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Your Mother’s Love Is Lying

Your Mother’s Love Is Lyingby Michael DoyleThere is so much assumed as basic factAnd from these, we choose how to reactAccuracy is important from our conceptionYou’d be surprised at the level of deceptionAs with these things lending toward ready detectionThere … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Hardest Single Part of Building A Software System Is Deciding Precisely What To Build

“The hardest single part of building a software system is deciding precisely what to build the most important function that software builders do for their clients is the iterative extraction and refinement of the product requirements. For the truth is, … Continue reading

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Sharp Edges

Sharp Edgesby Michael DoyleThe last eight years have been like a thrown gauntletBetween the sadness and anger, it’s been a punch in the gutThat serves best to divide this nation and world’s mindsIt is as if we’ve left our optimism … Continue reading

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X Marks the Spot

X Marks the Spotby Michael DoyleSo now, here it is, and seemsThat in a community of dreamsX has come to mark the spotWhere the globe connects the dotsOf conversations that we fieldWhere no one really yieldsBut mingles outbursts of conversationThat … Continue reading

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At the End of Life

At the End of Lifeby Michael DoyleAt the end of life’s pathAs a matter of the simplest mathA good man wishes he has ledHis children to right thoughts in their headsAt the end of life’s dreamsFilled with love bursting at … Continue reading

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Eudaimonia

Eudaimoniaby Michael DoyleAs a matter of virtue and philosophical inquiryAristotle unveiled many a treasured mysterySetting eudaimonia as the telos of human lifeTranslated toward peace and against strifeInvestigations into the dream of pure reasonTurning the colors of each passing seasonThe functionality … Continue reading

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Nihilistic Stumble Grumble

Nihilistic Stumble Grumbleby Michael DoyleLife in all its historiesIs filled with a million mysteriesThings that might have gone betterWritten and unwritten, letter by letterWe find ourselves filling up the holesTrying to bring comfort to our soulsStepping in an avalanche pulling … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #17: Your Turn To Peek

Na/GloPoWriMo #17: Your Turn To Peekby Michael DoyleA silver faceShrouded in thinnest veilShines of love’s embraceIn the greatest detailLines traces acrossScars whispering of lossYet, hopeful of fantasyLike star-crossed lunacyPlaying hide and seekUntil it’s your turn to peekThe day’s sun falls … Continue reading

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With You As My Dream

With You As My Dreamby Michael DoyleOnce upon a time, there was a dreamAnd she shared her dreams with meTold me I was her king if she was my queenSeemed about right, my walking fantasyLike a fairy tale told in … Continue reading

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I, Noelle

I, Noelleby Michael DoyleGrowing up there was nothing as pleasantAs waiting on Christmas Eve for presentsHe was like a lamb to metaphorical slaughterAs I snuck up on my Santa Claus fatherAs his daughter, there was much prideExcept for the part … Continue reading

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