Tag Archives: Sadness

Look At What The Shrewd Have Done

Look At What the Shrewd Have Doneby Michael DoyleOh, look with sadness on what the shrewd have done.Didn’t Jesus warn all to never hurt even a single one?Say the words of innocence that we’ve come to despise.Those on Epstein’s Island … Continue reading

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My Heart Grows Heavy (I’m Dipping In)

My Heart Grows Heavy (I’m Dipping In)by Michael DoyleMy heart grows heavy in the sadnessAs I look at this world of madnessAnd know that love is the needed legacyAs it should be walked as its meant to beNo Matter what … Continue reading

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To Stay Alive In All Seasons

To Stay Alive In All Seasonsby Michael DoyleWe give up our courageTrying hard to discourageOurselves or any othersAmong those we call our brothersBut not a single John Wayne aspirationWould save Pearl Harbor or our nationThe men present mostly fought to … Continue reading

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To Make A Man Invincible

To Make A Man Invincibleby Michael DoyleYou know that a moon full of madnessAnd a heart filled with sadnessAin’t never done any man no goodFrom that gun in your handIt seems you just might understandYour eyes say it is understoodRiding … Continue reading

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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Censorship Is the Tool of Those Who Have the Need To Hide Actualities From Themselves and From Others. Their Fear Is Only Their Inability To Face What Is Real

“Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can’t vent any anger against them. I only feel this … Continue reading

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Sharp Edges

Sharp Edgesby Michael DoyleThe last eight years have been like a thrown gauntletBetween the sadness and anger, it’s been a punch in the gutThat serves best to divide this nation and world’s mindsIt is as if we’ve left our optimism … Continue reading

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Searching For Reasons Why

Searching For Reasons Whyby Michael DoyleSearching for wordsThat just won’t comeHoping for a pocketful of miraclesBut finding noneThis is no way to spendThe moments leading to Christmas DayJust hoping for them to endCause they make no difference anywayTake another sip … Continue reading

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Christmas Tree Lane

Christmas Tree Laneby Michael DoyleLife can throw its curve ballsYet, still, it is that Christmas callsWith Christmas lights bringing good cheerEven when a little sadness nearsA smile offered over a little wineHelps to smooth the edgy linesBringing joy and times … Continue reading

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Of All Things Valued

Of All Things Valuedby Michael DoyleLike pieces arranged on the chessboardThe Man from La Mancha bears his swordPrince or pawnbroker, there is trade for madnessBut only the type that perpetually leads to sadnessThe battle with evil and giants cannot compareWith … Continue reading

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