Tag Archives: Confess

Rough Edges

Rough Edgesby Michael DoyleSometimes it seemsI’ve lost all my dreamsAt the rough edgesAnd window ledgesAre all I’m hanging ontoIt’s been so long since I’ve held youStuck working the night shiftIn a world full of griftThe system works its cutAgainst the … Continue reading

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Dark Matters

Dark Mattersby Michael DoyleYou were my bright tomorrowNow all I have is my sorrowAnd I’ve only myself to blamePlease don’t look at me in my shameFeelings bubbled up in troubleI opened my mouth, now its doubleI can barely see through … Continue reading

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Called To Freedom

Called To Freedomby Michael DoyleStanding firm on Sunday morningLiving life as if a warningDoing it as I can to my very bestFasting and testifying as I confessIt grew toward a borderline resentmentUntil I discovered what brought contentmentCalled to freedom to … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Pray, Verb. To Ask the Laws of the Universe To Be Annulled On Behalf of A Single Petitioner Confessedly Unworthy

“Pray, verb. To ask the laws of the universe to be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.” -Ambrose Bierce, writer (24 Jun 1842-1914)

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Thought For the Day: Everyone Confesses That Exertion Which Brings Out All the Powers of Body and Mind Is the Best Thing For US

“Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much … 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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A Little Time To Kill

A Little Time To Killby Michael DoyleShe had a little time to killAmong other thingsHe had a need for a big game thrillAnd to find out what tomorrow bringsWith a single shot, she found whatShe was looking for and it … Continue reading

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Lessons From Tristan and Isolde

Lessons From Tristan and Isoldeby Michael DoyleLove has been the subject of great mysteryThroughout all of mankind’s fabled historySometimes life’s lessons have become legendaryFrom Shakespeare to the Athenian tragedyIt’s true what a thing it is, this fine messThat mortals confess … Continue reading

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A Tale of Two Kings

A Tale of Two Kingsby Michael DoyleWatching as our days unfoldInto the stories yet untoldLife is a gift for us to liveIn taking less than we have to giveLet’s not let the Grinch steal ChristmasNo snarling sneer will stop this … Continue reading

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There You Are, It’s Spoken

There You Are, It’s Spokenby Michael DoyleOh, it’s a messy messIf only the truthYou would confessA shake of a handUsed to be the bondSincerity, we could understandBut when you pretendSnaking aroundAs if it’s something you can defendWhy you stalk and … Continue reading

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