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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part II

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part IIIby Michael DoyleHowever much some point out their clarityA dreamer remains undeterred by realityEven when it seems everyone is living culpableIt never stops quixotic dreams of the impossibleFloating as it is into the … Continue reading

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A Thinking Plague

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading

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For Fear That We Will Fall

For Fear That We Will Fallby Michael DoyleListen to the world as you doBut in the end to yourself be trueNeither a borrower or lender beBecause debt destroys harmonyWords of wisdom to follow farAs true as truth is the northern … Continue reading

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Off Ramp

Off Rampby Michael DoyleFrom dodge ball to full gloryWe live the Christmas storyBridged by that crossOn which God took our lossUnknown is the time and seasonBut what is known is the reasonThat healing of eternal riftIf only we will receive … Continue reading

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Some Times We Can Wait No Longer

Some Times We Can Wait No Longerby Michael DoyleSocrates and Jesus took their last breathsAs each of these were put to their deathsAccused and tried for treason and blasphemyAnd in corrupting the young by truth’s divinityThe noble search and allegiance … Continue reading

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For God So Loved the World

For God So Loved the Worldby Michael DoyleSpeaking across the latitude of agesComes the noble language of sagesTouching each soul as each an individualComprehended as fully as we are capableEternal questions fill up our needAs we learn and grow as … Continue reading

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Winchester I. The Arrival

There is a famous house in California built the widow of the same Winchester who invented the famous rifle of the same name. Winchester I. The Arrival by Michael Doyle The bell tolls in the dark of night While the … Continue reading

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Logical Pursuit

Though it ultimately comes down to faith, belief is also about evidence and applying logic to this evidence. Logical Pursuit by Michael Doyle Saying no over and over and then again Is the path of righteousness that we walk The … Continue reading

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Fades Away

Life leaves us all, eventually… or, do we really transform into something else? Time will tell. Fades Away by Michael Romani Being somewhat civilized I kept my discontents to myself More probably cause I realized I’d find my better answers … Continue reading

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