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Wishes of Gray (Thoughts On My Birthday)

Wishes of Gray (Thoughts On My Birthday)by Michael DoyleIn all of my wishes of grayToday is just another dayI’m another year olderBut no less the bolderCreated in my confessionIs my long ago connectionThat I’ll never be older than I feelWith … Continue reading

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In Reverence For Life

In Reverence For Lifeby Michael DoyleFrom out of his humble life and thoughtA reverence for all life was truly soughtDoing his duty to a higher authoritySeeking the best for all of sacred humanityThe human spirit displayed at its bestWhen it … Continue reading

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Darkness Shapes the Hearts

Darkness Shapes the Heartsby Michael DoylePutin sits as another dictator in a lineCertain his autocratic rule is blessed as divineThis has been the slavery of Russia’s serfdomWith brutality reigning supreme in this kingdomFor five thousand years, we’ve known epilepsy As … Continue reading

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From the Perspective of the Rus

From the Perspective of the Rusby Michael DoyleStanding on the shoulders of wisdomBy each step we build separate kingdomsThe Brothers Karamazov built on a grain of wheatThat life comes from death and death is not defeatAll the suffering that we … Continue reading

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Knowing of the Why

Knowing of the Whyby Michael DoyleI believe I know the whyOf why a weeping willow criesWhen there was no time for goodbyeAnd that’s the case for each of us who diesEven in the best case of stabilityThere lies the uncanny … Continue reading

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Christ Meets the Grecian World

Christ Meets the Grecian Worldby Michael DoyleThere are things that we’ve learned along the waySuch as that, evil will never truly win the dayAnd that while the devil deals in duplicity A truly good person will always withstand adversityIn the … Continue reading

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First Principles: ‘Tis the Business of Little Minds To Shrink; But He Whose Heart Is Firm and Whose Conscience Approves His Conduct Will Pursue His Principles Unto Death

“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, … Continue reading

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Not Even Death

Not Even Deathby Michael DoyleIf only the hand of loveCould ensnare the moonAnd if belief in the stars aboveBrought faith to the near and soonThere would be nothing to being handledNo complications to become rattledJust the courage needed to be … Continue reading

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The Chi Within All

The Chi Within Allby Michael DoyleIt matters not, woman or manEach is to yield chi as they canIt is not for a father to sayWhich is who and what’s the wayThere in the essence of controlWhere one’s power finds one’s … 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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