Tag Archives: Scream

On the Swivel

On the Swivelby Michael DoyleEach passing season brings new discovery.Hidden within our unintentional etymology,Each season brings its liberation from history.When treated as newly known, it brings liberty.The scholars pretend that it brings new value,As if these were never noticed by … Continue reading

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Too Many Miles, Too Many Tears

Too Many Miles, Too Many Tearsby Michael DoyleLooking back on all the miles I’ve drivenOver lands other believed they were givenI find a lot is needed to be forgivenWere it not for being too busy livingI remember coming to Indiana … Continue reading

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Learning To Survive

Learning To Surviveby Michael DoyleShe whispered about her dreamsIn suitably stifled screamsTwisted sheets and chandeliersMade everything larger than it appearsThinking can hurt your chancesIn this world of broken romancesYou’re expected to follow the rulesLearned inside the forbidden schoolsHere under the … Continue reading

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Know Not Fear

Know Not Fearby Michael DoyleYouth always tries to dareTheir elders try to careEach in their own placeStares the other in the faceEach move made creates a snareNo matter how each tries to be fairClimbing to the highest heightTo outpace the … Continue reading

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Taking It Deep

Taking It Deepby Michael DoyleWe shoot the shotGiving it all we gotI would call it living the dreamBut sometimes, it makes me screamRevealing the secrets at all costsFinding our way, however, lostWe find the real that all dependsAnd rely on … Continue reading

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A Reach and Twitch

A Reach and Twitchby Michael DoyleA hand reaches out and twitchesHeld out toward the unseen switchesAs a life comes and then is goneAs easy as a light turned off and onWe come into this life cryingScreaming out for more and … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Wrath (A Ghost Story)

A Mother’s Wrath (A Ghost Story)by Michael DoyleFor her, forever started in 1673With what once was a happy familyA child was left alone wanderingWith love disturbed and ,wonderingFor three hundred yearsLost inside a veil of tearsThere is no safety in … Continue reading

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A Smile of Death

A Smile of Deathby Michael DoyleThe morning comes with a “how have you been”That comes a bit too brightly in world gone dimA smile unwelcomed can being its sense of dreadWith the ominous thought that we’ll all soon be deadThe … Continue reading

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On the Wrong Side of the Tracks

On the Wrong Side of the Tracksby Michael DoyleJust south Of Desolation BoulevardOn the wrong side Of those rusted tracksIs a place we knowWhere the kids all goAnd the traffic’s slowWhere hearts beat forever Than the speed of lightOn the … Continue reading

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A Cosmogony of Fear

A Cosmogony of Fearby Michael DoyleIn a wide sweep of the Temple ApolloIs the beginning of what the Oracle knowsThe things of myth, from the the beginning growAs the memories of three sisters glowsImagined become the stories that resonateGlobal fears … Continue reading

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