Tag Archives: Sublime

Minding the Gap

Minding the Gapby Michael DoyleAn angel looked at our pretense at good.Or the lack thereof, as it’s understood.Finding God where I call my earthly home,In His presence, I find I’m never alone.Blessings of good news are heard,No matter what’s happened … Continue reading

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Until It Unfolds

Until It Unfoldsby Michael DoyleLife’s biggest projectsAre a lot to figure out.Life success, not reject.Even the best life has doubt.Because of this or despite this,We don’t want to have a miss.So we find ourselves pressing onUntil all our tomorrows are … Continue reading

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It’s Sublime

It’s Sublimeby Michael DoyleDisappearing moments spentIn all of my hours lentI walk along the wooded trailsThinking about all of life’s talesI watch with quiet fascinationAs all of the glory of creationPraise His holy nameAs he lifts up, even the lameWalking … Continue reading

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Crossing Over From Greenpoint

Crossing Over From Greenpointby Michael DoyleMy crossing over from Greenpoint into the cityEvery day was had via subway and was not prettyAnd it was different for a Californian manYet, there was no other way into ManhattanAt least, not that made … 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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Home Is Felt

Home Is Feltby Michael DoyleBanging on the walls of our spacesChecking the layout of our placesPopping the bottle of our cheerWe’ll find our way to make our thereThe there of our shared creature comfortLearning how we’ll fit and comportSpinning around … Continue reading

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First Principles: From the Practice of the Purest Virtue, You May Be Assured You Will Derive the Most Sublime Comforts In Every Moment of Life, and In the Moment of Death

“Dependence begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition.” ― Thomas Jefferson

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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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Politically Incorrect Revisited

Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading

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As If From Nowhere

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading

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