There on the edge of an unknown stage Are those who've escaped life's cage. They've chosen patterns of innovation, Stirred by their warp speed imaginations.
Well, now, isn't that a rush? There is and was magic in their touch. They weren't here just to play, They really had something to say.
Others recognize who's the boss, With another shake of that special sauce. There is a lot left to explain, And still, they continue to play on. When others had their moments, And then just as quickly, they are gone. The lesser talents are left in torment, And still, they continue to play on.
There they are on the lighted stage. It's hard to keep the beast in its cage. Though so many of us would love to extract Some of the magic from this act.
It's something else to deep dive. Especially if you have seen them live. If our music could ever manage to say Half as much, we'd know that we could really play.
Others recognize who's the boss, With another shake of that special sauce. There is a lot left to explain, And still, they continue to play on. When others had their moments, And then just as quickly, they are gone. The lesser talents are left in torment, And still, they continue to play on.
Playing past the notes that others play, Each show must feel like judgment day. Moving on quickly to yet another show, This is the beauty of teenaged rck-n-roll.
Tuning by their own rules; feeling their way, This is how talent becomes this way. Making music - there was something going on. The notes in the air will never be gone.
Others recognize who's the boss, With another shake of that special sauce. There is a lot left to explain, And still, they continue to play on. When others had their moments, And then just as quickly, they are gone. The lesser talents are left in torment, And still, they continue to play on.
(c)April 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The dangers of a concentration of all power in the general government of a confederacy so vast as ours are too obvious to be disregarded.” – Franklin Pierce
My weakness was made strong, Righteousness rises from being wrong. With the trumpet's sound The angels came to rebound.
Helping make Christ my cornerstone, My heart is full as I atone. Through life's storms, He came to save, And pulled me out of my living grave.
I once took delight In the things of the night, Believing darkness to be my friend. By loving grace, this came to an end.
Knife fights out under the street lights, I didn't care about doing right. The care I had was mostly for me. There was a thrill n living dangerously.
With the love of Christ, this is no more. God knocked and opened Heaven's door. Now love is my divine victory, Awaken to the wonder of living faithfully.
(c) April 27, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Turning my pages with the spirit, There's a lot of truth, as I hear it. Starting my day in faithful prayer, I find that God is always there.
Leaders like Joshua come from obscurity, And they are lifted up to become legendary. Trusting in God, he served faithfully, Submitting all that he did to Goo's authority.
Even the sun stood still before God's majesty, As Joshua served the Lord, along with his family. Filled with his true good habits of preparation, Joshua was among those who served the Hebrew nation.
Preparing and planning to do whatever he can, Joshua was dedicated to serving God as a willing man. Seeing all that the Father had done, Joshua would prepare the way for the Father's son.
Troubles will always come our way, But griping and complaining won't help our days. We must face them with our right intention, And set to God's work with our full attention.
In light and darkness, our faith sets our fate. Trusting in the Lord, it is never too late. Asking what God wants is the pertinent question, And we must ask that without hesitation.
At the death of Moses, Joshua began to lead. He committed his life with every thought and deed. We must never look back because of our insecurity, But instead, we must simply trust in God's authority.
All things that happen are worked for our good. This truth of God's faithfulness must be understood. We can do whatever God puts into our hearts, And once on those paths, we must never depart.
We must walk with courage in all that we do. This is God's command to me and you. God's strength is what makes us strong. This is the refrain of God's humbling song.
God's promises made are promises to be kept. We must be bold despite all the tears wept. Faith and trust will help us find courage, Even when all we see is enough to discourage.
We must focus on the refuge of God's ways. He'll have our backs throughout our days. Neither turning to the left, nor to the right, God's plan must be our path's guiding light.
God's lamp will gently guide our way As we meditate on His Word every day. Directing our faith in its full attention, We will live our lives with right intention.
Where it is written, there is no debate. If there is confusion, it's not too late, Open the Word and attentively read. It will keep to the truth and inform us as we need.
We are children of God, living to our full value. This is what creates the truth of me and you. Keeping the faith is the truest inspiration, Whatever the opportunity, even building a nation.
The penalty of our sins is death, But we can walk forgiven to our last breath. God's Son gave all for our salvation, Receive this gift and know your destination.
(c) April 26, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.” – Ludwig Wittgenstein
“I have never advocated war except as means of peace, so seek peace, but prepare for war. Because war… War never changes. War is like winter and winter is coming.” – Ulysses S Grant
“I believe that one reason why the church of God at this present moment has so little influence over the world is because the world has so much influence over the church.” – Charles Spurgeon
“But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.” – Joshua 24:15 NIV
Plug in and play from your heart, That's the best way f you're gonna start. Play for your soul, not for the charts. It's the killer instinct behind this art.
Hard work brings the claim to fame. It's how you catch the world aflame. Playing for the moment, unworried about tomorrow. It's the only way to transcend life's sorrow.
A quiet riot led to a crazy train. Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain. Louder than God, rock defined the universe. Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.
Pushing on, the impulse is strong. Life well-balanced doesn't last that long. Learning from everything that you can take in, From the top to the bottom and begin again.
Music, sweet music, is the best friend Of easy memories when it's the living end. Randy was no different in this way. The art of every note was how he'd play.
A quiet riot led to a crazy train. Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain. Louder than God, rock defined the universe. Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.
Backyard dues set the heads reeling. For every band that had its own feeling. The quiet voice always has the most to say. Everyone loved to hear this boy play.
Playing lead and just for kicks, Dirty looks and wicked licks. If you couldn't play it anywhere, It became the daily dare.
A quiet riot led to a crazy train. Leads became the thing on a schoolboy's brain. Louder than God, rock defined the universe. Randy was probably best, and could have been worse.
(c) April 25, 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 