Tag Archives: Soul

Just One More Psychotic Break

Just One More Psychotic Breakby Michael DoyleCosmic horror played the killing schoolThat taught the writer of chilling ghoulsThis was the bogeyman’s secret in his tombThat rose up from the barren gothic wombThis was where a dark demon became a faceless … 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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Breaker of Chains

Breaker of Chainsby Michael DoyleBreaker of the chainsYou have freed my soulHeard in the refrainsIt’s you that I extolYou are the LordSubject to my praiseYour Bible is my swordThroughout my daysHeld in our venerationFrom first to last generationsHeld in holy … Continue reading →

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On the Journey of Fatherhood

On the Journey of Fatherhoodby Michael DoyleAsked about how fatherhood is ratedIt has seemed to me somewhat understatedI could not have imagined the journeyThat it has been in all of its totalityWhen you talk about consequences and moralityFatherhood is the … Continue reading →

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Outbursts of Truth

Outbursts of Truthby Michael DoyleAll my repeated outbursts of truthHave gotten me in trouble since my youthFor you see, truth can destroy the worldsEven the worlds ruled by fallen godsWho each have sought, by meteors hurled, To increase their own … Continue reading →

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In the Name of the Father and the Son

In the Name of the Father and the Sonby Michael DoyleTrying to hide in the nightWaiting for the morning lightFeeling my soul must atoneI have never felt so all aloneUntil I glanced on God’s faceThen and there, I knew graceA … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: The Library Is An Arena of Possibility, Opening Both A Window Into the Soul and A Door Onto the World

“The library is an arena of possibility, opening both a window into the soul and a door onto the world.” – Rita Dove

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Nat Turner’s Legacy

Nat Turner’s Legacyby Michael DoyleExceptions seldom make the ruleFoolish thinkers need their schoolThose who dwell on the mysteryOf why so few rose against slaveryIt is a cowardice of cultureThat we cannot afford to nurtureLet’s recall a moment of historyLived by … Continue reading →

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In the Heat of August

In the Heat of Augustby Michael DoyleRising temperatures affect the moodWith noisy insects seeming to intrudeSome live to complain line after lineBut I think instead, I’ll make August mineEven a poet or two finds it a povertyThat they cannot enjoy … Continue reading →

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