Thought For the Day: Socialism of Any Type Leads To A Destruction of the Human Spirit

“Socialism of any type leads to a total destruction of the human spirit.” – Alexander Solzhenitsyn

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First Principles: The Right To Freedom Being the Gift of God Almighty, It Is Not In the Power of Man To Alienate This Gift, and Voluntarily Become A Slave

“If men through fear, fraud or mistake, should in terms renounce and give up any essential natural right, the eternal law of reason and the great end of society, would absolutely vacate such renunciation; the right to freedom being the gift of God Almighty, it is not in the power of Man to alienate this gift, and voluntarily become a slave.” – Samuel Adams

Recalling this, keep these words in your heart and mind as you cast your ballots for freedom and liberty as well as away from these freedom takers and dividers, the Democratic Socialists who are attempting to rip asunder, the Republic of the United States. Vote on November 6, 2021, and use your ballot to stand up for America from this crooked and tyrannical Biden Administration and its allies.

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances
by Michael Doyle

The plague burns through old London Town
While God casts his eyes aside with a frown
Obsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle Vaine
Dorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insane

Remembrances of her and the true love once felt
Dorian stands in the rains as his tears slowly melt
Knowing the guilt and the shame of what he's done
As lightning strikes and he knows, Satan has won

Tears such as these will not ever change a thing
They will not return the blue skies; nor ever bring
Any measure of safety as he hides from his own name
As the years creep by lived inside the dark veil of shame

Another ray of sun dares to shine into his futile days
Bent on daydreaming and of changing Dorian's morose ways
She speaks of lunchtime picnics when it's pouring down
And has hope of making smiles from his constant frowns

Humbly vowing to redouble his efforts at making offense
He slyly banters endlessly in flirtations and pretense
As heartless as he is outwardly appearing to be charming
His life has been given to that of pleasurably harming

Some things are more precious because these things don't last
Dorian protests to her and all of the ghosts of his past
There is a difference between happiness and feeling pleasure
In the end, there's an accounting in keeping what we treasure

Going beneath the surface holds a peril to those unaware
Terrifying as it is to a wicked heart to be found without care
Evil, it seems, can appear as if something quite beautiful
But the cares of a true soul kept are far more wonderful

(c) October 27, 2021 Michael Doyle
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Memories of US

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Michelle’s Poem (A Poem for A Friend)

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Michelle's Poem (A Poem for A Friend)
by Michael Doyle

She's not beyond magic
To believe otherwise
Would be something tragic
You can see it in her eyes

She's got a laugh
For every season
In her way of knowing
Beyond all reason

In that sunshine way
She holds the world at bay
A new dream for every day
At least that's what they say

She says hello, goodbye
As she looks you in the eye
While singing of the Hunter's Moon
She has seen recently or will soon

While I don't mean to sound forward
She has a smile to light up the psych ward
Whistling a tune telling of coming far
She plays out her melody like a rock star

There are so many things that might be said
Most of these will be kept inside my head
But she asked me to write a poem or song
And I hope I did some justice even if it's too long?

(c) October 27, 2021 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Religion In A Family Is At Once Its Brightest Ornament and Its Best Security

“Religion in a Family is at once its brightest Ornament & its best Security.” – Samuel Adams, letter to Thomas Wells, 1780

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Thought For the Day: If You Talk To A Man In A Language He Understands, That Goes To His Head. If You Talk To Him In His Language, That Goes To His Heart

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.” – Nelson Mandela, activist, South African president, Nobel laureate (b. 1918)

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Thought For the Day: Take Away the Heritage of A People and They Are Easily Destroyed

“Take away the heritage of a people and they are easily destroyed.” – Karl Marx

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First Principles: The Whole World Would Gain By Setting Commerce At Perfect Liberty

“I think all the world would gain by setting commerce at perfect liberty.” – Thomas Jefferson (1785)

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Reflections On Dorian Gray VI: Tethered Leashes

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Reflections On Dorian Gray VI: Tethered Leashes
by Michael Doyle

A slit-throat bloodied scarf knows its sacrilege
As Dorian's portrait holds his stains like privilege
Hiding what's done in the waters by the river bank
It offers little good to say about position and rank

Until onto another night of sadistic revelry
Played out as though the darkness is celebratory
Prayers said politely by side of another's grave
For some, only death offers the only way to save

A telling tale of the dark things that we bring
While like lost children we play at rage and sing
There is a desperate existence that we strain to see
As we tarnish our souls beyond belief for an eternity

Life becomes burned inside the taste of a hot flame
Of words and meanings blurred to mention and defame
There becomes the illumination of his unholy name
As Dorian burns and becomes as one with the deepest flame

The cinders of life turn to coal heaped into its ash
Gone before we know it in a despicable rush of flash
Mothers have your children heed you as you warn
That some venturing out should wait until the morn

The whispered tales half-told are in form fully true
Traced in the flumes of smoke same as the raven flew
Nature will and does have so very much to answer for
In the losses from her natural causes we all deplore

Dorian drinks deeply of life's things without affliction
Except for his stumbled soul and darkest of addictions
A passion for life takes its compellingly strong toll
It keeps the monkey on Dorian's back and the devil in his soul

Religion kept in place of mostly forgotten superstition
And love's illusion proves false, not even a substitution
As he cuts the world into all of its severed pieces
While Cerberus escapes from its tethered leashes

(c) October 25, 2021 Michael Doyle
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Nostalgia Falls  - Under A Blood  Moon

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Benign Neglect

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Benign Neglect
by Michael Doyle

There is a benign neglect
Behind "with all due respect"
That cannot be missed
Even when sealed by a Judas kiss

Passions passed down by generation
Skills kept in veneration
The wrong path with correct conclusion
Still feels like it is mass confusion

Half-remembered, glanced at faces
Caught in slight by life's traces
Holds the strength of guarantees
In knowing the ways of life's uncertainties

This guilt of shame leads to crying
To think of things that feel like dying
Yet, we push on forward to go on
Battling to the end of humanity gone

(c) October 25, 2021 Michael Doyle
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