Tag Archives: Night

The Christmas That Was Tragic

The Christmas That Was Tragicby Michael Doyle This Sunday, Christmas, is a bit tragicWhen we’ve stopped believing in magicWe call it adulting but it’s really notIt’s just the goodness we’ve simply forgot Take a deep breath, and try to believeIn … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: One of the Oldest Human Needs Is Having Someone Wonder Where You Are When You Don’t Come Home At Night

“One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.” -Margaret Mead, anthropologist (16 Dec 1901-1978)

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Kalavale

Kalavaleby Michael Doyle In a Finnish woodWhere life is understoodTo be a magical thingThere were songs to singAnd laughter filled the airThe night washed away careAs we looked on the beautyThere amidst the trees A different music filled the airWith … Continue reading

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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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Dependence

Dependenceby Michael DoyleWhen the days are darkestThat’s when we need your lightKeeping hope alive when we’re saddestYou bring morning to our nightKeeping hope there and aliveYou are the source by which we surviveWalking beside us in our humanityAnd loving us … Continue reading

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Held In Silence

Held In Silenceby Michael DoyleDarling, I’ve learned to love youBut somehow hate you moreDarling,I could never be without youBut trust me, I know the scoreThe traces may be coldFrom the fenced goods soldAll the secrets circled roundTo the treasures; they … Continue reading

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Before the Darkness

Before the Darknessby Michael DoyleBefore the darknessThere was lightAnd with that divisionBecame the nightLegends have it As legends willThat the evil oneIs necessary to the taleBleak is the seasonIn which we search for answersIt is the soul’s own treasonWhen fear … Continue reading

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Child of Tomorrow

Child of Tomorrowby Michael DoyleIn a thank you from the futureThe child of tomorrowKnows the caliber and essence of nurtureFiltered between the narrowOf sights that no one has seenIn a splendido sunriseThere in the Devil’s cathedral of beingThe way home … Continue reading

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To Catch A Falling Star

To Catch A Falling Starby Michael DoyleSometimes I feelThis is not my worldI find myself searchingLooking for the doorThat will lead me awayFrom this wrong worldAnd to a place I belongFrom the ashes of yesterdayI feel as if I must … Continue reading

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Troubled Thoughts In the Night

Troubled Thoughts In the Nightby Michael DoyleLife knows its bestSpoken like a new languageIt’s written in secret alphabetYou can feel its rising heatSomewhere in that middle passageWithout words it reveals its secretA divine messenger singsOn the wind like a ghost … Continue reading

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