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Past Blinking Twice
Past Blinking Twiceby Michael DoyleSome say forgetting is a giftIt’s a way past the riftBetween personal rationalizationAnd what allows you past sensationsThe ones that we cannot forgiveAnd yet it is that we must liveHowever, far past the thresholdThat our senses … Continue reading
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Tagged Blink, Crawl, Done, Evolve, Fear, Forgetting, Forgive, Gift, Human Beings, Life, Live, Longer, Mud, Nice, Personal, Poetry and Poems, Puddle of Blood, Rationalization, Rift, Sensation, Senses, Sorrow, Stronger, Survive, Threshold, Told, Tomorrow, Twice, Unthinkable
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Saying Nothing In Times of Troubles
Saying Nothing In Times of Troublesby Michael DoyleThe only certainty is it doublesTo be silent in times of troublesAt least, Irish history revealsHow false belief in God stealsThe soul of a broken nationThat is riveting in its salvationThat never quite … Continue reading
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Tagged Anxiety, Atrocity, Blind World, Blood, Broken Nation, Certainty, Chance, Circumstance, Collective Ideoloy, Complexity, Confession, Confident, Conflict, Confusion, Culture's Obsession, Curse, Discern, Disillusion, Divided Nation, Doubles, End, Eye For Eye, Feeling, Fight, Friends, God, Healing, Heroes, History, Holy Ghost, Individual Responsibility, Irish History, Lack of Forgiveness, Lean, Lessons, Lie, Living Novel, Mankind, Misdeed, Moral Conflict, Mud, Mystery, Numb, Passion, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Procession, Pure Drama, Salvation, Say Nothing, Scenes, Silent, Simplicity, Soul, Times of Troubles, Transcend, Trauma, Travesty, Truth, Villains, Why, Wrong, Wrong Convictions
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A Tale of the Floods
A Tale of the Floodsby Michael DoyleA backstory in humanity’s pagesTells of an advanced people of mythic agesWe study these times with optimismBelieving that humanity survived a great cataclysmThe time considered the dawn of historyIs imprecise and filled with mysteriesHuman … Continue reading
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Tagged Archeologist, Civilization, Dawn of History, Evidence, Footprint, Great Cataclysm, Great Flood, Gunung Padang, Humanity, Ice Age, Jigsaw Puzzle, Mud, Mystery, Mythic Ages, Optimism, Past, Poetry and Poems, Tale
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Second Chance Poker
Second Chance Pokerby Michael DoyleYou don’t truly knowWhat it’s like to live hollowHaving nowhere to goLiving in a jail cell’s shadowClinging to who you used to beSilently hoping for your dignityFeeling like your honor is goneIs this life worth going … Continue reading
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Tagged Blood, Chase, Cling, Comedy, Dignity, Disguise, Disintegration, Eyes, Fire, Grief, Hollow, Imagination, Indignation, Innocence, Jail, Killer, Life, Mud, Noose, Poetry and Poems, Poker, Relief, Rolling Up, Second Chance, Sorrow, Soul, Tears, Time, Tomorrow, Tragedy, Violence
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One By One
One By Oneby Michael DoyleWe work the problemsOne by oneOne at a timeThat’s how it’s doneWe face the worldOne step at a timeRemaining undefeatedWe struggle for primeThe point of no returnComes fast as we learnThere’s no turning backFrom the life … Continue reading
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Tagged All We Got, Blood, Done, Down and Dirty, Earn, Face, Fast, Fight, Forgot, Give, Good, Hard, Hit, Hurt, Laugh, Learn, Life, Mud, Never Mind, No Turning Back, One By One, Poetry and Poems, Point of No Return, Prime, Problem, Right, Roll, Step, Struggle, Swing, Time, Undefeated, Understood, Win Or Lose, Work, World
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The Black Book Blues
The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad As It Ever Was, Battles, Black Book, Blues, Broken, Brutal, Burn, Change, Clot, Clown, Corruption, Cost, Danger, Evil, Father's Hand, Good, Grief, Heart, Heartbreak, Hide, Honest Man, Incendiary, Integrity, Lesson, Light, Look, Memories, Mercies, Mercy, Mistake, Mud, None, Nowhere, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Price, Relief, Right, Run, Sand, Shown, Sight, Snare, Son's Blood, Spare, Stranger, Token, Tossed, Truth, Understood, Wink and Nudge, Youth
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None of This Matters
None of This Mattersby Michael DoyleNone of this mattersBecause none of this is realCloaked in our tattersIt’s just another day in HellGod’s given insightInto the battles we must fightScattered in the ashes of the nightWe somehow hold onto the lightThe … Continue reading
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Tagged Ashes, Battle, Blood, Blood Bruises, Cloaked, Cruel, Demand, Disregard, Fight, God, Good, Hell, Insight, Life, Light, Matters, Mercy, Mud, Night, None, Poetry and Poems, Real, Reasonable, Six Degrees, Soul, Tapestry, Tatters, Travesty, Understanding, Unguarded, Water, Words, Yesterday
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The End of Everything
The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading
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Tagged Avalanche, Begins, Betrayals of Life, Beware, Bitten, Blood, Bring, Cajole, Children, Crippling Revenge, Death, Embittered Women, End, End To Everything, Endure, Euripides, Everything, Evil Mind, Fatal Schism, Fits, Foolish, Fruitless, Gods, Greater, Grief, Halo, Hate's Bottomless Cup, Heaven, Hollow, Honeyed Words, Human, Incurable, Jason, Killed, Love, Lover's Hate, Lover's Love, Mortal, Mud, No Justice, Perverse, Poetry and Poems, Pour, Practice, Price, Quest, Roll, Sense, Shake, Soul, Thoughts, Torn, Tragedy, Twist of Fate, Universe, Wisdom, Woman's Scorn, Wounds, Wrath
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Dangers Lurk In the Seams
Dangers Lurk In the Seamsby Michael DoyleIn the hidden crevices of your dreamsThere are dangers lurking in the seamsThree, four, better lock up that doorThe boogie man is coming back for moreFive, six, he has a bag of tricksWhere evil … Continue reading
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Tagged Bag of Tricks, Balinese Dream, Belong, Blood, Body, Careful, Confusion, Crazy, Creep, Crucifix, Cut, Danger, Dead, Door, Dreams, Dreams Skills, Edge, Evil, Falling, Fate, Fear, Feel, Five, Four, Freddy Kruger, Hallucination, Head, Hidden Crevices, Innocent Hand, Kicks, Late, Ledge, Light, Lurk, Meet, Mud, Night, Nightmare, Noise, Poetry and Poems, Razor Sharp, Real, Run Away, Satan, Shadow, Shriek, Six, Suburban Street, Terror, The Boogie Man, Three, True, Wake Up, Whisper
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To Escape the Warren
More or less dedicated to A Watership Down: To Escape the Warren by Michael Doyle In the beginning Rabbit gained his tricks There on the path of winning Played out like a guitarist’s licks Each to have their meaning Captive … Continue reading
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Tagged A Watership Down, Beginning, Blood, Borne, Brother, Burning Hot, Caged Existence, Captive, Card, Change, Come, Cross the Road, Danger, Dare, Ear, Escape, Feaer, Fear, Few, Fire, Flee, Freedom, Gain, Gamble, Gather, Good, Haste, Head, Hear, Live Life, Meaning, Moment, Moment to Waste, Mud, Needed, Neglect, Nightmares, Path, Pesevere, Photograph, Played Out, Plead, Poem, Poetry, Question, Rabbit, Rules, Safety Net, Schools, Something Coming, Storm, Story Tellers, Taught, Think, Told, Tricks, Warren, Ways, Willingness, Win, Wire, Woods
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