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Dropping the Label

Dropping the Labelby Michael DoyleIn every moment, any given momentCan become the truth of a holy momentGod is with us wherever we areWhether in a building or under starsLife may not be fair, but God is faithfulBringing to our lives … Continue reading

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We Pretend To Have Forgot

We Pretend To Have Forgotby Michael DoyleI don’t like thingsThat are too touchy and feelyThe reason whyIs these might reveal meWith the turn of the pageIt’s less in what we sayBut the how that we rageAs night fights against dayThese … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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While They Break Our Hearts

While They Break Our Heartsby Michael DoyleLife is full of imprecisionsToo many mistakesAnd too many bad decisionsRomances gone wrongNever knowing where one belongsJust another round of heartbreak songsStaying up late to catch a breakSome things can’t be fakeWhile they break … Continue reading

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Loraxby Michael DoyleHats off to Betty WhiteWho although not always rightDid voice for the Sneedville treesAnd against polluting factoriesThere’s something for the glitz that’s not forgotThe importance of trees over parking lotsBeauty there is to … Continue reading

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A Thinking Plague

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading

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Split the Difference

Split the Differenceby Michael DoyleKicking back with my girls on the holidaysSharing life with them in a million waysWhen we happened on a soulful snip of movieWith a lot of heart that played out groovyThere in the middle of a … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading

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Arcade Mania

Arcade Maniaby Michael DoyleRemembering back to the 80s whenI couldn’t wait to put another quarter inA video star in the dark arcadeWas a revolution ready madeMy spaces were invaded rows at a timeWhen I wasn’t watching ectoplasmic slimeAtari-ized as we … Continue reading

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A Good Feeling About…

A Good Feeling About…by Michael DoyleIt looks like we’re in for nasty weatherGod knows that you and I deserve betterPlotted courses are always subject to changeIt’s the simple way of life and nothing strangerSpin offs and rip offs serve to … Continue reading

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