Tag Archives: Tears

Waking From Lies

Waking From Liesby Michael DoyleThe life before usSeen as if waking from liesMaybe it never wasWe awake with opened eyesDanger stands on either sideWhile we choose our confessionWe can fake that it stops at wounded prideOr press forward despite our … Continue reading

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Waymaker

Waymakerby Michael DoyleI woke up this morningWith a shake and lurchThe alarm clock’s warningBarely got me up in time for churchBut there are promises madeThat once made, must be keptI walk with God never afraidDespite the tears I have weptKeeping … Continue reading

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She Says…

She Says…by Michael DoyleAll the ugly truthsThat have tried to push her backHave tripped her up, since her youthUntil grace gave her all she might lackThoughts of how abundance increasesGave her the hope to move on pastIn her story filled … Continue reading

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The Clock Keeps Ticking

The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading

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Reflections on Dorian Gray, Pt. IX: Released From This Evil

Reflections on Dorian Gray, Pt IX: Released From this Evilby Michael DoyleA chain smoked cigar puffed on to make amendsBetween two estranged who had once been friendsTo be young again and to set sail into the dawnUntil one realizes it … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrancesby Michael DoyleThe plague burns through old London TownWhile God casts his eyes aside with a frownObsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle VaineDorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insaneRemembrances of her and … Continue reading

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Christeaster Christians

Christeaster Christiansby Michael DoyleChristeaster ChristiansWithout real meaningTwice a yearFind their way homeChrister ChristiansIn their presence beingBubbled in their tearsFeel lost and aloneMiracles prayed forWithout believingFind their own wayHitting hard without courageThere must be moreDespite the deceivingCan it be felt todayLived … Continue reading

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To Live Beyond the Grave

To Live Beyond the Graveby Michael Doyle There are things I think onThat I wish not to be goneThere are words I have saidThat might help others ahead it’s these things I would saveTo extend these beyond the graveIn hope … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Bitterest Tears Shed Over Graves Are For Words Left Unsaid and Deeds Left Undone

“The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist and novelist (14 Jun 1811-1896)

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Na/GloPoWriMo #27: In A Cemetery Obscure

Na/GloPoWriMo #27: In A Cemetery Obscureby Michael DoyleToday’s walkFilled with historyFootsteps fallenIn the silent cemeteryMelancholy and forlornThis modern world Needs some of the ringlornTo realize, everyday is a questHarmless decision pointsLead to the agnosthesiaWords spoken and unspokenHold their forms of … Continue reading

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