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Among the First Casualties

Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … Continue reading

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On the Third Day

On the Third Dayby Michael DoyleThe Holy Spirit brings us powerBut we bring tenderness to this hourEaster then is the pinnacle of gloryAs we tell the tale of the resurrection storyGod is the business of setting things rightHe paid for … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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While They Break Our Hearts

While They Break Our Heartsby Michael DoyleLife is full of imprecisionsToo many mistakesAnd too many bad decisionsRomances gone wrongNever knowing where one belongsJust another round of heartbreak songsStaying up late to catch a breakSome things can’t be fakeWhile they break … Continue reading

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The Sphinx of Legacy

The Sphinx of Legacyby Michael DoyleIn the mystery of the sphinxIs the ancient mystery that linksTo secret rooms of love and wisdomIt brings release like keys to the kingdomSome are kept prisoner by this lureWhile others believe this is the … Continue reading

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First Principles: We Have But A Slender Hold of Our Virtues; They Ought, Therefore, To Be Cherished With Care, and Practiced With Diligence

“We have but a slender hold of our virtues; they ought, therefore, to be cherished with care, and practised with diligence.” – Fisher Ames

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Thought For the Day: Concentrate All Your Thoughts Upon the Work At Hand. The Sun’s Rays Do Not Burn Until Brought To A Focus.

“Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus.” – Alexander Graham Bell, inventor (3 Mar 1847-1922)

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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Back In ’81

Back In ’81by Michael DoyleDo you rememberBack in ’81It had all been doneLighting our bootsWith low grade gasolineTo ignite the sparkAnd let it burnThe show is the showWith jagged rhythmsAnd the leads that flowWe didn’t knowDidn’t knowGot to let it … Continue reading

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