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In the Favor of the Gods
In the Favor of the Godsby Michael DoyleThe gods favor thoseWho do not waitFor the favor of the godsAnd for those who have choseTo create their own fateRegardless of the oddsI laid thinking so loudlyThat I could not sleepWaiting for … Continue reading
Artistic Travesty
Artistic Travestyby Michael DoyleMouth breathers don’t truly understandThe logic, as it were, of supply and demandThat produces things of artistic travestyLike the weight of the world bringing me to my kneesThis is a complex world in its friendingAnd not often … Continue reading
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Tagged Artistic Traversty, Best of Us, Conspiracy, Cross, Descend, Dreams, Fatal Breakup, Fate, Find, Free Will, Friending, Happy Ending, Hopeless, Knees, Left Behind, Mouth Breathers, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Redundancy, Skills, Startled, Supply and Demand, Understnd, Weight of the World
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Blood Path of the Samurai
Blood Path of the Samuraiby Michael DoyleYou’re not just going to leaveA beheaded man on the ground?She asked in what I believeIs her shocked voice soundYou don’t see that everydayBut that, my dear, is the samurai’s waySmall men snuff out … Continue reading
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Tagged Assume, Beheaded, Blood, Correction, Decided, Derided, Doom, Faces, Fate, Hidden Places, Hour, Light, Path, Poetry and Poems, Powers, Promise, Prophesy, Reflection, Safe, Samurai, Secret, Snuff, Spill, Tale
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Evil Does Not Truly Sleep
Evil Does Not Truly Sleepby Michael DoyleEvil does not truly sleepIt merely waitsOut there in the darkness deepGone unseen, it seals our fateOnly in the blessed is there restIn the secrets where it’s confessedThat hearts must find their healingBringing truth … Continue reading
What It Takes To Be A New Yorker
What It Takes To Be A New Yorkerby Michael DoyleIt used to be that all it took was a remembranceOf what used to be and now is turned into encumbranceSummoning a piece of the city that used to existWhen what … Continue reading
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Tagged Amnesia, Asps, Battle, Cynicism, Dawn, Encumbrance, Epiphany, Exist, Fate, Final End Date, Grief, Heartbreak, Living Legacy, Memory, Mourning, New Yorker, New Yorkers, Pandemic, Persist, Poetry and Poems, Remembrance, Skyline, Street, Takes, Tomorrow, Twin Towers, Warning, Whispers
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On Being the G.O.A.T….
On Being the G.O.A.T….by Michael DoyleHow to be the greatest of all timeIs to go beyond that easy rhymeAnd move past our selfish natureGrowing in the Lord and becoming matureStanding in life judging one anotherDebating who is best among all … Continue reading
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Tagged Acknowledge, Agree, Being the G.O.A.T., Best, Best Attitude, Beyond, Breath, Cause of the Cross, Contest, Cruxifixion, Debate, Easy Rhyme, Example, Faith, Fate, Feet, Finally Understand, First, Flow, Follow, Forget Yourself, Full Humiliation, Greatest of All Time, Greet, Grow, Healing Moment, His Word, His Works, Honor and Duty, Jesus, Journey, Judge, Last, Last Supper, Latitude, Leanring, Lend, Lord, Loss, Love, Mature, Mustard Seed, Needed Hand, Nobility, Obedient to Death, Passover, Poetry and Poems, Self-Adulation, Selfish Nature, Servant Leadership, Service, Suffocation, The Latest, Torment, True Humility, Truth, Understanding, Victory, Wash, Willingness
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Caught In the Fracture of Distraction
Caught In the Fracture of Distractionby Michael DoyleThe present generation’s grab for screensIs like a plague sucking life and it demeansBy going to extremes to get enough attentionThe attention seekers lose right intentionThis constant indiscretion shapes our fateIf we do … Continue reading
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Tagged Attention, Attention Economy, Attention Wars, Bores, Caught, Control, Destroyer of Souls, Distraction, Embrace, Experience, Extremes, Fate, Fracture, Indiscretion, Insurgency, Intimate Currency, Lost In Place, Plague, Poetry and Poems, Present Generation, Right Intention, Screens, Social Media, Sucking Life, Too Late, Turn Back, Worthiness
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The Knife Slipped In
The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading
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Tagged Academic Elite, Arguments, Asian-American Achievement, Bereavement, Blame, Blind Eye, Bureaucratic Price, Citizens, Civil Society Understood, Colorless Technocrats, Conditions, Constantly Forgiving, Criminal, Daily Stresses of Living, Defend, Depend, Endless Cycle, Fate, Fault, Fiefdom, Government, Happenstance, Help, Human Freedom, Incomes and Career, Justification, Knife, Lawless Conensus, Marionettes, Mask, Mentality, Mother, Partisan, Pass, Passivity, Permanent Wards, Pessimism, Philosophical Decomposition, Poetry and Poems, Politicians, Reactivsm, Receptivity, Reduced to Subjets, Removed, Responsibility, Risk and Liberty, Role, Self-Confessed, Self-Interest, Self-Serving, Serfs, Simple Advice, Slipped, Speech and Freedom, Spooned Out Good, Surrender, Therapeutic Class, Towards, Underclass, Vapid Rationalization, Victim of Circumstance, Victimhood, View, Virtual Cuckoo's Nest, Virtue, Virtue Signaling, Welfare State, Will
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A Dance of Fate
A Dance of Fateby Michael DoyleLife is more than merely fateIt is never really too lateTo realize that we have choicesLifted up in our true voicesIf only we might chooseNo longer allowing life to abuseExamining what we might refuseAnd refusing … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, Blame, Blindness, Chance, Choices, Choose, Choosing, Churn, Circumstance, Collide, Confuse, Dance, Decisions, Depth, Destinies, Discern, Examine, Fate, Fault, Frame, Glance, Happenstance, Hard To Realize, Late, Life, Make, Mere, Ocean, Paths, Poetry and Poems, Possible, Refuse, Ride, Rush, Shoulder, Subtle, Take, The Past, Troubled, True Voices
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