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Club Handy

Club Handyby Michael DoyleEvery showman is a tricksterA sophisticated and tragically hipsterLeaving the girls with smiles on their facesMoving them deeply with his tracesIt’s a carnival of scamPutting on the ritualistic glamWith bated breath ready to flyAs heartbreak paints the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Self-Defense Is A Part of the Law of Nature; Nor Can It Be Denied the Community, Even Against the King Himself

“Self-defense is a part of the law of nature; nor can it be denied the community, even against the king himself.” – William Barclay (1546-1608)

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In the Tragedy of Wisdom

In the Tragedy of Wisdomby Michael DoyleAs we sit writing for an audienceAimed as it is to somehow pleaseThe words of Shakespeare and SophoclesShine in all of their brillianceOne wrote for the strong, just kingThe other in the promise of … Continue reading

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The Difference

The Differenceby Michael DoyleThe difference betweenA man and a kingIs that a kingCan face what the future will bringFor all of the goodnessAnd all of the sorrowThrough all of the madnessThat may come tomorrowAnd still, he stands in tallnessTo the … Continue reading

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Storybook Kind of Love

Storybook Kind of Loveby Michael Doyle She wants a storybookKind of love –Only she wants itWith dirty picturesIt only took one lookTo dream along the something of – Need, …craven at first biteHer painted lights hypnotized my mind She was … Continue reading

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First Principles: Wherever Law Ends, Tyranny Begins

“The difference betwixt a king and a tyrant to consist only in this, that one makes the laws the bounds of his power, and the good of the public, the end of government; the other makes all give way to … Continue reading

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With You As My Dream

With You As My Dreamby Michael DoyleOnce upon a time, there was a dreamAnd she shared her dreams with meTold me I was her king if she was my queenSeemed about right, my walking fantasyLike a fairy tale told in … Continue reading

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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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I’ll Always Take Your Call

I’ll Always Take Your Callby Michael DoyleRipped apart deep inside my DNAFinding the scary part is the last biteWhen suddenly, I run short of what to sayAnd my wildest dreams hold me through the nightSomewhere in the geometry of the … Continue reading

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From the Perspective of the Rus

From the Perspective of the Rusby Michael DoyleStanding on the shoulders of wisdomBy each step we build separate kingdomsThe Brothers Karamazov built on a grain of wheatThat life comes from death and death is not defeatAll the suffering that we … Continue reading

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