Tag Archives: Doubt

For All the Dickens…

For All the Dickens…by Michael DoyleIt’s on all these places and pages of the pastThat we look back on the things that didn’t lastWhen we do it is a surety that we will findAll those chains that constantly come to … Continue reading

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The Naughty List

The Naughty Listby Michael DoyleWhen the truth’s told even in the best of timesA heart should beware of the easiest rhymesKeeping an eye out for the details of the DevilIs best because we know he’s never on the levelThere’s a … Continue reading

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Something About Respect

Something About Respectby Michael DoyleIt was a different lifeA different sceneLife was toughAnd the streets were meanLife was about respectAsking for the something better to be hadWas maybe a bit too much to expectBut the beauty seen could make him … Continue reading

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Half Remembered Lines

As If the Last Timeby Michael DoyleMy heart keeps being hauntedBy these half-remembered linesThe ones that are never wantedLike a kiss given as if the last timeHere’s looking at you, kidShe half smiles, keeping it hidThat heartbreak is only an … Continue reading

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Enough Pain To Go Around

Enough Pain To Go Aroundby Michael DoyleIf there’s one thingThat I’ve foundIt’s there’s enough painTo go aroundPages of sorrowTears of rageHolding on for tomorrowOn this world’s stageIt’s the state of artOf my darkened heartCalling out across the multiverseI’ve engineered it … Continue reading

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Standing Together

Standing Togetherby Michael DoyleIn the face of recent brutalityIt’s hard to remain in our humanityBut lean-in we must in accountabilityHere in the last days to our best abilityGod calls for us to be boldPutting aside timidity, since the days of … Continue reading

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Like Wanderers Seeking

Like Wanderers Seekingby Michael DoyleLike wanderers wandering a lovelier wayWe plant the seeds that bring the new daysWith a fullness of dreams filling our heartsWe loosely planned how the days would startBut kept the freedom breathing in and outNever steadfastly … Continue reading

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Politically Incorrect Revisited

Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading

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A Child Never Walks Alone

A Child Never Walks Aloneby Michael DoyleOur sins will seek us outPutting holes in hearts to fill with doubtsIf evil wasn’t real, there’d be no need for GodThat’s a paradox that burns us, however oddThere in the ashes of a … Continue reading

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Godly Thoughts

Godly Thoughtsby Michael DoyleGodly thoughts are so full of powerRicher than those we think are oursWhat we think about focuses controlThat gives direction to our soulsGarbage in becomes garbage outTo be confident or filled with doubtWhat we focus on becomes … Continue reading

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