“Love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep loving them, and they can’t stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they’ll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That’s love, you see. It is redemptive” – Martin Luther King Jr.
Chords splash down the hallways Reminding me of my earliest days. All the records with wings on, They don't require another time zone.
Leading the procession down the crosswalk, They were bent over in the doubletalk. Walking back into the places called home, There's zero chance of crashing alone.
If the walls could sing, The sweet memories they'd bring. Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow, Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.
The magic that was heard happening here, There's not a chance that it will ever disappear. Dreams like this are born to never die. It's a spirited thing with no question why.
The walls are filled with the past's vibration. It fills the heart with magical inspiration. Saint John's Wood, Studio Number Three, Abbey Road captured Elgar's waxen symphony.
If the walls could sing, The sweet memories they'd bring. Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow, Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.
In this studio, like almost no other, A waxen disc would become the mother Of generations of music through rock ' n ' roll. In came Cliff Richard with an easy stroll.
Rock ' n ' roll was once dismissed as strange, But t filled the world with its musical change. Along came the year of 1900 and Sixty-Two And a Liverpool hit was made from "Love Me Do."
If the walls could sing, The sweet memories they'd bring. Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow, Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.
In a zone of pleasure that pleased you and me, There was a new sound in the music industry. Shaking it up with a bit of twist and shout, There were newish vibes that came to remove all doubt.
There is a bit of soul in every given note. You can hear it reflected in every chorus they wrote. An aura of happiness lived in every song. Every note found a pocket to belong.
If the walls could sing, The sweet memories they'd bring. Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow, Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.
(c) June 6, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
When the world keeps coming, The joy of the Lord keeps me running. With each day comes a new dawn. With the rising Son, darkness is soon gone.
This day, the Lord has made, Brings joy that will never fade. In all my living, loving days, My heart is full of praise.
Thankfully, filled with God's presence. Every house of worship has His essence. We gather in prayerful contemplation, And remain grateful for our redemption.
The miracles, they keep coming, As all my days keep running. Always coming, forming from each other In joyous love for one another.
There is healing in all His ways, Bringing reverent beauty in all our days. All of our days are filled with God's love As we practice our ways from above.
Thankfully, filled with God's presence. Every house of worship has His essence. We gather in prayerful contemplation, And remain grateful for our redemption.
“I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. … I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories – science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” – Ray Bradbury
“Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.” – Giacomo Casanova
My apologies for missing a day. I entered the emergency room at 2 am on June 2nd, had a swift but short fight for my life, and won. A severe UTI out of seemingly nowhere. When I follow up at the urologist soon, maybe we’ll get some answers and a path to healing that will preclude this from ever happening again. I don’t think I’ll have the energy to write a poem today. After getting my medicine and eating dinner, I laid down for a 15 minute nap and only just woke up hours later. Please forgive my laziness. It’s not intentional.
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 