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Tag Archives: Death
In the Shadows
In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, Angst, Audience, Awe, Beginning, Big Bang, Blood, Book of Satan, Charmingly Perverse, Children of the Night, Claw, Complexity, Creation and Destruction, Damnation, Darkness, Death, Desires, Diabolical Forces, Eternal Punishment, Face of Horror, Fear, Gasp, Good and Evil, Halloween, Image, Imagination, Immorality, Intensity, Joined, Leaves, Life's Illusion, Mankind, Mephisto, Metropolis, Mirrored Twin, Modern Miracle, Need, Night, Persevere, Plays For Laughs, Poetry and Poems, Power of Light, Protection, Proximity, Read, Rise, Rotting Glory, Salvation, Shadow, Shadows, Spirit of Darkness, Story, Substance, Talisman, Tears, The Crucifix, Together, Tread, Universe
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Danza Pieta
Danza Pieta by Michael DoyleNoisome crypts jangle the bones of innocenceWhere evil lingers knowing no pretenseOrgan music begins to play in its tonal rangeSomething wicked and something strangeParanoia, whispered fears, and shades of doubtEcho like unfriendly notes raised into a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Black Death, Bones, Cause, Crypt, Danza Pieta, Death, Echo, Evil, Fragility, Imagery, Innocence, Insensibility, Memento Mori, Momento Mori, Organ Music, Paramoia, Philosophy, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Sacred, Sensuality, Stoicism, Terror, Tonal Range, Unfriendly Notes, Vain, Wicked
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In All My Living Days
In All My Living Daysby Michael DoyleIn all my living daysI will lift my voice in praiseI’m overjoyed by what I’ve foundHappily blessed, chasing it aroundAll because He roseAs every wiseman knowsHe took our sins from usAnd we know this … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, Baptized, Blessed, Catch My Breath, Chasing It Around, Connection, Conversion, Death, Devotion, Found, Grave, He Rose, Immersion, Know, Lifting My Head Up, Living Days, Love, Melody, Overjoyed, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Purpose, Reason, Relationship, Renewed, Save, Share, Sin, Voice, Wiseman, Worship, Write
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Virtue and Disobedience
Virtue and Disobedienceby Michael DoylePainting away your dayAs old records playEach portrait painted with feelingIs nothing less than soul-revealingThat is to say about the painters’ waysNot of the sitter, despite honoring his daysSpending time on crafting the right impressionThis is … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Art, Artist's Confession, Confident, Control, Dangerous, Deal, Death, Depravity, Disobedience, Drink Away, Duress, Equally Unafraid, Evil, Explanation, Feeling, Genuis, Great Ideas, Heart, History, Holidy, Immoral, Indignity, Innocent, Knife Blade, Lips, Madman, Mask, Mystery, Old Records, Pain, Paint, Painter, Pawns, Phantom Lover, Plain, Poetry and Poems, Polish, Portrait, Possibility, Rationalization, Regrets, Rewrite History, Right Impression, Saint, See, Sitter, Skill Set, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Strangeness of Life, Survivors, Truth, Virtue, Wolves, Wonder
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First Principles: He Will Wipe Away Every Tear From Their Eyes, and Death Shall Be No More, Neither Shall There Be Mourning, Nor Crying, Nor Pain Anymore, For the Former Things Have Passed Away
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Cry, Death, Eyes, First Principles, Former Things, Mourning, No More, Pain, Passed Away, Revelation 21:4, Tear, Wipe Away
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Doomscrolling the Past Time Lore
Doomscrolling the Past Time Loreby Michael DoyleIt’s a twisted blade to the knife That makes a struggle for our lifeInto a battle to hold off deathUntil the very last draw of breathSo much deception when truth becomes liesWhile we look … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Accept, Battle, Belief, Bite, Breath, Cost, Cure, Death, Death by Death, Deception, Dignity, Doomscrolling, Drag, Dreams, Endure, Eyes, Faint-Hearted, Families of Choice, Government Laboratory, Halloween, Holding On, Hope, Humanity, Isolated, Knife, Legends Bred, Lies, Life, Lived Through, Lost, Love, Mude, New Mythology, Past Time Lore, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Relief, Scratch, Struggle, Survivors, Tears, Thirst For Blood, Tribe, Truth, Unproven Authority, Walls of Defense, Whispered Story, Zombie Virius
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