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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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Thought For the Day: Once the Central Planners Are In Complete Control, You’re Just As Dead If They’re Accidentally Wrong As You Would Be If They Intended It

“The [World Economic Forum] want total power to address ‘crises.’ We must remember that throughout history, the worst crises faced by humanity — wars, famines, plagues, starvation, slavery, death on a widespread scale — were either caused by those in … Continue reading

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Elephants Mourn Their Dead (Happy the Elephant)

Elephants Mourn Their Dead (Happy the Elephant)by Michael DoyleNo freedom, no libertyNo right to fundamental dignityHappy the Elephant pays the costAnd the decision it seems is lostThere will be no sanctuaryPersonhood has been denied capacityRegardless of intelligence, elephants are thingsSubstantially … Continue reading

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You Cannot Hurt Me

You Cannot Hurt Meby Michael DoyleYou cannot hurt meIt’s beyond possibilityI am damaged goodsA babe lost in the woodsOf my own heart, my own mindLike innocence left far behindEvery day I wake up numbed by painAll of my good intentions, … Continue reading

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