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Fifty-Five Years Gone
Fifty-Five Years Goneby Michael DoyleFrom crayons to my sister’s perfume,I was lost deep inside the White Room.Things of death made me feel fear,And I needed another atmosphere.I lost myself on memory lane,Half convinced that life slips down the drain.Looking for … Continue reading
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Tagged 45s, AM Radio, Atmosphere, Autumn Leaves, Beginning, Call, Closed Door, Crawl, Crayon, Cry, Death, Different, Drain, DU, Experiment, Fall, Fear, Feeling Sound, Fifty-Five Years, Find, FM, Fortune, Gone, Hit, Inside, Kicks, Madman, Memory Lane, Music, Never-Ending, New Opportunity, Perfume, Player, Poetry and Poems, Read, Reverent, Shaman, Shout, Soul, Stage, Stereo Long Play, Twist, Unimpressed, Variant, Wasteland, Way Out, White Room, Wounded Prided
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Death Revealed Truths
Death Revealed Truthsby Michael DoyleWe don’t get more real than with death.The feeling of this stays until the last breath.If you’re not prepared to succumb and die,We need to focus on the how and the why.If you’re not ready for … Continue reading
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Tagged Bible, Breath, Christianity, Death, Die, Faith, Flame, Focus, God, Gulf, Jesus, Live, Poetry and Poems, Revelation, Shadow, Truth
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First Principles: After Desire Has Conceived, It Gives Birth To Sin; and Sin, When It Is Full-Grown, Gives Birth To Death
“After desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.” – James 1:15 NIV
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Tagged Birth, Conceive, Death, Desire, First Principles, Full-Grown, James 1:15 NIV, Sin
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I Want To Write A Praise Song
I Want To Write A Praise Songby Michael DoyleI know that the past is always present.It’s nothing to me that I will resent.The scars are a reminder of whereI fell down, and God was always there.I was struggling, unable to … Continue reading
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Tagged Bible, Catch My Breath, Christianity, Cross, Crucifixon, Death, Defeat, Faith, Feel, Feet, Fell Down, Forever, Glor, God, Good, Halleluhah, His Hand, His Kingdom, Hurt, Jesus, Limits, Lord Jesus, Loss, Lost, Majesty, Moment, Mystery, Offer Up, Past, Poetry and Poems, Praise Song, Praises, Present, Redemption, Reminder, Salvation, Scars, Song, Strong, Struggle, Times, Timid, Truth, Understood, Victory, Weak, Write
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Full of Moments
Full of Momentsby Michael DoyleLife is full of momentsOf “I can’t understand”.Maybe I don’t need toAs long as I’m holding your hand.There’s so muchThat I don’t know.From the mistakes that I’ve madeI’d guess it shows. I’ve made my peaceWith most … Continue reading
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Tagged Believe, Belssing, Death, Done, Full, Hide, Holding Your Hand, I Can't Understand, Inside, Knives Out, Know, Left, Mistakes, Moments, Momets, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Remember, Show, Standing, Strong, Victory, Walled Up, Wrong, Yesterday
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Over the Ending of Years
Over the Ending of Yearsby Michael DoyleSometimes as we travel over the lighter yearsWe find ourselves confronted by our dark fears.Things come along that change our soulsAnd agonize at how much we are out of control.It’d be something if we … Continue reading
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Tagged Agonize, Approach, Dark Fears, Death, Depth, Elephant, Ending, Future, Heaven, Holy Service, Last Breath, Length, Matter, Numbing, Pass, Poetry and Poems, Purpose, Recall, Soul, Tatter, Travel, Years
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The Riddle of the Sands
The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading
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Tagged Clever, Cold, Death, Dimension, Dreaming, Eyes, Fade, Fingers, Fire, Forever, Fragile Heart, Idenity, Jesus, Know, Last Breath, Laugh, Learn, Liquid Sky, Living, Mars, Memories, Mercury, Mind, Misery, Months, Night, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Pyschobabble, Reality, Realize, Red Alert, Riddle, Sands, Silence, Sleep, Sound, Spike, Spirit, Starlight, Surreal, Tears, Temple of Wonders, Thought, Trauma, Walk, Waves, Weep, World, Years, Yesterday
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Soul Rot
Soul Rotby Michael DoyleWhen your bad is so goodThat it’s become understoodAs being what you’re best at,It may be best to remember that.It’s not exactly forgot.You’re suffering from soul rot.Staring death in the face,And keeping it in its place.You keep … Continue reading
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