden III: Seduced By Blood, It Begins

Lizzy Borden III: Seduced By Blood, It Beginsby Michael Doyle”Dandelion tea helps with the clotting,”Said the maid to Lizzy, pleasantly nodding.The phenomena of Victorian senaualityOvercomes the shame of banality.As it were in this ‘Little Death’,A death that leaves the maiden … Continue reading →

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The Pleasures of the Kill

The Pleasures of the Killby Michael DoyleTo be a vampire is to live a very long time.You can spend this time in venal pleasure or sublime.But either way, it is a counting of thousands of days,And this time is best … Continue reading →

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A Soldier Thinks On War and Peace

A Soldier Thinks On War and Peaceby Michael DoyleSantayana told a soldier’s life was true,When in a soliloquy written as if for you,He reminded us that only the dead have seen war end.The rest of us? We will fight on, … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: The Earth Does Not Belong To Man, Man Belongs To the Earth. All Things Are Connected Like the Blood That Unites Us All

“The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he … Continue reading →

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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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In the Shadows

In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading →

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Second Chance Poker

Second Chance Pokerby Michael DoyleYou don’t truly knowWhat it’s like to live hollowHaving nowhere to goLiving in a jail cell’s shadowClinging to who you used to beSilently hoping for your dignityFeeling like your honor is goneIs this life worth going … Continue reading →

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First Principles: Let the American Youth Never Forget, That They Possess A Noble Inheritance, Bought By the Toils, and Sufferings and Blood of Their Ancestors

“Let the American youth never forget, that they possess a noble inheritance, bought by the toils, and sufferings, and blood of their ancestors; and capacity, if wisely improved, and faithfully guarded, of transmitting to their latest posterity all the substantial … Continue reading →

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First Principles: We Have Salt In Our Blood, In Our Sweat, In Our Tears. We Are Tied To the Ocean.

“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in … Continue reading →

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On Bended Knee

On Bended Kneeby Michael DoyleOn bended knee, I see the memoryOf the day and the costI watched you let it beGiving it your dignityIt’s hard to add the costMaking it worseIs I know that bullet was mineIt had my nameBleeding … Continue reading →

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