Tag Archives: Whisper

The Framing of Frida

The Framing of Fridaby Michael DoyleStains of colors come aliveThese help one to liveWe are happy as we arriveFinding life giving what it has to giveWe run as fast as the breezeThat whisper lessons under backyard treesSome are laughing at … Continue reading

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A Nephilim Hypothesis

A Nephilim Hypothesisby Michael DoyleThere were legends of giants in those daysWho walked the earth living beside manThe Bible explains their different waysAs sons of God from the daughters of manJust who were the NephilimWho lived in a past that … Continue reading

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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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A New Horizon

A New Horizonby Michael DoyleOpen up your eyes and seeLook into the new horizonThe morning light brings possibilityShining on without corruptionThe purity of this new dayLies in your hands to be madeThe rain may fall along the wayBut don’t hide … Continue reading

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Time and Illusion

Time and Illusionby Michael DoyleWalking through life’s many milesI count my wins by my smilesSome might think I’ve been abusedBut mostly, I stand amusedAll the countless false chargesDesigned by enemies to somehow enlargeThe bad things I’ve sometimes doneIn the end, … Continue reading

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My Forever Valentine

My Forever Valentineby Michael DoyleAll the moments of life are lentCarelessly given and heavenly spentIt’s the separation and the lossThat defines what’s the bossCome away with me quietlyGiving your consent spoken and silentlyOpenly expressed inside your smileTelling me you’ll give … Continue reading

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Sparked Distraction

Sparked Distractionby Michael DoyleAll the world is extraordinaryThere is so much to seeIn every moment and all actionsThere is the spark of distractionHopefully and creativelyYour safety is found in beautyAs you go out into the world to seeAll there is … Continue reading

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What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?

What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?by Michael DoyleWith a touch of her handHe finds happiness againWith her look, he understandsWhat he is meant to ascertainHer walking beside himMakes his sight less dimAs he opens his heart to seeHer … Continue reading

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Step Inside A Haunted Mansion

Step Inside A Haunted Mansionby Michael DoyleWhat if death was not the endingBut instead, just a new beginning?What if the paranormal was realAnd not just something that we feel?Skepticism has its own kind of turningIn all walks of life, we … Continue reading

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Into the Blackest Night

Into the Blackest Nightby Michael DoyleAfter a charlatan’s talk of romanceShuffled by in the cards of chanceFriends from the other side tell the taleHalf past the shaded gates of HellIt seems that games of chance are legendaryAs sleight of hands … Continue reading

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