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On the Tipping Point of Stupid

On the Tipping Point of Stupidby Michael DoyleOf all the thoughts on thought contributedThere it is on the tipping point of stupidThe calling of names that should bring shameYet, there it is in politics as if a gameSpeaking of trickle … Continue reading

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Dark Matters

Dark Mattersby Michael DoyleYou were my bright tomorrowNow all I have is my sorrowAnd I’ve only myself to blamePlease don’t look at me in my shameFeelings bubbled up in troubleI opened my mouth, now its doubleI can barely see through … Continue reading

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The Problem With Social Justice

The Problem With Social Justiceby Michael DoyleLook at this street full of foolsWho believe that they are heaven sentThey act just like a bunch of toolsYelling at others that they need to repentEach thinking themselves true activistsUrging the rest of … Continue reading

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Forge of Identity

Forge of Identityby Michael DoyleAlexander’s naked tears were weptFor the one secret that could not be keptThat there was an unconquered infinityOf worlds to be experienced on his journeyThat would never be his in infinite refrainNone of which could know … Continue reading

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Strike the Match

Strike the Matchby Michael DoyleLife broke our heartsAnd filled it with sorrowLife killed our hopeBy filling us with promised tomorrowsThere inside our broken smilesAre the tatters, we won’t leave behindEven for a sacred shot at sanityThat is, after all, naught … Continue reading

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It’s A Sunday Conversation

It’s A Sunday Conversationby Michael DoyleThere’s something to give attentionWe’re all living in the tensionWe are not here for entertainmentBut we are here for engagementFiltered in God’s holy perceptionStanding in worship, giving our receptionIt is not the how in which … Continue reading

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In the Depth of God’s Love

In the Depth of God’s Love(Thoughts on Good Friday 2022)by Michael DoyleIn the depth of God’s loveWe’re wondered after life’s disastersAs we raise our prayers aboveAnd think on the outcome of forever afterTrue love is held in meditationIts meaning causes … Continue reading

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On the Altar of My Life

On the Altar of My Lifeby Michael DoyleIn every moment, even or oddYou put me together, Lord GodIn every flaw and every breakYou have eased every single acheYou have shown me the truthLived every moment since my youthEvery shame of … Continue reading

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Even the Mother of God

Even the Mother of Godby Michael DoyleEven the mother of God was humanTaking her steps best that she canWhen she became chosen with careThis world’s savior to carry and bearGabriel appeared in dead of the nightTelling her the truth and … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrancesby Michael DoyleThe plague burns through old London TownWhile God casts his eyes aside with a frownObsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle VaineDorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insaneRemembrances of her and … Continue reading

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