Benny Doyle : Writing

So, when the full moon shines upon...

So, when the full moon shines upon...

A Poem by Benny Doyle


please send us back from whence we came. the unabated state of blame. life is life by any name, and love is love, but still a game... and all we thoug..
Our coaxed and costly vow

Our coaxed and costly vow

A Poem by Benny Doyle


Another hour sheds its grace when all we have is time... another soul in lonely space, from heights that we can't climb... we gravitate, we mediate, o..
Our coaxed and costly vow pt.2 (the bet)

Our coaxed and costly vow pt.2 (the bet)

A Poem by Benny Doyle


This bad luck streak, so un-unique, that long lost summer day. you seek the weak, but only speak to souls about to stray... It's evident with evidence..
did i die?

did i die?

A Poem by Benny Doyle


It's still a loss despite the win, let's roll the dice to spite the sin, drying eyes entice the grin, my heart is old and growing thin... past life si..
name calling

name calling

A Poem by Benny Doyle


Potential peace is more arcane than sweating brow and piercing vein, my love to Charles Foster Kane, is life a game of flash and feign? Ideas stem fro..
Ode to the ominous amen...

Ode to the ominous amen...

A Poem by Benny Doyle


Ode to the ominous amen... We know this place, confined in space, embedded in a thought. our fall from grace, or times we chase the memory we forgot....