Across America, the Left rules with impotence. It's a case of negligence and incompetence. Despite California's being blessed by providence, Its governance provides more than ample evidence.
It isn't just an outbreak of vast stupidity. But more the case evidenced against vapid democracy. From rampant wildfires burning out of control, To high speed trains derailing the taxpayers' souls
Poverty is often found in uncontrolled abundance. It is most often found in systems of dependence. Those that do not encourage standing on one's own, Are systems that result in the unfortunate being alone.
A hand up helps the struggling to their feet. A hand out, keeps a man one step from the street. To teach to fish is better to give a fish. This is the truth of life's better dish.
It isn't just on the level of the individual. The truth is that overregulation proves incapable. There's a mess to be found in bureaucratic process, And very little of it has achieved meaningful progress.
Taxation for taxation's sake proves more of a mistake, Than failing to build well for fires and earthquakes. Those taxes raised require accountable and effective spending. Or these result in lost public trust and increased lending.
Neglecting public safety leads to eroded public trust. This is what leads Democratic states to continuously bust. While each state must maintain its adaptability, The point of governance must always have clarity.
There must be measurable outcomes over ideological purity. Or there will assured failure with absolute certainty. This is what has led to talent and capital flight. It will require pragmatism to set governance to right.
Success will require finding the political will.. Continued failure is a certainty until...
(c) June 20, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose.” – Wayne Dyer
Day after day, dot after dot One way or another, it connects Taking chances and casting lots As we wonder about what comes next.
The mullahs act with intimidation, But they aren't the heart of the nation. And we must never forget the contention That we caused this by past intervention.
Repressive regimes have staying power, May this become the Mullahs' final hour. What is martyrdom and death's obsession? We need to end Khamenei's repression.
Revolutionary slogans have a disconnection As the Iranian people move in opposition. The culture of this society has its aspirations Maybe these will yet save the Farsi nation.
Where there had once been endless Tehran nights, There are endless screams of violated human rights. The changes come slowly, it seems; drop by drop It doesn't matter as long as the changes don't stop.
Eventually, God's mercy will bring just desserts, And the Rubaiyat will be stronger from the hurts That are felt in the hearts and souls of the Tabrizi This is the way and story of the Iranian identity
Through the years, our hopes have come to grief As we have struggled with troubles and beliefs. Trust between nations can become contrarian. This, alas, even though the truth rings clarion.
A terrible blood price has been extracted. And a greater tyranny might become enacted. Life has a funny way of acting as it rearranges. This is the nature of such troubled changes.
(c) June 19, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A Heavenly Master governs all the world as Sovereign of the universe. We are astonished at Him by reason of His perfection, we honor Him and fall down before Him because of His unlimited power. From blind physical necessity, which is always and everywhere the same, no variety adhering to time and place could evolve, and all variety of created objects which represent order and life in the universe could happen only by the willful reasoning of its original Creator, Whom I call the Lord God.” – Isaac Newton
There are spaces under the painted sky That are beautiful enough to make me sigh. Stretching beyond the edges of the sea Is a world of water in its own beauty.
Rivers, lakes, wetlands, and streams Are all filled with a life full of dreams. After a life filled with coastal praise, I had thought I had seen my better days.
Moving inland to the Corn Belt, I did so following what my married heart felt. Though I felt my soul torn in its injury, When I saw the seagulls, I regained my energy.
Certain that it was some sort of a sign, It had started to rain at the Indiana state line. It felt like 60 days of rain, gloom and dark But as the sun lifted, I found it wasn't so stark.
Beneath Lake Michigan was the start of my journey. I have traveled as it has led its way for me. There is so much hidden life to explore each day, Who knew that The Great Lakes would be this way?
Kayaking down the rivers of a once-inland sea Has become purely magical for a surfer like me. Finding remnants of what was once an inland reef Has, itself, brought a great deal of relief.
Gassing up my SUV, I have found roads to explore, And each of them has led to water and so much more. Ruby Falls that flow there in Tennessee's underground, And a million more paths all around.
I dream of a surfing surfari around the Great Lakes. It will rival the coasts with surprises and mistakes. Each stop along the way will bring its own pleasure. This is how life leads to the discovery of new treasures.
(c) June 18, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
As this evening's shadows are growing long, There is a feeling inside that grows strong. In the time that I have spent learning about you, It's the most natural thing for me to do.
Dancing with you here in my aching, lonely arms One by one, I desperately fall for your charms. You are the waking up from my life's lonely sleep And the fall into you is as endless as it is deep.
Magical isn't it, how my dream has come true. I feel this miracle every time I look at you. Wonderful isn't it, how much I really need you. If I have my way, this fairy tale will come true.
It's the quiet music that holds the passion. It's the dress you wear in its perfect fashion. It's the way your hair lays across your shoulder. It's my love for you that makes me ever bolder.
Bold enough to say what's on my mind and heart. My love for you has been true from our very start. Your angel wings are the most beautiful sight, And this love of ours is the one thing I must get right.
Magical isn't it, how my dream has come true. I feel this miracle every time I look at you. Wonderful isn't it, how much I really need you. If I have my way, this fairy tale will come true.
How do I miss you each time before you're gone? How is it that I just want our moments to go on? I see your face like a flame inside my soul. It's burning there like the purest ember of coal.
There's a softness of the sun that plays on your skin, And a longing in your eyes that hints you want me in. There is a touch from your fingers that lingers with grace, And the sweetest of kisses whisper on your beautiful face
Magical isn't it, how my dream has come true. I feel this miracle every time I look at you. Wonderful isn't it, how much I really need you. If I have my way, this fairy tale will come true.
(c) June 17 2025 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 