Tag Archives: Yesterday

To Catch A Falling Star

To Catch A Falling Starby Michael DoyleSometimes I feelThis is not my worldI find myself searchingLooking for the doorThat will lead me awayFrom this wrong worldAnd to a place I belongFrom the ashes of yesterdayI feel as if I must … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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Until the Sky Cracks

Until the Sky Cracksby Michael DoyleI get the factThat it’s not an actWhile the sun still glowsYour pessimism growsUntil the sky cracksAlong the back tracksThat play like yesterdayAnd its charades along the wayIt sounds like somethingWe had decided was nothingBrought … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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Into Something More

Into Something Moreby Michael DoyleStrive and fight for a better lifeFinding believed in utopia was naughtBut disappointment with hints of strifeIdeals purchased with bloodied tears soughtOnly to find these too lacking in the endAnd while life goes on, we cannot … Continue reading

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Constitution Is Not Subject To… Fluctuations. It Is To Have A Fixed, Uniform, Permanent Construction.

“Temporary delusions, prejudices, excitements, and objects have irresistible influence in mere questions of policy. And the policy of one age may ill suit the wishes or the policy of another. The constitution is not subject to such fluctuations. It is … Continue reading

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Until Humanity is Gone

Until Humanity Is Goneby Michael DoyleThese parasites came to bring decayDestroying the vestiges of yesterdayThey prey on the last of our humanityKilling in waves depleting our societyMaking it impossible to be withstoodSetting fire to our planet and its woodsRats, insects … Continue reading

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Echo Chambered

Echo Chamberedby Michael DoyleI’ve tried to fit inBut here we are againSo many interested in the echoChambered and not the ebb and flowTo me, I find a lot to think onAs I watch life’s tides flowToo little time for arguing … Continue reading

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