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An Enduring Contemplation of Pain

An Enduring Contemplation of Painby Michael Doyle The things endured on that Day of PainWould drive most of us beyond insane360 strikes with a nail-ended whipWould be enough to make anyone lose grip Next the crucifixion with its degradationWas a … Continue reading

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Happy Death Day!

Happy Death Day!by Michael DoyleSplitting hangover starts the dayAgain and again in instant replayYou’re certain you have been here beforeFrom what’s seen, you don’t need thinking any moreDespite appearances, you won’t feel better tomorrowYour two choices are either fear or … Continue reading

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No Cause To Weep

No Cause To Weepby Michael DoyleThere is in life’s turning awayLike that of a new day’s dawningThe sort of thing in a man’s wayOf time spent sipping lemonade under the awningUntil that day, when life simply slips awayAnd the miracle … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Pain Passes But the Beauty Remains

“The pain passes but the beauty remains.” -Pierre-Auguste Renoir, artist [responding to Matisse on why he painted in spite of his painful arthritis] (25 Feb 1841-1919)

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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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Innocence Born

Innocence Bornby Michael DoyleA child is born into this world innocentDespite the ways that can make a life diffidentThere is no wrong this child has doneYet, hatred ends its love before it’s begunHowever the killers guilt is framedThere is no … Continue reading

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Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)

Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)by Michael DoyleThose with blinded eyes only know darknessAnd yet stand firm from life’s harshnessThe pain that finds its awkward wayAttempting to conceal the hope of a new dayEven still, there is an … Continue reading

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Ghost Story

Ghost Storyby Michael DoyleRemember Remember meMy death Was cold miseryThere is no record At least officiallyBut my lynching Is part of historyI’m cold and alone Without a name on the stonePlease talk to me I need a sort of legacyI … Continue reading

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Sparked Distraction

Sparked Distractionby Michael DoyleAll the world is extraordinaryThere is so much to seeIn every moment and all actionsThere is the spark of distractionHopefully and creativelyYour safety is found in beautyAs you go out into the world to seeAll there is … Continue reading

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A Story’s End

A Story’s Endby Michael DoyleA story must be told through its endHowever little we think that we can defendAs the hero struggles to free himself from chainsWhile holding onto the dreams of the morning rainsIt’s hard to cut through the … Continue reading

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