Looking around in comparison, And experiencing what I've done and not done, To be honest, there's grace in my history, And I have relied a lot on mercy.
I feel a lot of loving kindness my way Without hessed, I wouldn't have made it to today. Sowed with love, my life has grown Through all of God's love I have been shown.
God's word has seen me through my fails And somehow saved me from a path to Hell. All of the times that I've walked outside His law, Only to return when I listened to His call.
That's the thing about the boundaries of grace. Now I do my best to stay within God's embrace. And as much as I have been forgiven, I know to show this love and grace in every step I live in.
To forgive and forget includes me and you. We walk in God's freedom in all that we do. Looking back on all of our living history, What we see most is God's sweet victory.
Embracing our encounters with God teaches us enough - That living for God is real, not a bluff. God responds to our extended hand with His strong hand. In every way, He is loving and gracefully understands.
And though I do my best to continuously serve, I see my mistakes but live for His purpose. Faithfully, I continue to press on in my walk And I hope that is so much better than my talk.
Joined together as partners in compassion's prayer, We'll meet in that place where God is there, And as long as we meet God in His sacred place, We will be filled with His love, protected by His grace.
We will be filled with His love, protected by His grace.
(c) October 4, 20226 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” – Lamentations 3:22-23
All victories carry costs incomparable. Some of these are blatantly unbearable. Still, battles against monsters must be won If the worst evil is to become undone.
Cartel leaders order innocents to death, Without pause, in a sinful breath. Signaling death warrants as a device, These death lords are careless with their vice.
How do you unbreak the broke? Words shattered as a brave man spoke. Looking on his woman's grave, The love of his life, he couldn't save.
Like musical scores played on deadly violins, The blood flows from crime-related violence. It's just the cost of doing this sort of business. It's nothing personal if it's all blandly faceless.
Forget the subtle nuances and chilling allegories, Murder for hire and rampantly unfolding horror stories Have no other reason but to kill for misbegotten thrill. These kinds of monsters have a view to the kill.
How do you unbreak the broke? Words shattered as a brave man spoke. Looking on his woman's grave, The love of his life, he couldn't save.
Where there is now deep grief, there was deep love. Those who survive seek solace in prayer to the above. The ghosts of their memories walk beside us every day. Those left living carry on because there is no other way.
The politicians have a lot of excuses they keep giving, While the rest of us carry on the business of living. Fear is the currency on which these monsters feed, Only by escaping addiction will humanity be freed.
How do you unbreak the broke? Words shattered as a brave man spoke. Looking on his woman's grave, The love of his life, he couldn't save.
(c) October 3, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Honest conviction is my courage; the Constitution is my guide.” – Andrew Johnson
Interestingly, among popular quotes, I believe Andrew Johnson is among the last presidents to rightfully assert that our nation is a REPUBLIC, not a democracy. I detest every time I hear our political figures wrongfully surrender our chosen form of governance for the rule of the mob.
“The utopian schemes of leveling and a community of goods, are as visionary and impractical as those which vest all property in the crown. These ideas are arbitrary, despotic, and, in our government unconstitutional.” – Samuel Adams
The DSA therefore promotes unconstitutional ideas and should be barred from advancing in our government.
The worst kind of monster Hides just beneath the norm. To the untrained eye, It's a very human form.
They feel benign and harmless, Even if, just a bit charmless. Until the curtain pulls back And all hope turns to sheer black.
A player piano sounds like a nursery rhyme When all is lost within a true crime. We hear the discordant as it plays, Seconds before it's time to pray.
Lizzy searches her house for an axe, Destined to let fall 40 well-swung hacks. Revenge sings the names: daddy and mommy The rest they say is nightmares of history.
Mommy received 40, and Daddy got his 41, The whole place was messy before it was done. That axe of hers loved to wail and sing Until on the gallows, she would swing.
Breathing in just to breathe out Miss Lizzy removed everyone's doubt. Women are capable of sinister things, Especially when her inner demon sings.
Mother tightened the suffocating corset And pretended to teach things not to forget. The goal was to remove Lizzy's innocence. So much for such foul intents.
Paint-by-number was presumed to be the way to live. After all, a vestal virgin really had nothing to give. So her hateful mother often plainly said In he acted, planting disdain in Lizzy's head.
Imbeciles are not allowed to linger As her suitor put a ring on her finger. Strike a match and light a fire - There is truth in every liar.
There is truth in all the lies, And you can see them in Lizzy's eyes. The wretched lack of love fed the monster inside Until the day that monster could no longer hide.
(c) October 1, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
