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Like Souls Rising From the Dead

Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Shut My Eyes and All the World Drops Dead; I Lift My Lids and All Is Born Again

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.” – Sylvia Plath, poet (27 Oct 1932-1963)

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The Devils We Wish We Didn’t Know

The Devils We Wish We Didn’t Knowby Michael DoyleThe NCAAWas, and is, the DevilWe knew enough to knowA scam for payNever on the levelIt was for extra coinsNot for any college bowlGraveyard memoriesDedicated to familiesThat gave their allIn the name … 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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First Principles: Three Can Keep A Secret, If Two of Them Are Dead

“Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” – Benjamin Franklin

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The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Stormby Michael DoyleTo find the eye of the passing storm in life’s wildernessIs to find quiet hope in the chaos approached in the stillnessWhere the arts find our attention despite all life’s distractionsThe place where somehow … Continue reading

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The True Test

The True Testby Michael DoyleThere’s a tear that comesWhen your soul diesAs you watch your loveSlip from life, and you cryWe had edged to eternityStanding there forehead to foreheadNow nothing will return her to meUntil I, too, am deadI promised … Continue reading

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Anger Blocks the Way

Anger Blocks the Wayby Michael DoyleAnger Seals away Steals away Keeps away Love Until the day We learn to say That which must be said Hope will be dead With disappointmentDanger Rules our decisions Without precision With the derision Keeping … Continue reading

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A Smile of Death

A Smile of Deathby Michael DoyleThe morning comes with a “how have you been”That comes a bit too brightly in world gone dimA smile unwelcomed can being its sense of dreadWith the ominous thought that we’ll all soon be deadThe … Continue reading

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Bitter Truth Empty

Bitter Truth Emptyby Michael DoyleI come from the tribe of the dead soulSpirits lifted in the game of rock-n-rollThere is living yet to be doneIn the name of the father and the sonAnd yet, in the mirrored reflectionA sprawl spins … Continue reading

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