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Growing Vulnerability

Growing Vulnerabilityby Michael DoyleSome fools say that men don’t cryBut let me tell you, that’s just a lieIt’s so hard to express inner truthAnd it’s played that way since youthWe need to get the curtains down and outMoving hard beyond … Continue reading

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Ever True

Ever Trueby Michael DoyleChasing the stars to see where they leadDreaming the dreams needed to take seedAnd grow into what it’s meant to meanThe moves to be made are yet to be seenWith a turn of the page come the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Humans Think They Are Smarter Than Dolphins Because We Build Cars and Buildings and Start Wars…Dolphins Believe That They Are Smarter For Exactly the Same Reasons

“Humans think they are smarter than dolphins because we build cars and buildings and start wars etc., and all that dolphins do is swim in the water, eat fish and play around. Dolphins believe that they are smarter for exactly … Continue reading

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A Huntington Beach Memory

A Huntington Beach Memoryby Michael DoyleThe sand in my shoesHolds a Midas shadowOver time passages and windowsOf all these memories and bluesMy eyes rise to the timeless skiesWhen certain songs on the radio playThis, then, is no real disguiseFor the … Continue reading

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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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