Tag Archives: Pretend

Second Guess the End

Second Guess the Endby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot of rightIn learning through the wrong.There’s a lot of hanging tightIn finding where I belong.It’s been a hard road to living,But that’s what I’ve been given.The movie is never as good as … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everyone Discusses My Art and Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It is Simply Necessary To Love

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet

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Well Met In the Night

Well Met In the Nightby Michael DoyleWe meet in the night, hiding in the masqueradePretending, as we do, in our game of charade,That while we pretend to have no hint of fearThere’s security that gains us gathered here. Social wallflowers … Continue reading

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Shifting Through the Ashes

Shifting Through the Ashesby Michael DoyleStanding here talking close togetherYou say it’s for worse or for betterShifting through the ashes of an argumentCan you tell me, baby, where the money’s spent?You laugh and concede it as a steady needWaiting for … Continue reading

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Rumor Is…

Rumor Is…by Michael DoyleRumor is that happinessIs not a preconceived moment of blissBut a journey through the yearsTaken awhile with all of your peersWho feel as though they’ve lived theirs rightWhile yours has been a constant fightFaceless and somehow namelessThey … Continue reading

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Making It Do

Making It Doby Michael DoyleThe world’s painIs dipped in blueThinking I remember thatAbout me and youWalking in withMy life’s game faceIf you keep on running awayDoes it leave its traceMost of the living worldIs a bit under the weatherWe keep … Continue reading

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In Beginning To Chill Hostility

In Beginning To Chill Hostilityby Michael DoyleIn truth, Christ came to save us allBringing us peace, as we might recallChrist has already graced us as He’s doneIn the name of the Father, the Spirit, and the SonIn this world, hanging … Continue reading

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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism

The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading

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A Question of Dimension

A Question of Dimensionby Michael DoyleA question awaits every believerIs God or Is God not a deceiverFrom this point, we’ll need evidenceConclusions must be drawn based on relevanceIs the Earth young? Or Is It Old?Are we to believe our eyes … Continue reading

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Mountain of Consequence

Mountain of Consequenceby Michael DoyleThere are legends of lost treasureThat goes deep and beyond known measureThe locks that must be brokenAs the stories are told, quietly spokenMankind’s greed leads to deathAn old man mumbles under breathWhile the bringer of life … Continue reading

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