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Living the Glory

In the Father’s Careby Michael DoyleThrough Christ, I live the gloryPlaying my part in the storyLifting my hands up to the skyI know I never have to question why Comfortable in my humble praiseI walk in the faith of my … Continue reading

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Uthred of Bamburgh

Uthred of Bamburghby Michael DoyleThe blood runs deepAs Saxon mothers weepSatan has crossed the landsUnder blood thirst’s craven commandVahalla’s gates open wideWatching as seven kings diedThe Valkyries accept the deathAs Uthred draws his last breathA hero though rarely namedIf England … Continue reading

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Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark

Don’t Play With Fire In the Darkby Michael Doyle The edge of the cliff beckons meWhispering my name dangerouslyIs it taunting the edgeOf a lonely soul on the ledge A reasoned soul knows its contextWhen all the dots fail to … Continue reading

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Wonderland Needed

Wonderland Needed (the Mad Hatter)by Michael DoyleWhen you clear your mindOf all the clatter and voicesWhat’s left behind, are the choicesIn our unwilling to be left behindAs we find in this hide and seekMuch of the world is mass confusionUntil, … Continue reading

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Troubled Thoughts In the Night

Troubled Thoughts In the Nightby Michael DoyleLife knows its bestSpoken like a new languageIt’s written in secret alphabetYou can feel its rising heatSomewhere in that middle passageWithout words it reveals its secretA divine messenger singsOn the wind like a ghost … Continue reading

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The Power In God’s Name

The Power In God’s Nameby Michael DoyleWe believe in the sameThe power in God’s nameThough it feels impossibleWe know in God, all is capableMiracles out of nowhereThe final say of what is fairThe mover of the breakableFinds voice in the … Continue reading

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Until the Sky Cracks

Until the Sky Cracksby Michael DoyleI get the factThat it’s not an actWhile the sun still glowsYour pessimism growsUntil the sky cracksAlong the back tracksThat play like yesterdayAnd its charades along the wayIt sounds like somethingWe had decided was nothingBrought … Continue reading

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The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Day

The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Dayby Michael DoyleChristmas didn’t come with a pretty bowIf you didn’t know this, you need to knowThere was a lot of ugly in what became beautifulThe something simple transformed into the wonderfulShepherds were … Continue reading

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Until Humanity is Gone

Until Humanity Is Goneby Michael DoyleThese parasites came to bring decayDestroying the vestiges of yesterdayThey prey on the last of our humanityKilling in waves depleting our societyMaking it impossible to be withstoodSetting fire to our planet and its woodsRats, insects … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1: Distorted Images

Na/GloPoWriMo* Day 1: Distorted Imagesby Michael DoyleI’ve learned in lifeTo keep each distortionThat brings me strifeIn their due proportionSeeing as clear as possibleDoing what I can to be capableTo do away with what’s improbableAnd live my best life as inescapableLooking … Continue reading

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