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Thought For the Day: If You Make It A Habit Not To Blame Others, You Will Feel the Growth of the Ability To Love In Your Soul, and You Will See the Growth of Goodness In Your Life
“If you make it a habit not to blame others, you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul, and you will see the growth of goodness in your life.” – Leo Tolstoy
Posted in Thought For the Day
Tagged Ability, Blame, Goodness, Growth, Habit, Leo Tolstoy, Life, Love, Others, Soul, Thought For the Day
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The Totality of Surrender
In the Totality of Surrenderby Michael DoyleI’m thanking God that I’m never alone.Like a moss of love, I roll the stone.Attesting to my faith and fealty,I give our Lord my devoted loyalty.I’m thanking God that he’s fixed my attitude.I now … Continue reading
I Live My Life In Praise
I Live My Life In Praiseby Michael DoyleI feel God in every season,Living on faith and reason.Present in all of my days,I live my life in praise.With thanks and gratitudeI keep Jesus in my attitude.The Lord walks in my every … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Attitude, Beauty, Blame, Christ's Love, Confide, Cornerstone, Days, Dignity, Faith, Frame, God, Gratitude, Heart, Honor, Knnow, Life, Live, Love, Majesty, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Present, Reason, Season, Secret, Shame, Shows, Soul, Stride, Strife, Thankfulness, The Lord
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The Life of A Vampire
The Life of A Vampire by Michael DoyleA new vampire feels invincible at nightBut it’s quite the opposite in sunlight.Transformational in a flash of firsts,The provocations are felt in the thirst.Vampires are the apex predators holding control,The keepers of life … Continue reading
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Tagged Apex Predator, Control, Horror, Invincible, Life, Murder, Poetry and Poems, Second Language, Soul, Sunlight, Thirst, Vampire, vampires
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The Details on Liberty Street
The Details On Liberty Streetby Michael DoyleMortality beats a heavy drum in perspective.Memories of past conversations are kept respectiveOf all the years that have since come and gone.Only the night herself can say when to move on.The sharing of souls … Continue reading
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Tagged Books, Confession, Conversation, Desecration, Details, Error, Fiction, Horror, Liberty Street, Memory, Morbidity, Mortaility, Movies, Negotiation, Night, Perspective, Poetry and Poems, Reconciliation, Respective, Share, Soul, Truth, Undead, Unsaid, Vampire, vampires, Years
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Counting the Days
Counting the Daysby Michael DoyleI hear from some voices to accentuateThe closest approximation to the positive.Sometimes that’s hard with all the dysfunctionalityThat comes from being part of the human family.I have to remind myself that I am not falling,And these … Continue reading
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Tagged Accentuate, Alright, Amusement, Approximation, Blame, Calling, Clock, Count, Days, Death, Dream, Dysfuntionality, Epidemic, Explore, Faded Questions, Falling, Future Shock, Hold On Tight, Human FAmily, Improvement, lLife, Love Another, Moon Up, Out of Control, Pandemic, Poetry and Poems, Positive, Remind, Rock, Roll, Shame, Soul, Sunrise, Surprise, Taste, Voice, Waste, Whie
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I Am More Than
I Am More Thanby Michael DoyleSomewhere beneath the scratches and dust Is the man who has survived life’s bust.Though sometimes coiled up and hissing,I am well aware of the things I’m missing.I am more than this collection of bones.I know … Continue reading
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Tagged Battered, Belongs, Beneath, Bones, Bruised, Call and Response, Certain, Christianity, Coiled Up, Collection, Comfort, Control, Crawl, Dance, Dust, Every Note, Fail, Faith, Floor, God, Hissing, Home, Human Being, I Am, Jesus, Life, Living Water, Lost, Love, Loving FAther, Man, Missing, More, My Love, No More, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Prevail, Scratcches, Seen, Sing, Sorrow, Soul, Survivor, Test of Time, Testimony, The Lord, Tomorrow, Troubles, Vidtory, Walk Alone
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Fifty-Five Years Gone
Fifty-Five Years Goneby Michael DoyleFrom crayons to my sister’s perfume,I was lost deep inside the White Room.Things of death made me feel fear,And I needed another atmosphere.I lost myself on memory lane,Half convinced that life slips down the drain.Looking for … Continue reading
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Tagged 45s, AM Radio, Atmosphere, Autumn Leaves, Beginning, Call, Closed Door, Crawl, Crayon, Cry, Death, Different, Drain, DU, Experiment, Fall, Fear, Feeling Sound, Fifty-Five Years, Find, FM, Fortune, Gone, Hit, Inside, Kicks, Madman, Memory Lane, Music, Never-Ending, New Opportunity, Perfume, Player, Poetry and Poems, Read, Reverent, Shaman, Shout, Soul, Stage, Stereo Long Play, Twist, Unimpressed, Variant, Wasteland, Way Out, White Room, Wounded Prided
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