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Unburdened (A Quest For Inner Peace)

Unburdened (A Quest For Inner Peace)by Michael DoyleUnburdened by what is in the pastSo many things that couldn’t lastThe way of life is to carry onBeyond what we survive and is goneIn all the parts that are rearrangedNot everything in … Continue reading

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In A Less Than Perfect World

In A Less Than Perfect Worldby Michael DoyleI look out into my living roomIt gives me hope instead of gloomTo see my daughters study by preferenceAnd not out of some required deferenceMaybe I did one or two things rightTo be … Continue reading

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A Reach and Twitch

A Reach and Twitchby Michael DoyleA hand reaches out and twitchesHeld out toward the unseen switchesAs a life comes and then is goneAs easy as a light turned off and onWe come into this life cryingScreaming out for more and … Continue reading

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The Click Inside the Moment

The Click Inside the Momentby Michael DoyleStrangers showboating the skillsProbably don’t have the thrillsThey talk about so profuselyThese things shouldn’t be said looselyStill, we come into the roomWith exploding feelings that loomAnd I know that your pros outweigh your consUntil … Continue reading

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Facedown With Mediocrity

Facedown With Mediocrityby Michael DoyleIn every town and in every cityWe find challenges met with mediocrityThese are the moments of losses takenAnd near certainty of a world wanting and mistakenFor some, this is hard to be faced head onWhile others … Continue reading

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Growing Vulnerability

Growing Vulnerabilityby Michael DoyleSome fools say that men don’t cryBut let me tell you, that’s just a lieIt’s so hard to express inner truthAnd it’s played that way since youthWe need to get the curtains down and outMoving hard beyond … Continue reading

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We Were So Certain

We Were So Certainby Michael DoyleIt’s not so funny How things rearrangeIt used to be so sunnyNow everything has changedYou were my Bonnie,And I was your ClydeWas I only dreamingOr along for your rideWe were so certainNow we’re simply hurtingI … Continue reading

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The Sabotage of Daily Life

The Sabotage of Daily Lifeby Michael DoyleIn the masquerades we playLost in ourselves, day after dayThe connecting dots bring our lossesRide the back of our carried crossesAll the unforeseen circumstancesThat come from life’s dancesAs we seek our first and second … Continue reading

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Searching For Reasons Why

Searching For Reasons Whyby Michael DoyleSearching for wordsThat just won’t comeHoping for a pocketful of miraclesBut finding noneThis is no way to spendThe moments leading to Christmas DayJust hoping for them to endCause they make no difference anywayTake another sip … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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