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Thought For the Day: There Are Only Two Days In the Year That Nothing Can Be Done. One Is Called Yesterday and the Other Is Called Tomorrow

“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called Yesterday and the other is called Tomorrow. Today is the right day to Love, Believe, Do and mostly Live.” – The Dalai Lama

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Wondering About My Errors

Wondering About My Errorsby Michael DoyleI have been looking in the mirrorRevisiting all my errorsI have been thinking about the pastAll the beliefs that didn’t lastThe Devil visits my mindShowing ruins that I left behindBurning bridges to yesterdayIt seems so … Continue reading

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Demons, When They’re Not Concealed

Demons, When They’re Not Concealedby Michael DoyleCreatures of the night, they dareTo truly live; knowing life is rareHaving taken enough of it to knowThey are here to enjoy death’s showIt’s important to know saints have a pastAnd every sinner has … Continue reading

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Walking In A Mystery

Walking In A Mysteryby Michael DoyleThe preacher, in his way of reachingHas spent his time preachingThe fullness of God’s holy wordBounces in letters that have become blurredIn all of God’s glorious mysteryWe’ve heard history and prophecyJoined together as God’s legacyThe … Continue reading

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Children Jumping Shadows

Children Jumping Shadowsby Michael DoyleI listened to a whisper barely heardAbout separating myself from the herdIt wasn’t the desire to stand outAs much as it was living in worldly doubtI look around me, unable to truly seeWhat difference each can … 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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On Turning 17

On Turning 17by Michael DoyleThe days crawl slowly on one by oneAnd your birthday is past and doneI am still thinking on what it meansThat my baby girl has turned seventeenWasn’t it only just yesterdayThat you entered this world’s wayLaying … Continue reading

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A Question of Dimension

A Question of Dimensionby Michael DoyleA question awaits every believerIs God or Is God not a deceiverFrom this point, we’ll need evidenceConclusions must be drawn based on relevanceIs the Earth young? Or Is It Old?Are we to believe our eyes … Continue reading

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Tomorrow From Yesterday

Tomorrow From Yesterdayby Michael DoyleI’m listening to the memoriesI’m studying all the melodiesI’m listening to a lifetime of soundsQuietly mesmerized by what I’ve foundGoing all the way back to 1965It’s almost before I was aliveHere on the sonic avenue of … Continue reading

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The Secret Woes of Regret

The Secret Woes of Regretby Michael DoyleKept silence about better daysAre still remembered for the better waysWe once so happily lived inBefore the days of blood and drunken sinsWe clean the ship’s hull on the beachTo gain that extra knot … Continue reading

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