“The true liberty of the press is amply secured by permitting every man to publish his opinion; but it is due to the peace and dignity of society, to inquire into the motives of such publications, and to distinguish between those which are meant for use and reformation, and with an eye solely to the public good, and those which are intended merely to delude and defame. To the latter description, it is impossible that any good government should afford protection and impunity.” – Thomas McKean
“Light makes photography. Embrace light.” – George Eastman
Like My Dream Child
by Michael Doyle
It feels chaotic, sight unseen,
Falling for another human being.
Passion is a burning thing.
But for some, a voice adds up to nothing.
Love is an awesome journey,
As you tell me of your destiny.
You say you want what's inside,
The things that most of us try to hide.
You thrill me like my dream child,
You love in abandon, but not so wild.
I feel like you're my walking dream.
And me? I'm just another human being.
Overthinking, as I often do,
Has scared me away from making true
My desire finds it is free in you.
Your voice tells me that it's true.
A connection through the heart,
It is the most beautiful way to start.
Love in the smile of conversation
Brings two together in their destination.
You thrill me like my dream child,
You love in abandon, but not so wild.
I feel like you're my walking dream.
And me? I'm just another human being.
Cast aside through our preconception,
Or can there be a true connection?
With you, there was no such decision.
Cupid's arrow hit me with precision.
You're living proof of miracles every day.
I guess to explain it in yet another way,
I've found it in the magic of your birthday.
We'd not have met any other way.
You thrill me like my dream child,
You love in abandon, but not so wild.
I feel like you're my walking dream.
And me? I'm just another human being.
From the moments of our first date,
I have found that we truly resonate.
It might be something as simple as fate.
But loving you is something that won't wait.
There's a lot to be said for honesty.
It moves my heart beyond just the quality.
I hear the hints and traces of familiarity,
And honestly, I can picture our future family.
You thrill me like my dream child,
You love in abandon, but not so wild.
I feel like you're my walking dream.
And me? I'm just another human being.
(c) March 13, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“The question is, not what rights naturally belong to man, but how they may be most equally and effectually guarded in society.” – Roger Sherman
“It was we, the people; not we, the white male citizens; nor yet we, the male citizens; but we, the whole people, who formed the Union…. Men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less.” – Susan B. Anthony
Tragic Seasons
by Michael Doyle
Suddenly, once upon a time,
We thought that we had learned
Those things of faith and trust
Could somehow be magically earned.
If only we learned to see
The other side differently.
Mostly, we wanted to believe
The best of the world we conceive.
But then we learned to look for signs,
To see the adversary for their designs.
We learned to believe in who was concealed,
And look for reality when the face was revealed.
We learn the languages of deception,
When we see each other as we truly are.
Each side's bargain brings its connection,
Bringing us closer from afar.
It matters little whether person or country.
We must believe what we are shown.
The words we speak are simple mythology
Meant to cover up truths never fully known.
When we search for answers in fairytales,
We learn that the truest versions come to consequence.
And though we might throw pennies down wishing wells,
What we find are lies and monster pay recompense.
Some secrets are to be kept inside,
Hidden behind a prideless veil.
It's not that it's a matter of pride,
But that each knows that it's just as well.
These are the clueless games we learn to play.
We keep harm's way at arm's length,
While never putting all our cards on display.
Life is a negotiation made from a position of strength.
Time brings us to our deals with the Devil.
We tell ourselves these are for good reasons,
Until we find ourselves never quite on the level,
And that our reasons change with life's seasons.
There is a truth that only two souls can share.
It begins with a smile and ends in true care.
Whoever said that life isn't inevitably fair
Has never found themselves n love's snare.
(c) March 12, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“There are two kinds of music. Good music, and the other kind.” – Duke Ellington
“Government is a trust, and the officers of the government are trustees. And both the trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people.” – Henry Clay
To Your Glory
by Michael Doyle
My mind has understood,
Your way is that of the good.
Knowing what I know,
My faith is more than just a show.
Your path is the one that is right.
I'm keeping Heaven in my sight.
There's no need to search high or low,
Not since knowing what I know.
Looking back, I see what you've done.
Since I've followed the Father and the Son.
Faithfulness is a forever thing.
It's to your glory that I sing.
There have been times when I've felt weak,
And I felt that I could not speak.
In your presence, I feel a need to praise.
You are the sustainer of my days.
Your truth has been revealed
In the moments that I've held.
You move me and all that's good.
In my growing faith, it's understood.
Looking back, I see what you've done.
Since I've followed the Father and the Son.
Faithfulness is a forever thing.
It's to your glory that I sing.
(c) March 11, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“My feelings are too loud for words
And too shy for the world.” – Dejan Stjanovic
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