Tag Archives: Choice

A Question of Theology

A Question of Theologyby Michael DoyleIt’s an interesting tug-of-warOne in which we watch the scoreWhy didn’t the Archangel slay the Devil?Instead, God chose to keep things more levelThe question isn’t just one of simple theologyBut crucial in understanding God’s divinityGod’s … Continue reading

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A Purity of Feeling

A Purity of Feelingby Michael DoyleSailing along the sea Guided by a northern lightBecomes a willing collaborationTo reach our destinationSomewhere between the purityAnd the places of sheer beautyIs the presence utterly revealingConcealed inside the naked feelingProfound as it is somewhat … Continue reading

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Mickey Said To Minnie

Mickey Said To MinnieBy Michael Doyle When the world fades right out of viewIt’s the fate of how it is that I met you.It wasn’t like I was wishing on a starBut there it is, and there you are The … Continue reading

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Transition Versus Change

Transition Versus Changeby Michael DoyleThe Lord knows that it’s hard to growThe paths taken are hard to knowIn the midst of life’s transitionsIt takes a long time to make right decisionsThat change our lives as we needWhen we find our … Continue reading

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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading

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Voices Speak

Voices Speakby Michael DoyleVoices speak over one another requiring choiceWhere should we focus with more than one voiceIt’s wholly revolutionary moving past the situationWith disgruntled perspectives knowing absorptionThe simple man always wants to speak the truthBut so few have listened … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Name of American, Which Belongs To You, In Your National Capacity, Must Always Exalt the Just Pride of Patriotism

“Citizens by birth or choice of a common country, that country has a right to concentrate your affections. The name of American, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any … Continue reading

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Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friendby Michael DoyleIn the eternal sense of voiceThat I believed was a choiceA deviance disguised as free willIs but an illusion and was never realI made up my imaginary friendThat one on whom I could dependTelling myself faith was … Continue reading

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In the Tomes of Humanity

In the Tomes of Humanityby Michael DoyleAlgorithms of simplicityMakeup humanity’s complexityWith habits easy enough to understandAs the madness takes over as plannedMost waiver between love and prideSometimes this happens to coincideThen there are the exceptions irreducibleThat’s what’s become of the … Continue reading

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The Spiderhead of Practiced Madness

The Spiderhead of Practiced Madnessby Michael DoyleForced into our darkest compulsionsWe have no sense but to feel revulsionSlipped needle holds its riddle darklyThe truths revealed are shown starklyThe spider’s head feels so libertineUntil examined for what it really meansInjected in … Continue reading

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