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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
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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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Intricate In Arrangement
Intricate In Arrangementby Michael DoyleLoss of integral resplendenceBrothers of spiritual disciplineOff balance in our alchemyIt’s easy to get lost in the harmony.These are touches to the soulPlayed out in our rock ‘ n ‘ roll,It’s the music that moves the … Continue reading
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Tagged Aisle, Alchemy, Audience, Brothers, Crucified, Dance, Deified, Estrangement, Feet, Harmony, Hdart, Horn Section, Loss, Lost, Mistake, Music, Off Balance, Part, Perfection, Poetry and Poems, Providence, Rehearsal, Resplendence, Reverence, Rites of Survival, Rock'n'Roll, Soul, Spiritual Discipline, Street, Touches
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What One Bullet Can Do
What One Bullet Can Doby MichaelIt’s funny,What one bullet can do,Taking away peace…As it stunned me.Watching time run out for youAnd taking from me, my peace.Replacing peace with strife,Removing what had been bliss.What’s left is a gaping hole.It should have … Continue reading
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Tagged Ate Away, Bliss, Born, Bubbles, Bullet, Crime, Cue, Daytime, Demons, Dream, Dreams, Eagle, Emptiness, Gaping Hole, Good, Happiness, Heat Full of Sorrow, Hurt Children, Hurt Person, Issues, Keep, Kill, Last Prayer, Life, Lived, Loss, Monster, More, My World, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Shadow, Shooter, Shots Fired, Sin, Sleep, Soar, Soul, Strife, Stun, Talk, The Lord, Tiime, Tomorrow, Tragic, Troubled Soul, True, You
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Thought For the Day: Each Act of Unfaithfulness Toward Our Inner Being Is A Blot On Our Souls. If We Continue To Be Unfaithful, Our Souls Are Eventually Torn Apart
“Each act of unfaithfulness toward our inner being is a blot on our souls. If we continue to be unfaithful, our souls are eventually torn apart and we slowly bleed to death.” – Albert Schweitzer
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Tagged Albert Schweitzer, Bleed To Death, Blot, Each Act, Inner Being, Soul, Thought For the Day, Unfaithfulness
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 