Tag Archives: Soul

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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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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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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I Will Follow His Ways

I Will Follow His Waysby Michael DoyleAs shadows fall and night draws near,I put my faith in Jesus and shall not fear.I have listened to God in living my days.To my best, I will always follow His ways. I know … Continue reading

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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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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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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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Thought For the Day: The Mirror Reflects Your Image But Your Soul Reflects Your Beauty. In Every Glance, Every Tear, Every Smile, Your True Nature Shines Through

“The mirror reflects your image but your soul reflects your beauty. In every glance, every tear, every smile, your true nature shines through.” – Doe Zantamata

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Hoosier Rains

Hoosier Rainsby Michael DoyleIt has been over twenty years nowAnd it’s on my mind still somehow.I was driving, approaching the state lineOf Indiana, determined to make it mine.Shortly before the sight of the dunes, I had plannedTo visit like some … Continue reading

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Real Without Regret

Real Without Regretby Michael DoyleYou started realAnd sold out for a mansion.It’s the corporate feel,Soulless suits were never in fashion.Life is raw,And only sometimes pretty.Singing about what you sawIn every man’s town and city.This world can be strongly frayed.You hear … Continue reading

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