“The champions of socialism call themselves progressives, but they recommend a system which is characterized by rigid observance of routine and by a resistance to every kind of improvement. They call themselves liberals, but they are intent upon abolishing liberty. They call themselves democrats, but they yearn for dictatorship. They call themselves revolutionaries, but they want to make the government omnipotent. They promise the blessings of the Garden of Eden, but they plan to transform the world into a gigantic post office. Every man but one a subordinate clerk in a bureau.” – Ludwig Von Mises
Whether it was nobler In word or in deed, Never knowing if I'd get older From my worries, I was freed.
One moment in its delay, It could turn my world upside down And nothing I could say Would turn around that frown.
A focused half pose, Landed me in notes uncertain. Truth is that no one knows More than it's unhealthy to be hurting.
The half-pulled gun Might be an introduction to fun. Or it might be the battle won Before it has even really begun.
We lived where nothing could go wrong And inside leveled like notes in a song. It might produce a beautiful melody. Or it might become one last tragedy.
Corruption and indifference often rule In the world's places run by the fool. All of this was taught in the killing school Where jaded love is often the most cruel.
We talk to ourselves so that others might hear, Playing the bluff while managing our fear. Life's fleeting moments hold on tight, With all of us praying to get it right.
Somewhere there is an outbound flight. An operator watches only for the fight. There are battles waiting to be won Over arguments that should never have begun.
The penalty of living lives extraordinary Is spending half our time in purgatory. There are wounds that will never heal. Knowing this makes living life the real deal.
Knowing how to quit is not the skill set That men like us have acquired just yet. There's no time for losers, born to win. They knock us down so that we get back up again.
(c) September 29, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If ever a time should come when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in Government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin.” – Samuel Adams
It seems we have arrived at this point where both principal parties of these United States contain far too many vain and aspiring men who we should confront and remove from contention for positions of leaderhip for the good of our nation.
Looking for a church, I have definitely decided That I cannot live As a man divided.
All of me as I am Wishes to love and serve. As I see Christ's life and learn I see what is righteous and I deserve.
To live by faith as shown However wild the winds are blown. The Word leads the way Filling every moment of every day.
Like Jesus, so few really know me, I keep my mind on what is holy. Perhaps there can be too much familiarity When mixed in the memory of friends and family.
There is really nothing left to prove. I felt compelled to make this move. Taking up my cross, found dutifully, I have disappeared but go on living joyfully.
I have left people too far down. Yet, always seek to shake Jesus's crown. I refuse to live God's love in compromise And do my best to live on God's promise.
Though my life is not lived for glory, It is lived to follow and worship His story. Giving what is not recognized in this given mile I take each step in its present smile.
God has provided my identity. All of the rest of my living is for sincerity. Life is not to be lived for a finished line. What is God's is God's and could never be mine.
And the thing is, and this is okay, It is the secret of how I live my day. All that I live and love is to give. It is because Heaven's finish line is what I live.
Living the church is my truest liberty. It is where I find my living security. I share this with you, receiving all mystery. I offer this as my statement of my Christian identity.
(c) September 27, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’” – Psalm 91:1-2:
Did you go far enough to see The ends of your possibility? Did you bring your best to be Far enough to test reality?
Because until you have this done, The world at its best has really won. And you don't know your best, Because you didn't even put it to the test.
You could be the winner in the front row. Instead, you've settled for the shadow. It's not in the spirit of instigation When I tell you it takes some inspiration.
But I know that with patience and preparation It is you that will set your destination. And if you let others tell you where to go, Where you might have been, you'll never know.
When you dream, it is a voyage that won't end. The realness of you inside beats the fear of pretend. You never know what you might reveal to be real When you work for your success instead of accepting a deal.
The secret comes to no deeper complexity Than to keep to the rules of simplicity. Success comes less from taking a cheap thrill, Than it does flexing an indomitable will.
The future belongs to those who love their dream And aspire to be more than the average human being. It's a thing of utmost beauty to take a certain aim And with deliberation become masters of the game.
(c) September 26, 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
