Tag Archives: Dark

Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark

Don’t Play With Fire In the Darkby Michael Doyle The edge of the cliff beckons meWhispering my name dangerouslyIs it taunting the edgeOf a lonely soul on the ledge A reasoned soul knows its contextWhen all the dots fail to … Continue reading

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First Principles: There Is Nothing Concealed That Will Not Be Disclosed, Or Hidden That Will Not Be Made Known

“There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Intellect of Man Is Forced To Choose, Perfection of the Life, Or of the Work

“The intellect of man is forced to choose / Perfection of the life, or of the work, / And if it take the second must refuse / A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.” -William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel laureate … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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The Harder They Fall

The Harder They Fallby Michael DoyleThe harder they fallEither side of the lawIt’s the repeat and callIn the nature of it allSins of the fathers growIn a deeper shade of shadowDarker than the blackest blackIt’s righteousness they lackTwo sides of … Continue reading

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Halloween: Daughters of Salem

Daughters of Salemby Michael DoyleIn the misted realm of nightmaresBeyond the screens of our daily careThe daughters of Salem tossIn their graveyards of the crooked crossHidden tears masked by blood stainsThat cannot wash away with the cold rainsIs the fear … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading

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Arcade Mania

Arcade Maniaby Michael DoyleRemembering back to the 80s whenI couldn’t wait to put another quarter inA video star in the dark arcadeWas a revolution ready madeMy spaces were invaded rows at a timeWhen I wasn’t watching ectoplasmic slimeAtari-ized as we … Continue reading

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The Tales Told

The Tales Toldby Michael DoyleThe seventh son of the seventh sonKnows he has no choice but to be the oneWho in accord with ancient prophecyMust rise above to embrace his legacyThe tales told are things quite legendaryPressing him to greatness … Continue reading

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Bloated Ramble

Another sort of look at how monsters are just good challenged and not evil… 😉 Bloated Rambleby Michael DoyleHumans fear the hours of the nightAll the darkness and absence of lightAnd all of the sounds that bring human frightSimply because … Continue reading

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