Tag Archives: Feel

Due North

Due Northby Michael DoyleIn these daysWhen everything has gone frothyIn a million waysWe need those around to be worthyThat’s who my friend had always beenThe one I knew was good for the winEver since back in high schoolI knew her … Continue reading

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Silently Feeling

Silently Feelingby Michael Doyle In this world that shifts and shattersMiracles happen most when they don’t matterIt feels a bit like cosmic confusionBut it’s really just a humbling illusionAll these thoughts of constant intrusionCome in layers of complex conclusionsEven these … Continue reading

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Rumor Is…

Rumor Is…by Michael DoyleRumor is that happinessIs not a preconceived moment of blissBut a journey through the yearsTaken awhile with all of your peersWho feel as though they’ve lived theirs rightWhile yours has been a constant fightFaceless and somehow namelessThey … Continue reading

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If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Born Into This World

Born Into This Worldby Michael DoyleWe are born into this wounded worldIn which we see the need for improvementIt often feels as if we’re hurledBecoming ourselves is our greatest accomplishmentGrasping for the bits and pieces we can findThat which which … Continue reading

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A Jingle Bell Sort of Love

A Jingle Bell Sort of Loveby Michael DoyleThe city lights shine so brightBringing a little Christmas to my nightThere’s joy in how the sleigh bells ringAnd I love the happy way the children singStill, life happens as it doesThere’s no … Continue reading

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To Make A Man Invincible

To Make A Man Invincibleby Michael DoyleYou know that a moon full of madnessAnd a heart filled with sadnessAin’t never done any man no goodFrom that gun in your handIt seems you just might understandYour eyes say it is understoodRiding … Continue reading

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If Space and Time…

If Space and Time…by Michael DoyleIt’s only been a matter of a few passing yearsI’m alone on your birthday except for my tearsTalking to God again, I stare off into the nightYours was the sisterly love that was my guiding … Continue reading

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On Hunt For the Moments

On Hunt For the Momentsby Michael DoyleIn my life’s recent historyI have written tons of poetryIn happiness and in tormentI find myself on the hunt for momentsWith x-ray eyes for what is rightI approach the world in second sightFor the … Continue reading

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Looking Back On Quincy U

Looking Back on Quincy Uby Michael DoyleMentor and teacherTo rocker and preacherWith a deepness of eyesThat made it easy to realizeRather rock or jazzHis licks and hooks had pizzazzCreating hits like a grand slamQuincy’s life was the master jamMusic is … Continue reading

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