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Thought For the Day: I Don’t Know Any Other Way To Live But To Wake Every Day Armed With My Convictions, Not Yielding Them To the Threat of Danger

“I don’t know any other way to live but to wake up everyday armed with my convictions, not yielding them to the threat of danger and to the power and force of people who might despise me.” – Wole Soyinka

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If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Just In Case

Just In Caseby Michael DoyleI wake up feeling wonderfulAt the thought that you’re beautifulI lay there and slowly traceYour skin and the smile on your faceThinking to myself that all I knowIs the satisfaction of your glowAs I watch our … Continue reading

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No News, Anxiety Blues

No News, Anxiety Bluesby Michael DoyleEven though they tell meThat I wear victory’s crownThey’ll never totally sell meThat I should not feel downYes, I survived and stand aliveI can’t say the same for friendsPatriotic to the point of deep diveNow, … Continue reading

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The Radical Amazement of Life

The Radical Amazement of Lifeby Michael DoyleWaking up this morning, there’s no need for guessingThat each day of life is indeed an intricate blessingWith no doubt in my mind, I recognize this whollyThat just the pleasure of another day is … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading

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Midnight Reflections

Midnight Reflectionsby Michael DoyleSending I love you echoes across the canyon wallInto the frigid air of this late fallThinking to myself that you were once so nearNow gasping at the thought that you might disappearThe distance is no further than … Continue reading

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Changing the Narrative

Changing the Narrativeby Michael DoyleIt’s the heart of the matterTo stand firm and not shatterFrom the first heart’s beatWe are born to find our feetTo save a life, we do as we canListening gently offering our handMade in the likeness, … Continue reading

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Muted In Discovery

Muted In Discoveryby Michael DoyleMuted, frightened screamOverheard on the data streamStill recovering from Covid isolationUnable to leave the habitationFiltering fragments in questionFeelings born in their hesitationCrimes hint at interpretationThere is something lost in this conceptionThinking in terms of last exclusionThere … Continue reading

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