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Lies For Truth

Lies For Truthby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot of people mistakingThe Devil’s lies for the truthIt’s an easy road to heartbreakEspecially, in our bolder youthChasing at golden bits of hilarityWith blinders on as we strain to seeSeeking after just a little … Continue reading

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Empty Jar

Empty Jarby Michael DoyleIt’s an empty jar that we fillGiven the many choices of our free willIt’s best to live with full intentionLooking back, we’ll see what’s had our attentionThis jar of ours, might just shatterIf we fill it with … Continue reading

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As I Lay My Head Down

As I Lay My Head Downby Michael DoyleWrapped up in the depths of your soulAs we talk along our evening’s strollI see my heroes inside your heartEasily seeing what sets you apartYour words as you touch me deepWhisper you are … Continue reading

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Musing My Articulation

Musing My Articulationby Michael DoyleFilled with intense moments of suspensePut aside as real and yet it’s just pretenseThere is the much to do about all these thingsMusical, be it instrumental or songs I singI approach forward in my matriculationLooking at … Continue reading

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When Tomorrow Comes Your Day

When Tomorrow Comes Your Dayby Michael DoyleWrapped up in the depths of your soulAs we talk along our evening’s strollI see my heroes inside your heartEasily seeing what sets you apartYour words as you touch me deepWhisper you are who … Continue reading

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Long Time, No Talk

Long Time, No Talkby Michael DoyleThough the Lord is my shepherdI think you know, Lord, that it’s inferredThat though I should not, yet I doIt’s been a long time since I’ve talked to youStanding as I am amidst life’s mysteryWondering … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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A Godly Mother

Based in part on 2 Timothy 1:1-7 and, of course, thoughts on Mother’s Day: A Godly Mother by Michael Doyle Without any sense of shy timidity God speaks through Second Timothy That which we’d do well to recognize Every mother … Continue reading

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Remonstration

The 28th Day of Na/GloPoWriMo asks for optional prompt of recalling our favorite bedrooms in the manner of our choosing.  Mostly what I remember growing up shouldn’t be. Remonstration by Michael Doyle Looking back without much remonstration I recall how … Continue reading

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Holding Hands With the Sun

Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly. Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look … Continue reading

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