Out here in the cold mornings of the suck, Each man learns to burn his own piece of luck. Each man is more fragile than he seems, But each of them has a passion for American Dreams.
Still, everyone mourns in their own way, Some mourn best by being alone. It's hard to push beyond the day. A heart becomes little more than a jagged stone.
Pushed to the point of death, There is little for space than found in faith. A struggle in life just for breath. It belongs best to the sacred God of faith.
Our unit holds together as a family, Believing in the truth of our special community. We stake to all the sacred rites, As our eyes search out into the nights.
On the canyon rim, I close my eyes, And I hear your voice in the word. Your time came as a complete surprise, And somehow grieve you less, my friend.
(c) September 2, 2006 Michael Doyle All Rights Reservedo
To the disbelief of our Father's Kingdom, Satanists are sneaking in through religious freedom. Though religious freedom is rather simple, I cannot find myself supporting the Satanic Temple.
Only to the godless is this farcical. It is not only Christians who are satirical. But there is a moment in the confluence, And designed for its dark influence.
Lucien Greaves has deeply held beliefs, And for this I will not give him any grief. Satan is held as the ultimate rebel against tyranny, But we know that licentiousness destroys liberty.
The Temple went after the Baptists of Westboro. They were hoping their infamy would grow. And indeed it did, for the Devil told them so. Blasphemy was the personal offense to grow.
Hidden behind religious expression Was the desire to keep refined pluralism, And direct the single ghastly impression - That to be evil is to live for happiness, not depression.
To live this life is to live for Satan's renewal And to hold this blatant mockery as a crown jewel. Satanism is meant to be part of the culture wars. It is to overthrow repressive tradition and social morals.
Referenced as it is as a form of liberation, Satanism is cast as Liberty's revelation. Spoken as if by possessed voices, Worshippers speak of this as exercising free choice.
Absent this, they say we are kept in the chains of slavery, And it only takes a willing slave to be up to knavery. Nobody wants to be a useful sort of foolish tool. Evil or divine, no one wants to be played for fools.
And yet by embracing these concepts as they appear, There are indeed fools who travel from far and near. This is a black rebellion against challenged authority. They would keep the darkness in all of its religiosity.
There are the ways of partial and pastoral blasphemy, Filled with nostalgia for the chains of perversity This is, indeed, what it takes to be locked in the sadness, And to surrender one's soul to Lucifer's madness.
(c) Sepbember 1, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“You need only reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen these days is to go about repeating the very phrases which our founding fathers used in the struggle for independence.” – Charles Beard
Life is filled with the unexpected When blessings feel more like being rejected. This happened to Ezekiel, too, And life comes hard as it happens to you.
Living through the Babylonian Exile, It must have felt like an endless mile. Certain as they were, they'd lost their nation Until the Lord permitted Israel its restoration.
Down in the valley of dry bones, The Israelites must have felt all alone. Certain that bones alone cannot live, This is when we learn what God can give.
We give to the Lord what we didn't know And then we wait for the Lord to show. This brings together what feels impossible. This is the miracle of which only God is capable.
Disorder and chaos become restoration As the Word of God becomes the explanation, And Order comes into God's sacred place. Our lives and relationships know God's grace.
The power of God comes through His communication As an unstoppable force bound by His relation. The legacy given is something beyond clever. It is found in God's Word, enduring forever.
Wearing these words becomes our lifestyle. It will get us through any burdensome mile. The breath of life proves itself necessary To bring the needed life that is legendary.
The Holy Spirit brings God's authority From beginning to end, the Spirit's true dignity. However little it is that we understand, The Spirit is God's presence over our land.
The Spirit of God becomes and is what is necessary. Without this, the Holy Church has lost its dignity. But with the Breath of God, we learn to live, And in this purpose, we find what God will give.
It's in the Spirit that we follow God's laws. Commissioned, we succeed despite our sinful flaws. We are capable of much in God's guiding Hour, As long as we give our struggles to God's healing power.
Standing on God's promises, I can stand firm. My life's purposes are such that I can confirm. Strong winds can sometimes come to blow, But God, not culture, is what we live by and know.
The tears of our lives are our history, And sometimes our belief comes with mystery. Still, as we stand, we do so in God's healing power. Life is breathed into us in this bold hour.
(c) August 30, 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 