Tag Archives: Brigands

Under A Caribbean Moon

Under A Caribbean Moonby Michael DoylePirates pursue without pauseEvery sort that passes for lost causeTheir future holds an appointmentWith the vagrancies of disappointmentChasing their run by constellationThey follow a black flag with consternationEach pirate dreaming of making his scoreAnd to … Continue reading

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Jeering At the Past

Jeering At the Pastby Michael DoyleToo often, society burns with fireForgetting virtue for forms of desireProgression is found in cinders burningAll of the lessons, we keep relearningBrigands scoff at things of the pastLaughing at those things that didn’t lastAnd believing … Continue reading

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