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Standing In the Light

Standing In the Lightby Michael DoyleLet me share a secretThat’s hard to forgetThey say to write what you knowThis blank page only goes to showMaybe how little that isAnd how much I missIn a life that’s full motionBut often empty … Continue reading

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Truth of Dust Roads Taken

Truth of Dust Roads Takenby Michael DoyleSome of the deepest truths are told in fictionEspecially those of times of historical frictionPushed into competition over narrowed resourcesInherent conflicts rise as nature takes its coursesSome conflicts come with visible tags of shameWhere … Continue reading

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Neon Eye Cage Conclusions

Neon Eye Cage Conclusionsby Michael DoyleIn the heart of the neon eye cage of the cityThe glitz is overdone and isn’t really prettyBut despite the walk-in of unsteady delusionsIt is a happenstance that brings certain conclusionsOne of these is the … Continue reading

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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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For All the Dickens…

For All the Dickens…by Michael DoyleIt’s on all these places and pages of the pastThat we look back on the things that didn’t lastWhen we do it is a surety that we will findAll those chains that constantly come to … Continue reading

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The World Is Full of Dreamers

The World Is Full of Dreamersby Michael DoyleThe world’s history is played out on stagesSome of which have filled a thousand pagesBut these pages are the stuff of unequal dreamsThose who dream by daylight do so as it seemsNot with … Continue reading

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Enough Pain To Go Around

Enough Pain To Go Aroundby Michael DoyleIf there’s one thingThat I’ve foundIt’s there’s enough painTo go aroundPages of sorrowTears of rageHolding on for tomorrowOn this world’s stageIt’s the state of artOf my darkened heartCalling out across the multiverseI’ve engineered it … Continue reading

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The Static of Electricity

The Static of Electricityby Michael DoyleFrom the dark agesAre turned the pagesLit with electricityIn its spark of majestyIt fills up the nightWith the brilliance of lightThough dark only moments beforeElectricity conquered this forevermoreWhile another cup of coffeeBrings the morning timeSeeing … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Destroying Species Is Like Tearing Pages Out of An Unread Book, Written In A Language Humans Hardly Know How To Read, About the Place Where They Live

“Destroying species is like tearing pages out of an unread book, written in a language humans hardly know how to read, about the place where they live.” -Holmes Rolston III, professor of philosophy (b. 1932)

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