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Writings On My Wall

Writings On My Wallby Michael DoyleI sit here like some poor lost soul.I am regretful of the times I’ve lost control.Now, I sit here quiet as a church mouse,My fractured memories churn inside like a ghost house.Thinking of how like … Continue reading

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It’s Not So Funny Now

It’s Not So Funny Nowby Michael DoyleIt seems like the truth behind so many stories.We had to dare the lightning to find the glories.Yesterday’s lessons, we thought would never end,These were the moments we really needed a friend.It’s really not … Continue reading

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Humanity’s Eclipse

Humanity’s Eclipseby Michael DoyleIt seems worthy of recallThat none of us has a crystal ball.We might want to see what’s next,But the best we have is what connects.Will it be humanity’s eclipse – As we fall before a robot apocalypse?Or … Continue reading

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What’s the Horror?

What’s the Horror?by Michael DoyleWhat’s the horror, you might ask.It seems my life is an endless taskIt seems what I take off the listIt only points to things that I’ve missedIn this rush toward year’s endIt seems I’ve not been … Continue reading

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Shape Shifting Ideologies

Shape Shifting Ideologiesby Michael DoyleIn this age of putrid and flaccid philosophy We have turned our faith away from mankindSome feel AI is a better path than ideologiesIn which undefined concepts are a forced bindWe bid the surface farewell and … Continue reading

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Watercolor Still Life

Watercolor Still Lifeby Michael DoyleWhen you ask me about the Harlem Renaissance I have to ponder and work out my best responseArt Deco found its African American affirmationDelivered as a watercolor still life in confirmationThat things are never quite as concise … 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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Living In God’s Purposes

Living In God’s Purposesby Michael DoyleI attach my heart as I bringMy all to the words that I singA struggle to my way in the seasonSearching for faith despite my reasonSometimes, faith is in the nameIt doesn’t matter, but just … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Love Recognizes No Barriers. It Jumps Hurdles, Leaps Fences, Penetrates Walls To Arrive At Its Destination Full of Hope

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” – Maya Angelou

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Leather Jacket Nerves

Leather Jacket Nervesby Michael DoyleThere I was bleeding on the insideHidden behind the tall wallThat bears the scars of my prideA worn mask with a hidden callNot quite worn as a poker faceDrifting back in my perilous dazeWe would toughen … Continue reading

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