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You Cannot Hurt Me

You Cannot Hurt Meby Michael DoyleYou cannot hurt meIt’s beyond possibilityI am damaged goodsA babe lost in the woodsOf my own heart, my own mindLike innocence left far behindEvery day I wake up numbed by painAll of my good intentions, … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Only Good Bureaucrat Is One With A Pistol At His Head. Put It In His Hand and It’s Good-Bye To the Bill of Rights

“The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol at his head. Put it in his hand and it’s good-bye to the Bill of Rights.” – H. L. Mencken (1880-1956)

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First Principles: The Root of the Kingdom Is In the State. The Root of the State Is In the Family. The Root of the Family Is In the Person of Its Head.

“The root of the kingdom is in the state. The root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its head.” – Mencius

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Well Donne, Spirits In the Night

Well Donne, Spirits In the Nightby Michael Doyle To Donne’s feigned scorn the murderer was deadOnly to reappear as an apparition inside his headAll the spiritualism to be had inside one’s bedFrom the nightmares and seances, and things said The … Continue reading

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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A Little Time To Kill

A Little Time To Killby Michael DoyleShe had a little time to killAmong other thingsHe had a need for a big game thrillAnd to find out what tomorrow bringsWith a single shot, she found whatShe was looking for and it … Continue reading

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Life For Dummies

Life For Dummiesby Michael DoyleLife for dummiesWould be a fine dealOn in any studyThere are skills to revealBuilding blocks of lifeThat take us from here to thereLessons needed to move past strifeAre to be heeded without fearLiving by the Gospel … Continue reading

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Active Intellect

Active Intellectby Michael DoyleWoke is an attack on accountabilityIt has nothing to do with predictabilityBut instead, an attack on the human soulThe methodology of this is wicked controlLife is meant to be a partnershipAnd not a thing of one-sided worshipThe … Continue reading

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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Nothing Better Than You, Lord

Nothing Better Than You, Lordby Michael DoyleEven as I walk through shadowThere’s something that I knowYour love will always surround meEven when I don’t deserve your sympathyWhen my life becomes ashesAnd my spirit tears with the thrashesThe fight and battle … Continue reading

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