Tag Archives: Conceal

All the Broken Pieces

All the Broken Piecesby Michael DoyleWhen our sanity has turned to treason,We make up every kind of reason.It seems like our life is by misconception,When we fall for our own self-deceptions.It’s next to tragic applied to our family,In the conflicts … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Men Use Thought Only As Authority For Their Injustice, and Employ Speech Only To Conceal Their Thoughts

“Men use thought only as authority for their injustice, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.” – Voltaire

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Shifting Through the Ashes

Shifting Through the Ashesby Michael DoyleStanding here talking close togetherYou say it’s for worse or for betterShifting through the ashes of an argumentCan you tell me, baby, where the money’s spent?You laugh and concede it as a steady needWaiting for … Continue reading

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Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)

Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)by Michael DoyleThose with blinded eyes only know darknessAnd yet stand firm from life’s harshnessThe pain that finds its awkward wayAttempting to conceal the hope of a new dayEven still, there is an … Continue reading

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In Plain View (Minding Business)

In Plain View (Minding Business)by Michael DoyleIn our efforts and in our spacesWe work hard to separate our tracesMinding our business in all we doThe relevance comes openly into viewThe Bible opens with God’s creationIn page after page of fascinationNothing … Continue reading

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In Healing Hymn

In Healing Hymnby Michael DoyleTo be human is to fantasizeMore than can be seen with naked eyesWorried about what ghouls might beAfter death’s last-breath tragedyWe keep our eyes on what is nextAnd all the riddles that do connectCaught in our … Continue reading

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Step Inside A Haunted Mansion

Step Inside A Haunted Mansionby Michael DoyleWhat if death was not the endingBut instead, just a new beginning?What if the paranormal was realAnd not just something that we feel?Skepticism has its own kind of turningIn all walks of life, we … Continue reading

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Something Bleeding This Way Comes

Something Bleeding This Way Comesby Michael DoyleWord slithered along the corporate groundWhere all is ancient, and nothing new is foundSecrets told through half-truths revealedRemind us all of the things better off concealedPregnant pauses signal latent twists in positioningAs corporate successions … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It Is Not Enough Not To Lie. One Should Strive Not To Lie In A Negative Sense By Remaining Silent

“The epitaph that I would write for history would say: I conceal nothing. It is not enough not to lie. One should strive not to lie in a negative sense by remaining silent.” – Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (9 … Continue reading

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Slightly Out of Tune

Softly Out of Tuneby Michael DoyleThe piano plays slightly out of tuneThe preacher is drunk, crazy as a loonA voice whispers hello old friendThe bemused look hints at the endLife is one continuing negotiationIt seems a program of collaborationIt is … Continue reading

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