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Does It Make You Cry?

Does It Make You Cry?by Michael DoyleWhen you’re tired of laughing,Does it make you cry?This life you’ve been living, It turned out to be a lie.When you’ve given all you can,And your best isn’t good enough,Sometimes it’s hard to be … Continue reading

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Laughing At Life

Laughing At Lifeby Michael DoyleHere I am, sitting on the floor.I’m lost in numbers, collating the score.I’m not saying that I need it easy.But wish for once it would even up to please me.We’re laughing at all of life’s dramady,But … Continue reading

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And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)

And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)by Michael DoyleFacing the music as it begins to playI, in my pulpit of one, begin to pray.Lost within my sense of inconsolable dreams,I take comfort in the prophet’s endless screams.Time went on, … Continue reading

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Fiona’s Bee

Fiona’s Beeby Michael DoyleThere by the grace of April’s sleetWas a bumble bee at Fiona’s feetIt was good to start her morning pleasantlyCaught up in a childhood memoryHer father had taught her to pet them gentlyFiona did so then very … Continue reading

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Faith Where Satan Lives

Faith Where Satan Livesby Michael DoyleThere are times of great expectationBut none so much as in RevelationEschatology teaches us, and we learnAll the things that we need to discernKnowing what is spoken is realHas the possibility of making our spine … Continue reading

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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism

The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading

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Life Under the Black Sail

Life Under the Black Sailby Michael DoyleUnder the black sailIt’s hard to trustBut if you’re to surviveYou find you really mustIn this world There is always doubtBut it’s never acknowledgedOr often talked aboutThis is a placeWhere among the plans conceivedAnd … Continue reading

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What Used To Be

What Used To Beby Michael DoyleI remember when I showed my daughterWhat it was that used to once beShared like a loving fatherIn the twenty-second centuryWe dominated with technologyForgetting the natural carrying capacityAnd reframed the world in uglinessTo which her … 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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