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Wrist Cutter Blues

Wrist Cutter Bluesby Michael DoyleShe was born hard to impressHe was maybe overly dressedFor a boy deep in his thoughtsBut she could never be boughtThey were standing in the deep endSomehow waiting for a friendNeither of them was from anywhereThat … Continue reading

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To Be Understood

To Be Understoodby Michael DoyleWe get carried away by the moonlightForgetting ourselves in the hope of getting it rightThe garden walls throw off our shadowsIn hopes for what we do not truly knowIn all this world’s flight or fight distractionIt … Continue reading

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Virtual Love Song

Virtual Love Songby Michael Doyle She peeked inside my windowTell me how was I to knowFrom outside my hdden shadowWas the heart that would rattle my soul Shaking me into a hope for tomorrowAnd make me forget my sorrowShe’s filling … Continue reading

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A Razor’s Truth

A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … Continue reading

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Better Than Okay

Better Than Okayby Michael DoyleWhy don’t you come inside?There’s nothing we need to hideBesides, it’s cold outsideAnd I have something to confideThere’s something that feels rightIn my darkness, you might be the lightThere’s something about the wayYou make me feel … Continue reading

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This Time of Year

This Time of the Yearby Michael DoyleThere it is, that slow mist in my eyesIt’s not so hard to see and recognizePlease don’t mistake these tearsIt’s just this time of the yearIt’s a slow roll of processional daysAs we live … Continue reading

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First Principles: As We Express Our Gratitude, We Must Never Forget That the Highest Appreciation Is Not To Utter Words, But To Live By Them

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” – John F. Kennedy

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What She Doesn’t Know Yet

What She Doesn’t Know Yetby Michael DoyleListening to my daughters proudlyAs they talk a bit too loudlyEach holding her own in conversationEach of them has their own ambitionsMy babies have grown up without regretBut I wish each would kindly not … Continue reading

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Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creature

Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creatureby Michael DoyleThough literary snobs can find it less than delectableScience Fiction has grown up as quiet respectableSnobbery has ever been fashionable even at HalloweenStill science fiction’s limitations certainly don’t meanThat there is nothing really scary … Continue reading

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Love Is A Choice

Love Is A Choiceby Michael DoyleSometimes I silently look at youIn awe and wonder at all you doAnd I know, it’s true what some sayI fall deeper for you with each dayFor the good and bad of this voiceI know … Continue reading

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