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Thoughts On Dorian Gray, Part II

Thoughts On Dorian Gray, Part II, III and IVby Michael DoyleII.Conjuring tales and hallucinationServe up as the Devil’s illustrationIt’s a triumph of base deceitQuietly play on a foggy London streetToo many things are better left unsaidWhere this an extraordinary sense … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #19: St Patrick’s Day Kiss

Na/GloPoWriMo #19: St Patrick’s Day Kissby Michael DoyleLike a lucky man wondering ifYou’d always beMy lucky charmLiving in a moment’s blissIt was easy to seeAnother kiss could do no harmGotta phone that message inLet it ring true, again and againLong … Continue reading

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A Saint Patrick’s Day Kiss

A Saint Patrick’s Day Kissby Michael DoyleLike a lucky man wondering ifYou’d always beMy lucky charmLiving in a moment’s blissIt was easy to seeAnother kiss could do no harmGotta phone that message inLet it ring true, again and againLong distance … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Government Will Not Fail To Employ Education To Strengthen Its Hands and Perpetuate Its Institutions

“Government will not fail to employ education to strengthen its hands and perpetuate its institutions.” – William Godwin (1756-1836)

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Thought For the Day: Justice In the Hands of the Powerful Is Merely A Governing System Like Any Other

“Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice? Let us rather call it injustice, but of a sly effective order, based entirely on cruel knowledge of the resistance of … Continue reading

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Life Worth Living

Life Worth Livingby Michael DoyleI’ve never been one given to chanceDetermined to rise above my circumstancesAs a child of God driven by destinyTaking this challenge as my legacyHeaven holds all of my best treasureGod first, then family, is my measureA … Continue reading

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An Intellectual Conversation

An Intellectual Conversationby Michael DoyleI asked you to speak your beautiful mindUnsuspecting of all the wonders I might findBut knowing that I would love just to talkWho knew that talk would grow into our walkI asked you to kiss me … Continue reading

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Shoreline Levee Abstraction

Shoreline Levee Abstractionby Michael DoyleWithout the world’s imposed inhibitionsYou find life without so many limitationsWaiting for you below the surface, we keepThe sands of time as these start to seepPouring through our hands as these flowIs a new depth for … Continue reading

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The Rise and Fall of Boethius

The Rise and Fall of Boethiusby Michael DoyleGraven images are made and meant to saveWhen Christianity met Plato’s caveOffering more than shadows on the wallA philosophical bend had come to callChrist was both the Father and the SonJoined with Wisdom … Continue reading

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Slips of the Tongue

Slips of the Tongueby Michael DoyleSlips of the feeble tongueCome more often when no longer youngThings ill thought should often not be saidBut instead kept inside one’s headOur lives are played out like a movieSometimes hellbent though that doesn’t move … Continue reading

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