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Against All Hope
Against All Hopeby Michael DoyleAll alone, by myselfI searched on the shelfFor the words to knowJust how I might growTo start over in this testTo come through with the restIn a crash of my identityI lived my life renewing sincerityThere … Continue reading
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Tagged Against, Alone, Attention, Burn, Come Through, Conspire, Corrupt, Crash, Crowd, Fake, Fire, Fools, Grow, Hope, Humanity, Humility, Identity, Know, Lie, Look Down, Lost, Madness, Mean, Meek, Mercy, Outcasts, Poetry and Poems, Pretension, Search, Self, Shelf, Sincerity, Test, Truth, Unaware, Vanity, Weakest Length, Weakness, Words
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Sweet Victory
Sweet Victoryby Michael DoyleNothing can take God’s placeI’ve felt His glory, face-to-faceI am grateful from my heartHe’s been here from the startSaving me from my transgressionsAnd from all this world’s aggressionsIt’s amazing all that He’s doneIn the trinity of Father, … Continue reading
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Tagged Aggressions, Amaze, Attitude, Badness, Blessed, Blessings, Convinced, Daughters, Deity, Enemies, Eternity, Face to Face, Father, God's Place, Good, Grateful, Grtatitude, Happiness, Heart, His Love, Holy Spirit, Madness, Path, Poetry and Poems, Redemption, Reign, Retoration, Saving Me, Silencing, Son, Start, Sweet Victory, Transgressions, Trinity, Understood, Voice, World
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Life Without Light
Life Without Lightby Michael DoyleLife without lightIs the color they died inDarker than nightIs the least of their sinsI can’t say you’ll like thisBut we need to risk regretFor all the world cried amissAt the lost beauty, we must regretSabbath … Continue reading
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Tagged Amiss, Calm, Color, Crimes, Dark, Depravity, Die, Doubt, End, Ends of Our Ropes, Friends, Glow, Graves, Hatred, Hearts, Hell, Hide, History, Hope, Humane, Humanity, Inside, Least, Life, Light, Lost Beauty, Madness, Melt, Never Forget, Night, No Way Out, Pages, Poetry and Poems, Prisoners, Regret, Remember, Risk, Sabbath Candles, Shot, Sin, Someday, Taint, Tears, The Other, Undone, Unfelt, Unifnished, World
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Of All Things Valued
Of All Things Valuedby Michael DoyleLike pieces arranged on the chessboardThe Man from La Mancha bears his swordPrince or pawnbroker, there is trade for madnessBut only the type that perpetually leads to sadnessThe battle with evil and giants cannot compareWith … Continue reading
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Tagged Affection, All Things, Approach, Battle, Because, Believe, Best, Born, Challenge, Chess Board, Compare, Contest, Cost, Days of Old, Disillusioned, Distinguished, Emblems, Errant Knight, Eternal Brothers, Evil, Fair, Garment, Giants, Good Knight, Hem, Joined, Kiss, Language, Lost, Love, Madness, Ores, Pawnbroker, Peasants, Pieces, Poetry and Poems, Precious Sacrament, Prince, Sadness, Say, See, Stolen, Sword, The Man From La Mancha, Token, Trade, True Gold, Truth, Useless, Valued, You and Me
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In A Declaration of War
In A Declaration of Warby Michael DoyleTitans are unleashed in a visionDreamed without the requisite precisionTo dare to say what it really meansThis then is the way of such types of dreamsKing Hyperion seeks to rule over mankindBut as with … Continue reading
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Tagged Aim, Angels, Benevolence, Blind, Chaos, Conquest, Contend, Cost, Dare, Declaration of War, Degrees of Violence, Demands, Depth, Desperation, Dream, Dreams, End, Eons, Eyes, Fatality, Folly, Hades, Heaven, Heed, Holy Flame, Immortality, Kind, King Hyperion, Lost, Madness, Mankind, Means, Mercy, Name, Need, Oracle, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Priest, Reign of Gods, Sadness, Salvation, Separation, Sibylline Monastery, Strength, Test, Time, Titans, Tread, Tyrant, Virgin Oracle, Vision, War
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First Principles: The Cunning of the Fox Is As Murderous As the Violence of the Wolf
“It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as … Continue reading
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Tagged Conquest, Cunning, First Principles, Folly, Fox, Justice, Madness, Mercy, Murderous, Object, Thomas Paine, Trick of War, Violence, Wolf
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Laws of Madness
Laws of Madnessby Michael DoyleSystematic failures that lead to sadnessAcross the nations are laws of madnessThat constantly flourish and prevailAll of these bringing us a living HellIt’s as if we’ve misconceived the operationThat leads us to those final conversationsVague, equivocal, … Continue reading
First Principles: It Is the Madness of Folly, To Expect Mercy From Those Who Have Refused To Do Justice; and Even Mercy, Where Conquest Is the Object
“It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as … Continue reading
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Tagged Conquest, Cunning, First Principles, Folly, Fox, Justice, Madness, Mercy, Murderous, Object, The American Crisis No.1, Thomas Paine, Violence, Wolf
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In the Tomes of Humanity
In the Tomes of Humanityby Michael DoyleAlgorithms of simplicityMakeup humanity’s complexityWith habits easy enough to understandAs the madness takes over as plannedMost waiver between love and prideSometimes this happens to coincideThen there are the exceptions irreducibleThat’s what’s become of the … Continue reading
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Tagged AI, Algorithms, Brave Souls, Broken Bodies, Choice, Codices, Coincide, Competitive Advantages, Complexity, Contemptible, Cost, Countless, Coup, Death, Doom, Exceptions, Face Off, False Promises, Final Battle, Garden, Habits, Humanity, Keeping, Last Breath, Libraries, Lost, Love, Madness, Mankind, Overcomes, Pain, Planned Obsolescence, Precipice, Price, Pride, Real Life, Recall, Sacred Door, Simplicity, Smile, Tomes, Truth, Understand, Victories, Villainies, Volumes, Waiver, Warrior's Voice, Weeping, Winner Take All, Wise Mother, Worth
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The Spiderhead of Practiced Madness
The Spiderhead of Practiced Madnessby Michael DoyleForced into our darkest compulsionsWe have no sense but to feel revulsionSlipped needle holds its riddle darklyThe truths revealed are shown starklyThe spider’s head feels so libertineUntil examined for what it really meansInjected in … Continue reading
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Tagged Arcane Science, Bingo Card, Blur, Choice, Compulsion, Conscience, Harshness, Libertine, Madness, Means, Poetry and Poems, Remember, Revealed, Revulsion, Riddle, Self-Darkness, Slipped Needle, Spiderhead, Stark, Still Voice, Tripping Point, Truth, Win Or Lose
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