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A Song of Thanksgiving

A Song of Thanksgivingby Michael DoyleA song of thanksgivingSung to be braveIn need of forgivingI claw my way from my graveWith apprehensionI am reaching outBeyond comprehensionMy thoughts are filled with doubtStill, I danceIn your rain of kindnessTaking this chanceDespite my … Continue reading →

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Kalavale

Kalavaleby Michael Doyle In a Finnish woodWhere life is understoodTo be a magical thingThere were songs to singAnd laughter filled the airThe night washed away careAs we looked on the beautyThere amidst the trees A different music filled the airWith … Continue reading →

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … 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 Devil Tempts

The Devil Temptsby Michael DoyleThe Devil tempts an overplayed handSomething that even kings understandThere is merit in finding humiliationIt leads us to patience and tolerationEach a step toward our maturationAs we learn to live lives of moderationSomehow…between our grief and … Continue reading →

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A Dance of Fate

A Dance of Fateby Michael DoyleLife is more than merely fateIt is never really too lateTo realize that we have choicesLifted up in our true voicesIf only we might chooseNo longer allowing life to abuseExamining what we might refuseAnd refusing … 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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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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Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealed

Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealedby Michael DoyleArt imitates life as life imitates artMasquerading in the wantonness of the heartIt’s a fearful discovery of the monster withinThat while we don’t understand, causes us to sinActing in the the brazen … Continue reading →

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Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscopeby Michael DoyleIndia offers her vast diversitySimply put, a wealth of complexityFilled with peace within her kaleidoscopeAs harmonious coexistence offers hopeSlumdog lords are opulent in a historyOf a people struggling with povertyPluralistic in a free market democracyAs a metaphor lived … Continue reading →

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