“Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.” – C.S. Lewis
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Thought For the Day: Of All Tyrannies Sincerely Exercised For the Good of Its Victims May Be the Most Oppressive
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First Principles: If We Fail To Check the Power of the Judiciary, I Predict That We Will Eventually Live Under Judicial Tyranny
“Power is the great evil with which we are contending. We have divided power between three branches of government and erected checks and balances to prevent abuse of power. However, where is the check on the power of the judiciary? If we fail to check the power of the judiciary, I predict that we will eventually live under judicial tyranny.” – Patrick Henry
A Life’s Quest For Wisdom
A Life's Quest For Wisdom
by Michael Doyle
The quest for wisdom is one for which we yearn,
There is so much of life that even as we learn,
We cannot help but see for ourselves as we analyze,
There is so much more than we see with our own eyes.
In the rugged decisions that life's judge gaveled,
There are roads seen and others we've seldom traveled.
Spirit informs and shapes the soul of all that matters.
Regardless of our strength, this world spurts and shatters.
Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.
We look unblinkingly into the harshest of our reality,
Holding strongly to the truth to not allow its fatality.
Words come, go, and pass into the night of rationalization,
And one by one, they align until we form American civilization.
Partly orthodoxy, and partly heresy as each has occurred,
But neither holds all the cards of mercy followed by the herd.
It is the rumble buzz of being acquainted with the night,
In the peaceful stars, we find the inspiration of neon lights.
Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.
It is the struggle to fortify ourselves against tragedy
That forms the strands of courage that build society.
The beauty of our dreams takes away our self-deception
And through this, we find our way to our consolation.
In this triumphant respite, we manage to overcome despair
And find our way together toward a nation of due care.
It is this faith in mankind that forms the lines of poetry
That confines our souls into our well-intentioned humility.
Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.
(c) March 4, 2026 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: My First Wish Is, To See This Plague of Mankind Banished From the Earth, and the Sons and Daughters of This World Employed In More Pleasing and Innocent Amusements
“My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind.” – George Washington
Thought For the Day: A Constant Inner Smile, A Smile To Oneself Insured Health, Happiness, and Longevity…Smiling To Yourself Is Like Basking In Love
“In ancient China, the Taoists taught that a constant inner smile, a smile to oneself, insured health, happiness and longevity. Why? Smiling to yourself is like basking in love: you become your own best friend. Living with an inner smile is to live in harmony with yourself.”- Mantak Chia
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Too Many Voices
Too Many Voices
by Michael Doyle
The mourning after is brought by its happy day.
Maybe it amounts to the memory kept, and by the way.
How do I keep you today, hoping for our tomorrow,
Without my smile, sometimes slipping into sorrow.
If I should ever lose the love of your promise,
It would not be something I could easily dismiss.
There's an obvious justice trapped in my tragedy
Of looking into your eyes and witnessing your majesty.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
Rock, paper, scissors, we're only passing through.
All the same, I believe only you will ever do.
Time has its way of feigning its much ado.
Some of the best lies told were earnestly true.
The clouds that never rain fadeaway too soon,
Like spoken dreams shared under the orphan moon.
Gathered pieces only hope to make the heart whole,
But they can't help the void you would leave in my soul.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
Imagination reaches its dramatic intensity,
And I find myself thunderstruck with the immensity.
I gaze into the rising sun and its temptation,
Wondering if your kiss and touch were my initiation.
My lines of poetry seek to justify their development,
Thoughts kept inside seek your touch for nourishment.
Dazed though I am at your rebuff, love is still the light,
And my love for you burns like an ember of what's right.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
(c) March 3, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Treat All Men Alike. Give Them All the Same Law. Give Them An Even Chance To Live and Grow. All Men Were Made By the Same Great Spirit
“If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace. Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.” – Chief Joseph
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First Principles: Peace Is Not To Be Purchased By the Sacrifice of Truth
“Peace is not to be purchased by the sacrifice of truth.” – John Calvin
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Quiver
Quiver
by Michael Doyle
I reach for words from a quiver of choices,
Drowning in a wave of three kinds of voices.
This, then, is what makes up the poet's armory
And the choices made make for dissonance or harmony.
I find myself talking to me or sometimes nobody,
But always I fake my truths as though I do this nobly.
Sometimes I do these things as if before an audience,
At other times, I only whisper quietly in my defiance.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
When no one is looking I create drama within my verse,
Trying to conjure T.S. Elliot, but maybe a bit perverse.
Because I know his greatness is something of I'm not capable.
But maybe if I try, I might say something notable.
Rafael's century of sonnets signal the inner path
Of star-crossed lovers as slaves to the god of math.
The Brownings waltzed across the pages well respected.
Yet, a million other lovers will remain forever neglected.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
A Shakespeare is only found in his characters created,
But what he said touched the soul, and is widely imitated.
Through his words is found the truth most forbidden,
That poetry is everywhere and yet it remains half hidden.
A great love poem is meant to be casually overheard.
We all know this as our lives crisscross becoming blurred.
All of us hurt differently exhausting moments good and bad.
We know we have made a difference when others catch our sad.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
(c) March 2, 2026 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Liberty Is A Word Which, According As It Is Used, Comprehends the Most Good and the Most Evil of Any In the World
“Liberty is a word which, according as it is used, comprehends the most good and the most evil of any in the world.” – Oliver Ellsworth
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 