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Bitter Truth Empty
Bitter Truth Emptyby Michael DoyleI come from the tribe of the dead soulSpirits lifted in the game of rock-n-rollThere is living yet to be doneIn the name of the father and the sonAnd yet, in the mirrored reflectionA sprawl spins … Continue reading
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Tagged Banality, Believe, Bitter Truth, Conviction, Creative Force, Dead, Die, Direction, Done, Dribble, Echo, Ego, Empty, Essence, Eviction, Eyes, Father, Game, Gone, History, Human Being, Lay Down, Living, Meaning, Music, Mystry, Name, New Sky, Nothing, Nothing Left To Say, Originality, Pass, Poetry and Poems, Reflection, Remorse, Reverberations, Rock-n-Roll, Shrivel, Simply, Single Shred, Something, Son, Soul, Spirt, STuck, Surprise, Tomorrow, Tribe, Truth, Urban Decay, Vacuum, Watch
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With A Kiss To the Heart
With A Kiss To the Heartby Michael DoyleWith a kiss to the heartMy love woke with a startThinking on the words saidAnd waking parts thought deadSpeaking ’til early mornMy soul became a smile wornUntil it reaches my faceFinding what it … Continue reading
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Tagged Coffee, Compose, Days, Dream n, Early Morn, Face, Forgot, Form, Gone, Halo, Heart, Heaven, Hello, Hopeful, Kiss, Look Away, Man, My Life's Song, My Love, Passion, Patiently, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Pull Away, Replace, Rewarm, Say, Slip By, Smile, Soul, Speaking, Start, Stay, Thinking, Thought, Too Long, Try, Wait, Words
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Thought For the Day: I Imagine One of the Reasons People Cling To Their Hates So Stubbornly Is Because They Sense, Once Hate Is Gone, They’ll Be Forced To Deal With Pain
“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain” -James Baldwin, writer (2 Aug 1924-1987)
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Tagged Cling, Deal, Forced, Gone, Hate, Imagine, James Baldwin, Pain, People, Reasons, Sense, Stubborn, Thought For the Day
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In the I-IV-VII
In the II IV VIIby Michael Doyle In the I IV VIII just might playMy way to blues heavenBut I wouldn’t want to really say. It’s just another moment in this dayTroubles found and troubles goneNo real matter to how … Continue reading
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Tagged Belongs, Blues, Blues Heaven, Chill, Circles, Crossroads, Crowd, Cry and Play, Curved, Day, Dig In Deep, Drawn, Etch, Every Day, Fall, Feeling, Find, Fogot, Found, Gone, Groove, Guitar, I-IV-VII, Incendiary, Living Life, Lost Mind, Loud, Memory, Mind, Moment, Night, Note, One Too Many, Play, Poetry and Poems, Question, Real Matter, Right, Room, Say, Sing, Sliding Tones, Slow Roll, Song, Soul, Sting, Strings, Tomorrow, Troubles, Tumbling Dice
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Until the Sky Cracks
Until the Sky Cracksby Michael DoyleI get the factThat it’s not an actWhile the sun still glowsYour pessimism growsUntil the sky cracksAlong the back tracksThat play like yesterdayAnd its charades along the wayIt sounds like somethingWe had decided was nothingBrought … Continue reading
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Tagged Act, Back Track, Better, Bone, Can't Know, Charades, Cling, Cracks, Dog, Fact, Fear, Glows, Gone, Grows, Know, Left It Alone, Let It Go, Melancholy, Nothing, Passive Aggressive, Pessimism, Play, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Sky, Something, Sun, There, Think, Yesterday
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His Grace Forever
His Grace Foreverby Michael DoyleWith the Lord’s graceWe turn in life to embraceThe next adventure we’re onAll our busy days are too soon goneThe Devil must be disappointedAs we’re saved by the AnnointedHaving turned our lives aroundKeeping our feet planted … Continue reading
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Tagged Adventure, Annointed, Breath, Busy Days, Death, Destined, Devil, Disappointed, Embrace, Find Our Way, Forever, Gone, Grace, Ground, Hearts, Heaven's Love, His Forever, Life, Lord's Grace, Loved, Path of Joy, Poetry and Poems, Sacred Holiness, Saved, Shaken, Step, Steps Taken, Stirred, The Lord, Together, True Happiness, Turned, Walk
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To Lean Out of Wandering
To Lean Out of Wanderingby Michael DoyleLiving out the days of my back fortyKnowing that the end may come shortlyLike Moses, I lift my hands in prayerLiving a moment of taking proper careHaving learned to number my precious daysI long … Continue reading
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Tagged Affirmation, Back Forty, Bases, Celebration, Confirmation, Days, Decisions, East, Embrace, Failsures, Focus, Forgiven, Future, Ghosts, God's Ways, Gone, Grain, Hands, Haste, Hourglass, Important Battles, Joy, Juggle, Lean, Live, Living Our Prayer, Manage, Moment, Moments, Moses, Need, New Morning, Nowhere, Number, Nurture, Pains, Past, Paths, Play, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Procrastination, Proper Care, Questions, Reason, Regret, Reset, Rhymes, Season, Seed, Self-Defeating, Shortly, Sins, Sow, Stock, Test, The End, Thief of Time, Time, Today, Traces, Wandering, Waste, West, Wheel, Wisdom
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