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Emptiness Revealed

Emptiness Revealedby Michael DoyleMomma says, “kneel and pray”The last words after a long dayLife finds its way, however unkindSometimes, I don’t know how I’ll findMy way to keep on standingThe forces that push me are demandingThat I be strong despite … Continue reading

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If Space and Time…

If Space and Time…by Michael DoyleIt’s only been a matter of a few passing yearsI’m alone on your birthday except for my tearsTalking to God again, I stare off into the nightYours was the sisterly love that was my guiding … 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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A Graduated Conflict of Morality

A Graduated Conflict of Moralityby Michael DoyleThe late 1960s were a time of generational conflictWith more moral questions than principles to inflictRestrictions on all the choices between the rightAnd wrong of what was needed to get through the nightTo some, … Continue reading

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Two Brothers Fight

Two Brothers Fightby Michael DoyleTwo brothers are engaged in a fightOver their father’s founding legacyEach side as if as lost within vanityAs the day that divides the ends of nightDown through the centuriesEach side believes itself the betterRepeating cycles of … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading

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What Used To Be

What Used To Beby Michael DoyleI remember when I showed my daughterWhat it was that used to once beShared like a loving fatherIn the twenty-second centuryWe dominated with technologyForgetting the natural carrying capacityAnd reframed the world in uglinessTo which her … Continue reading

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On the Wrong Side of the Tracks

On the Wrong Side of the Tracksby Michael DoyleJust south Of Desolation BoulevardOn the wrong side Of those rusted tracksIs a place we knowWhere the kids all goAnd the traffic’s slowWhere hearts beat forever Than the speed of lightOn the … Continue reading

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Steadfast Against the Culture

Steadfast Against the Cultureby Michael DoyleThere are two kinds of believersThose committed to the Bible and deceiversSome are guided by the Holy Spirit to aspireAnd then there are the carnally minded led by desireThere are two types of ways to … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Imagine One of the Reasons People Cling To Their Hates So Stubbornly Is Because They Sense, Once Hate Is Gone, They’ll Be Forced To Deal With Pain

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain” -James Baldwin, writer (2 Aug 1924-1987)

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