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Like A New Look of Horror

Like A New Look of Horrorby Michael DoyleWe look back on yesterday’s self,Like a new look of horror from our shelf,And as we turn from page to pageWe find more foolishness than wisdom from a sage.Memory is a monster as … Continue reading

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Uncomfortable Truths Sown

Uncomfortable Truths Sownby Michael DoyleUncomfortable truths push forward mortal historyAt times, these must be sown despite the miseryand the writers of the day must dare to openly criticizeAnd question the prevailing order that we must analyzeHowever, winding or twisting the … Continue reading

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Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truth

Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truthby Michael DoyleThe best gravy is the world’s hungerAnd in our dreams, we grow no youngerIn his sight, the lady’s true beautyRemoves her sins as is his knightly dutyHe’s dreamed of her as a virgin ladyAnd while … Continue reading

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading

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Jesus Wept (Ephphatha)

God took the form of man and lived experiencing all that we do.  In so doing, He experienced all of our feelings.  Based in part on John 11:38: Jesus Wept (Ephphatha) by Michael Doyle One of the best secrets never … Continue reading

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