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…Maybe Tomorrow…

…Maybe Tomorrow…by Michael DoyleTomorrow isn’t really about tomorrowSo much as it about avoiding sorrowThe kind that grows, and we borrowWhen we’re struck deep in our marrowWaiting for the moment’s opportunityWe push forward to relentlessly Filled with the confidence of dreamsThat … Continue reading

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The Sabotage of Daily Life

The Sabotage of Daily Lifeby Michael DoyleIn the masquerades we playLost in ourselves, day after dayThe connecting dots bring our lossesRide the back of our carried crossesAll the unforeseen circumstancesThat come from life’s dancesAs we seek our first and second … Continue reading

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Life So Far

Life So Farby Michael DoyleIn the righteousness and errorsLife is often smoke and mirrorsWe walk in our best composureAnd hiding ourselves from exposureOf being seen for who we areHoping our best selves will travel farWe hide ourselves in the shadowsHoping … Continue reading

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The Lies of the Big Switch

The Lies of the Big Switchby Michael DoyleThe urge for a new game was heededAfter the loss of 1865, it was neededThe KKK was founded by Democrats in misappropriationBy Nathan Bedford Forrest and defies explanationThe party of White Supremacy sought … Continue reading

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Time Is A One Way Glass

Time Is A One Way Glassby Michael DoyleSometimes time is a one way glassLooking in to take that passIt might be that you’re better than meI guess we’ll just have to wait and seeBut ain’t it sad to feel this … Continue reading

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In A Parisian Crowd

In A Parisian Crowdby Michael DoyleThe French soul Is wrapped around500 year old plumbingLike a lump of coalOn a Christmas dayIt has its significanceAnd at times its magnificenceBut there’s something to sayFor finding other, better waysAnd even the naughty findIt … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: A Body of Clay, A Mind Full of Play, A Moment’s Life — That’s Me

“A body of clay, a mind full of play, a moment’s life — that’s me.” – Harivansh Rai Bachchan, poet (27 Nov 1907-2003)

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These Are the Days of Us

Dedicated to my youngest daughter who I very dearly love and very nearly lost two years ago today… These Are the Days of Usby Michael DoyleThese are the days of usI learned this from a childWho gave this wisdom becauseThis … Continue reading

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Something About Respect

Something About Respectby Michael DoyleIt was a different lifeA different sceneLife was toughAnd the streets were meanLife was about respectAsking for the something better to be hadWas maybe a bit too much to expectBut the beauty seen could make him … Continue reading

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Other Side of Hell

Other Side of Hellby Michael DoyleThis isn’t meant to discourageBut sometimes, true courageIs found on the other side of HellWhen your eyes have seen enough to dispelAny notion that peace can be foundThrough the taking of lives in warAnd when … Continue reading

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