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Messages Needed

Messages Neededby Michael DoyleThere is something unsaid gone unheededIn all the messages truly neededMessages to and from so many strangersWho are embroiled in all their angerWhat happened to peace, love, and understandingI know I’m no longer hip, and not to … Continue reading

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Happy Death Day!

Happy Death Day!by Michael DoyleSplitting hangover starts the dayAgain and again in instant replayYou’re certain you have been here beforeFrom what’s seen, you don’t need thinking any moreDespite appearances, you won’t feel better tomorrowYour two choices are either fear or … Continue reading

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There’s Been A Little Damage

There’s Been A Little Damageby Michael DoyleThere’s been a little damage to my eyesBut that’s the cost to all that I’ve seenAs with a brave heart ready for the sunriseThere have been so many places that I’ve beenThe experts say … Continue reading

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Surrendered To the Knife

Surrendered To the Knifeby Michael DoyleOnce you’ve surrendered to the knifeYour silent pleas won’t save your lifeThis, then, is the solemn price paidFor the best-laid plans never madeThis is what it is to be done with mankindTo take the bitter … Continue reading

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I’ll Meet You There

I’ll Meet You Thereby Michael DoyleSomewhere in hereIn the deep felt insideThere is cold fearThat has nowhere to hidePushed past mountains and woodsThe darkness comes as it shouldFighting against this is no goodThis is the truth that’s understoodWounded hearts always … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Perhaps the Earth Can Teach Us, As When Everything Seems Dead and Later Proves To Be Alive

“Perhaps the earth can teach us, as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.” – Pablo Neruda

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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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