“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

“The world looks toward us as a country that may become a great nursery of arts and sciences.”– Francis Hopkinson

Close As A Promise
by Michael Doyle
When the world drags us apart,
I hope it is, you'll keep me in your heart.
Despite a world of endless treasons,
I find that I love you for sentimental reasons.
Your love shapes my fragile soul,
Like the irresistible beat of rock-n-roll.
And I find that given my chance,
I'd love my life to be our dance.
Holding you close as a promise,
The kind of promise met with a kiss.
If it's up to me, you'll stay the same,
Even to the day that you wear my name.
All these miles lived between,
It is that they don't mean anything,
Because as it has been from the start,
I'll always hold you in my heart.
All these times, pass slowly by,
And I don't want you to cry.
But I miss you more than you know.
I promise, I'll never let you go.
Holding you close as a promise,
The kind of promise met with a kiss.
If it's up to me, you'll stay the same,
Even to the day that you wear my name.
I feel your heartbeat,
Every time our eyes meet.
And I know that I love you,
In everything that you do.
The times that we're together,
These couldn't be better.
Even though we want them to,
I am so in love with you.
Holding you close as a promise,
The kind of promise met with a kiss.
If it's up to me, you'll stay the same,
Even to the day that you wear my name.
(c) July 17, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.” -Iris Murdoch

“Liberty is the greatest blessing that men enjoy, and slavery the heaviest curse that human nature is capable of.” – Stephen Hopkins


Cornfields of Oblivion
by Michael Doyle
Your heart is a black hole,
Devoid of life, like my soul.
Starting over with a new name,
Our guilt knows no shame.
We are each monsters in time,
Every sin made its separate crime.
Chasing down an endless road,
Given to escape, as we are told.
Hiding in cornfields of oblivion,
There's not a lot to carry on.
In this darkness in which we strive,
We do our best to stay unalive.
You are no longer wanted when you're dead,
And there is so much rage in your head.
Once you reach the dead end of revenge,
It's easy to know that you are unhinged.
Ripples in time know their tribulation,
Broken hearts are given in contribution.
A disobedient geometry comes to an end,
Knowing only the finality of death as its friend.
Hiding in cornfields of oblivion,
There's not a lot to carry on.
In this darkness in which we strive,
We do our best to stay unalive.
(c) July 16, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melody Beattie

“The Colonies are striding fast to independence, and ere long will build an empire upon the ruins of Great Britain; will adopt its Constitution, purged of its impurities, and from an experience of its defects, will guard against those evils which have wasted its vigor.” – William Hooper


Dancing In God's Grace
by Michael Doyle
Sometimes in a secret mirror,
I see whispers of a corrupted sky.
I feel weighed down by errors
That tease at questions without reply.
Believing still, my worst days aren't so bad
That they vanquish God's grace, leaving me sad.
My faith is there in my living confidence,
A thousand times, I look on God's face with reverence.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
In your undeserved kindness, your name is raised.
This is true, especially when I am lost.
In every word and movement, you are praised.
I know that it is you who has paid the cost.
Not just a pardon, grace is a godly power.
I trust n your healing in this eternal hour.
Your lessons in all I do are kept in my mind,
Knowing that a better friend, I will never find.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
(c) July 15, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“Remember something, if you will, about voting: Voting is not a horse race, you’re not going there thinking “Gee, I gotta pick the winner so I can brag to my friends ‘Oh, I picked so-and-so and he or she won'”. Voting is voting your heart and voting your conscience and when you’ve done that, don’t ever, EVER let a Democrat or Republican tell you that you’ve wasted your vote because the fact is, if you DON’T vote your heart and conscience then you HAVE wasted your vote.’ – Jesse Ventura

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