On the Pathway

St. Brendan the Navigator - Don't Betray Me (Stations of the Cross)
On the Pathway
by Michael Doyle

On the pathway of my recovery
There was the load of self-discovery
Fining out who I was and had left
Was, at times, my positive half-step

The mistakes made, I had to learn
The stripes I have, I had to earn
Every scar has me reaching for stars
Stripped down to my dreams of going far

There are so many tears behind my smile
Though complaining was never my style
I'm going to raise it up with bottled cheer
Pressing on into the best of each new year

You know that there is plenty left to be said
About the crazy things going on inside my head
But it's probably best to leave it as it's done
Until I'm sitting with victory at last won

Let's hear it for the ones who keep on trying
Who don't sit down in their defeat, lost in crying
Always on the get back up and dusting off another try
It's that or stay down, and knowing ourselves as reason why

(c) February 2, 2023 Michael Doyle
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The Olive Tree - Random Corner Glimpse

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First Principles: It Is Proper You Should Understand What I Deem the Essential Principles of Our Government…Equal and Exact Justice To All Men, of Whatever Persuasion, Religious or Political

“It is proper you should understand what I deem the essential principles of our Government. … Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever persuasion, religious or political.” – Thomas Jefferson (1801)

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Thought For the Day: Mistakes Are the Portals of Discovery

“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.” – James Joyce, novelist (2 Feb 1882-1941)

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Cobblestoned Memories

It All Starts With a Smile
Cobblestoned Memories
by Michael Doyle

Cobbled together in our memories
Are the pictures of our communities
The pages drying out as histories
We will one day look on as our legacies

Talking in our circled tomorrows
Finding drops of happiness in our sorrow
Learning from each other to live again
Until looking in the mirror, we find a friend

Each new beginning wipes the slate
Starting afresh instead of accepting fate
This is how we find our way to our feet
Rising hard to victory instead of keeping our seat

It's about taking in all the sunrises
Without apologies for the surprises
That come along to make our days
Complete and fulfilling in a million ways

It's the things that make life right
That turns the darkness into light
There it is played across the splash screen
All the exploration behind all that we mean

(c) February 1, 2023 Michael Doyle
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La Vallée - Lighted Archway On A Cobblestone Path

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Thought For the Day: Kindness In Ourselves Is the Honey That Blunts the Sting of Unkindness In Another

“Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.” – Walter Savage Landor (30 Jan 1775-1864)

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First Principles: There Is But One Straight Course, and That Is To Seek Truth And Pursue Steadily

“There is but one straight course, and that is to seek truth and pursue it steadily.” —George Washington (1795-

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A Song of Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to One and All 2022 - Right Focus On Gratitude
A Song of Thanksgiving
by Michael Doyle

A song of thanksgiving
Sung to be brave
In need of forgiving
I claw my way from my grave

With apprehension
I am reaching out
Beyond comprehension
My thoughts are filled with doubt

Still, I dance
In your rain of kindness
Taking this chance
Despite my innate blindness

I raise my voice
Given up in praise
Hoping to live a better choice
I live again in these days

Caught up as I see
Learning again to love
Lived as my theology
As if in Heaven above

Rising above circumstance
To do those things for good
Set eyes on true relevance
Living the prayer I've understood

(c) January 31, 2023 Michael Doyle
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Home, Sweet, Home - Thankful For the Gift of This New Day

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First Principles: Public Virtue Cannot Exist In A Nation Without Private, and Public Virtue Is the Only Foundation of Republics

“Public virtue cannot exist in a nation without private, and public virtue is the only foundation of republics. There must be a positive passion for the public good, the public interest, honour, power and glory, established in the minds of the people, or there can be no republican government, nor any real liberty: and this public passion must be superiour to all private passions.” – John Adams (1776)

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Thought For the Day: Do Not Be Too Quick Too Assume Your Enemy Is A Savage Just Because He Is Your Enemy. Perhaps He Is Your Enemy Because He Thinks You Are A Savage

“Do not be too quick to assume your enemy is a savage just because he is your enemy. Perhaps he is your enemy because he thinks you are a savage. Or perhaps he is afraid of you because he feels that you are afraid of him. And perhaps if he believed you are capable of loving him he would no longer be your enemy.” – Thomas Merton, monk, writer (31 Jan 1915-1968)

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Inside A Glass Onion

Fantasy Faire -Lunafae -Dragon and Goddess
Inside A Glass Onion
by Michael Doyle

It's a dangerous thing
To speak without thinking
It's what the red pill brings
That leaves us drunker than drinking

Bringing the system down and broken
By being violently visible and outspoken
Willing to stab a friend in the face
For the fifteen minutes, you then embrace

That's the real disruption
That jades beyond corruption
As the victim golf claps the charade
Having moved beyond this masquerade

Crossing the lines, hour by hour
Bringing blossom to death's flower
Who knows the passion behind the smile
That makes the Mona Lisa worthwhile

The truth trips beyond all illusion
Crystalline clear yet clouding confusion
A napkin holds the sketch drawn
While the desperate push for the clawn-in

Splashing anxiety in idled paradise
The circumstances roll like loaded dice
Death shows us an unexpected dinner guest
It's the question of intentions that is the test

(c) January 30, 2023 Michael Doyle
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Looking Glass To the Faraway

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