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If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Dark Sources

Dark Sourcesby Michael DoyleThe optics make me cringe.Almost every newscast is on the fringeIt seems that we’re invited into the conspiracyWhile they really don’t care about historyEveryone vents and is set on blamingIt’s that PR game known as framingTruth, it … Continue reading

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A Razor’s Truth

A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … Continue reading

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A Tenderness of Hope

A Tenderness of Hopeby Michael DoyleWe live in a fast-paced society That is filled with such complexityThat it brings less than notorietyTo become overwhelmed by our anxietyStill, each of us chooses a mask to wearA smile of dignity as if … Continue reading

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Gifts On this Morn

Gifts On This Mornby Michael DoyleIt’s just how it is since we were bornWe await the superficial gifts of this mornExcited eyes search around the Christmas treeWondering what presents are for you and meThen when all the gifts have been … Continue reading

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Better Than Okay

Better Than Okayby Michael DoyleWhy don’t you come inside?There’s nothing we need to hideBesides, it’s cold outsideAnd I have something to confideThere’s something that feels rightIn my darkness, you might be the lightThere’s something about the wayYou make me feel … Continue reading

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To Stay Alive In All Seasons

To Stay Alive In All Seasonsby Michael DoyleWe give up our courageTrying hard to discourageOurselves or any othersAmong those we call our brothersBut not a single John Wayne aspirationWould save Pearl Harbor or our nationThe men present mostly fought to … Continue reading

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What’s the Horror?

What’s the Horror?by Michael DoyleWhat’s the horror, you might ask.It seems my life is an endless taskIt seems what I take off the listIt only points to things that I’ve missedIn this rush toward year’s endIt seems I’ve not been … Continue reading

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A Cry From the Wilderness

A Cry From the Wildernessby Michael DoyleThe Lion of Judah protects our salvationThe keeper of our faith provides our explanationThis family of faith prays in His nameTo find our path perfected without blamePaul and Barnabas sharply disagreedAbout John Mark’s journey, … Continue reading

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The Loss of His Voice

The Loss of His Voiceby Michael DoyleThinking on this, I must confessThe icon’s death has left a messLike Poitier and Belafonte goodJames Earl Jones rose above HollywoodWith the loss of a singular voiceBlack and white Hollywood became lessThough lives end … Continue reading

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