Tag Archives: Monsters

We Do, Or We Die

We Do, Or We Dieby Michael DoyleHunting monsters is never in vain.But to think it will be easy is inane.Chomp by chomp, up the known food chain,Surely beats letting victory slip down the drain.And so it was in the waste … Continue reading →

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Real Deal

Real Dealby Michael DoyleAll the lies we believed inLike by fighting, we’d find peace again.Giving peace a chance… through war?Maybe we should have thought more.But the fact is and will remain,That some believe getting along is in vain.There’ll be no … Continue reading →

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Cornfields of Oblivion

Cornfields of Oblivionby Michael DoyleYour heart is a black hole,Devoid of life, like my soul.Starting over with a new name,Our guilt knows no shame.We are each monsters in time,Every sin made its separate crime.Chasing down an endless road,Given to escape, … Continue reading →

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Disturbing the Status Quo

Disturbing the Status Quoby Michael DoyleWith a direct look filled with woe,Life is disturbing the status quo.A shotgun wedding points the way,Niagara Falls charges the path that stays.Pennies have been thrown awayAs if only a ghost from yesterday.Champagne and oysters … Continue reading →

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Dancing With Ghosts

Dancing With Ghostsby Michael DoyleIn spaces where war is thought of as gloryThere are legends that make for great story.Those of us who have fought for our nationKnow this as a fantastic conversation.Around the fire, it’s meant to endlessly inspireSo … Continue reading →

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As If From Nowhere

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: Monsters Are Real, and Ghosts Are Real Too. They Live Inside Us, and Sometimes, They Win

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” -Stephen King, novelist (b. 21 Sep 1947)

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Beneficial Benediction

Beneficial Benedictionby Michael DoyleIt should really come as no surpriseThat when all anyone ever tells is liesTo tell the truth is a revolutionBut it’s beneficial in our evolutionDon’t fear the monsters in your headMake them afraid of you insteadLike figments … Continue reading →

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Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealed

Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealedby Michael DoyleArt imitates life as life imitates artMasquerading in the wantonness of the heartIt’s a fearful discovery of the monster withinThat while we don’t understand, causes us to sinActing in the the brazen … 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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