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Moments In Joe Rogan’s Mind

Moments From Joe Rogan’s Mindby Michael DoyleLife is the near-death experienceIn which you always stay aliveThe truth of this is felt by preferenceEven when uncertain that you’ll surviveThe backhand data feels a little missingBut no matter how, it feels a … Continue reading

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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism

The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading

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Long Gone Phrases (Phases of Yesterday)

Long Gone Phrases (Phases of Yesterday)by Michael DoyleI’m not sure where this story should beginIt doesn’t matter – the color of your skinAnd what you care to believeMatters not as much as you don’t deceiveThere are jokes enough to not … Continue reading

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Reality Bytes On An Earlier Hillbilly Sandwich

Reality Bytes On An Earlier Hillbilly Sandwichby Michael DoyleCounterculture shined through the city’s veilGiving a glimpse of Eden through the fires of HellHarsh in its repressive bits of curdled adviceDreamers managed to paint their fleeting paradiseThe torches of an artistic … Continue reading

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Written In Blood and Sin

Written In Blood and Sinby Michael DoyleIn the ship’s dark hull are whispered liesAs slaves and pirates stumble on alibisBroken before the mast and the evil of eyesThe tales told don’t matter in a sea of liesThese are believed in … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everybody Needs His Memories. They Keep the Wolf of Insignificance From the Door

“Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.” – Saul Bellow, writer, Nobel laureate (10 Jun 1915-2005)

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I Surrender

I Surrenderby Michael DoyleFaith comes from hearingAnd learning to loveIt’s not from fearingBut following heaven aboveHolding the doors open wideWe know God always stands besideHis followers, as we lift our hands in praiseThis is the faith flowing from our daysIt’s … Continue reading

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The Something Better

The Something Betterby Michael DoyleWe all need our person we can go toIt’s the heart and soul of me and youSomeone to fit in with who we areThe seventh string on a six-string guitarWe share ourselves molded like clayTo find … Continue reading

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Time and Illusion

Time and Illusionby Michael DoyleWalking through life’s many milesI count my wins by my smilesSome might think I’ve been abusedBut mostly, I stand amusedAll the countless false chargesDesigned by enemies to somehow enlargeThe bad things I’ve sometimes doneIn the end, … Continue reading

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Witches Brew

Witches Brewby Michael DoyleIn the shroud of fog, we find the doorAnd knock on it, hoping yet to exploreHidden secrets are lost behind smoky eyesBut it’s the kind of secret that is hard to disguiseWhat sort of secrets would it … Continue reading

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