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Fifty-Five Years Gone
Fifty-Five Years Goneby Michael DoyleFrom crayons to my sister’s perfume,I was lost deep inside the White Room.Things of death made me feel fear,And I needed another atmosphere.I lost myself on memory lane,Half convinced that life slips down the drain.Looking for … Continue reading
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Tagged 45s, AM Radio, Atmosphere, Autumn Leaves, Beginning, Call, Closed Door, Crawl, Crayon, Cry, Death, Different, Drain, DU, Experiment, Fall, Fear, Feeling Sound, Fifty-Five Years, Find, FM, Fortune, Gone, Hit, Inside, Kicks, Madman, Memory Lane, Music, Never-Ending, New Opportunity, Perfume, Player, Poetry and Poems, Read, Reverent, Shaman, Shout, Soul, Stage, Stereo Long Play, Twist, Unimpressed, Variant, Wasteland, Way Out, White Room, Wounded Prided
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Stuck In Limbo
Stuck In Limboby Michael DoyleI believe in miracles.Since you’ve arrivedSo much has happened And somehow, I’ve survivedThe time has pastBut we’re still dancingThey said we wouldn’t lastYet, we’re still romancingI’m stuck in limboBut I keep holding onI’m so afraidThat I’ll … Continue reading
Like A Velvet Snare
Like A Velvet Snareby Michael DoyleShe looked at meWith the eyes of an angelI was worried there’d beSome kind of angleI put my guard upShe dropped it with a smileBefore I knew what was upThere could be no denialI knew … Continue reading
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Tagged Air, Angel, Angle, Beyond, Bond, Common, Curiosity, Deep Look, Denial, Do-It-Yourself, Each Other's Face, Eternity, Eyes, Feeling, Forward, Gone, Grace, Guard, Her Man, Innuendo, Knew, Life's Journey, Life's Window, Look, Nobility, Our Hearts, Poetry and Poems, Question, Sensuality, Sepcial, Simple, Smile, Snare, Soul, Subtle Habits, Tale, Tone, Touch, Velvet, Velvet Snare, What Was Up, Wish, Worry
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Nine Lives
Nine Livesby Michael DoyleIt wasn’t exactly love at first biteBut it took an encouraging inviteShe wanted a man who loved her brainAt long last, the search wasn’t in vainIt was a love affair made for a fewIt was time to … Continue reading
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Tagged After, Alive, Beliefs, Brain, Broken Hearts, Conscience, Disaster, Done, Door, Families, Fate, First Bite, Gone, Grain, Grief, Haiti, Hang On, Hell, Hope, Horde, Invite, Lies, Lives, Love, Love Affair, Love Is Blind, Meant, New Tomorrow, Nine Lives, Optimists, Poetry and Poems, Ripped Apart, Say, Science, Scientist, Secrets, Sense of Humor, Sorrow, Strong, Struggle, Sun, Teeth, Think On, Vain, Way, What For, World
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