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Thought For the Day: Every Man Is An End In Himself, Not A Means To the Ends of Others, Not A Sacrificial Animal Serving Anyone’s Need

“The moral justification of capitalism is man’s right to exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself; it is the recognition that man — every man — is an end in himself, not … Continue reading →

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Holistic Commitment

Holistic Commitmentby Michael DoyleThere is no real culture of lifeWithout the culture of married familyHere in this world filled with strifeThis is not just an empty homilyBut a call for holistic commitmentTo which there should be no resentmentBut a desire … Continue reading →

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The Slow Crawl

The Slow Crawlby Michael DoylePushing past the slow crawl of another dayEdged to darkness and I begin to prayTo a god that I feel unsure ofBut who has a sense of humor disguised as loveDeath is a way out of … Continue reading →

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Slightly Out of Tune

Softly Out of Tuneby Michael DoyleThe piano plays slightly out of tuneThe preacher is drunk, crazy as a loonA voice whispers hello old friendThe bemused look hints at the endLife is one continuing negotiationIt seems a program of collaborationIt is … Continue reading →

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Take the Dice and Roll

Take the Dice and Rollby Michael DoyleEvery choice that we makeCould be the wrong oneMake it anyhow!The best shot we takeCould miss the targetTake it anyhow!Wrong or rightIf you couldn’t live with youIf you didn’t do as you mightDo what … Continue reading →

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The End of Everything

The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading →

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Planting Churches

Planting Churchesby Michael DoyleAs we look around on these troubled daysWe’re living through chaosIn a million different waysWe’re wishing for the innocenceWe once knew in times beforeWhen godly people lived as in in His presenceNow it seems life moves in … Continue reading →

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Into Something More

Into Something Moreby Michael DoyleStrive and fight for a better lifeFinding believed in utopia was naughtBut disappointment with hints of strifeIdeals purchased with bloodied tears soughtOnly to find these too lacking in the endAnd while life goes on, we cannot … Continue reading →

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First Principles: If the Provisions of the Constitution Can Be Set Aside By An Act of Congress, Where Is the Course of Usurpation To End?

“If the provisions of the Constitution can be set aside by an Act of Congress, where is the course of usurpation to end? The present assault upon capital is but the beginning. It will be but the stepping-stone to others, … Continue reading →

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seams

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seamsby Michael DoyleThere on that snow fallen black of nightIn an alley filled with guilt’s blightDorian fears the tell of tongue wagged taleThat pursues him to the gates of HellThere are dreadful things … Continue reading →

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