“When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.” – Sara Teasdale
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Thought For the Day: When I Can Look Life In the Eyes, Grown Calm and Very Coldly Wise, Life Will Have Given Me the Truth, and Taken In Exchange, My Youth
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Whispered Words
Whispered Words
by Michael Doyle
Your whispered words,
I questioned why.
When I listened closely,
They sounded like goodbye.
You hardly had time to live,
Let alone time to die.
At your graveside,
All I could do was wonder why.
In my eyes,
You had been such a beautiful child.
I say prayers to God's silent replies,
And I'll remember you by flowers growing wild.
I had a daughter once,
I hung my head as I quietly said.
And still this day, I remember her,
Though her love has grown cold and dead.
Life without you -
Hell could be no colder place.
I still don't know why.
I wake each day absent your embrace.
To go on with my life
As though a lion unvanquishable,
Sometimes it feels more than I can bear.
Still, I awake, as if I am unconquerable.
As your father,
I remember you as the beautiful daisy
That you brought to me one day.
Your thought was to please me.
There are lessons to be learned
From a penguin's prose.
Somehow poetically discerned
Whenever the summer breeze blows.
It reminds me of your name,
As I hear it whisper on by.
It's a picture out of frame.
All I can do is wonder why.
There was something kind
In the inroads of your touch.
The memories you've left behind
Are sometimes a bit too much.
(c) August 7, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Whoever Controls the Volume of Money In Our Country Is Absolute Master of All Industry and Commerce
“Whoever controls the volume of money in our country is absolute master of all industry and commerce…when you realize that the entire system is very easily controlled, one way or another, by a few powerful men at the top, you will not have to be told how periods of inflation and depression originate.” – James A. Garfield
Thought For the Day: Science Is Best Defined As A Careful, Disciplined, Logical Search For Knowledge …Obtained By Examination of the Best Available Evidence
“Science is best defined as a careful, disciplined, logical search for knowledge about any and all aspects of the universe, obtained by examination of the best available evidence and always subject to correction and improvement upon discovery of better evidence. What’s left is magic. And it doesn’t work.” -James Randi
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Real Without Regret
Real Without Regret
by Michael Doyle
You started real
And sold out for a mansion.
It's the corporate feel,
Soulless suits were never in fashion.
Life is raw,
And only sometimes pretty.
Singing about what you saw
In every man's town and city.
This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.
I won't be tearing down legacy
When I tell the tale of what it's meant to me.
Selling out for no other need
Then, to fill the treasury of corporate greed.
Road dogs are down for one more tour,
Never ones to mind the detours.
Building an empire, brick by brick,
Just like family, it was that thick
This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.
There for every single mile,
Footnotes lost within a smile.
Brotherhood has become a ragged rivalry,
And broken dreams hold little sympathy.
Downtown trains on a rail going nowhere
Have the feel of a downtrodden stare.
There is no theft in the serendipity
Of a loss bleeding into cold sympathy.
This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.
MTV styles were poison to the soul.
Flash and bang revive the rock-n-roll.
Concepts breed into a bleak distraction
There's no truth needed in fast-food satisfaction.
Life is lived best when lived out of step.
The future is what the past has left.
Though there is a lot to forget,
Let's live rock-n-roll without regret.
This world's strings are strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note that's played.
That is until some arranger takes the sting,
And removes the soul from the songs we sing.
(c) August 5, 2025 Michael Doyle
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Walking Life In Praise
Walking Life In Praise
by Michael Doyle
When it comes down to chasing around,
In my life, I have truly found
There's nothing that God cannot do.
This, I know in my soul to be true.
Greater things I can conceive
When I walk in the light and believe.
What I witness in this hour
Is the wonder of God's holy power.
I walk my life in praise,
Feeling God's presence in my days.
This is a day of celebration
As we gather together for our salvation.
What I've seen from the Father and the Son
Is a living testimony to what God has done.
No more death, it's fallen away and gone,
And I worship the God that I depend on.
I look on as He takes His throne of majesty,
Grateful for all the things that I see.
The life that's lived in His name,
We are unblemished from all shame.
I walk my life in praise,
Feeling God's presence in my days.
This is a day of celebration
As we gather together for our salvation.
(c) August 6, 2025 Michael Doyle
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Tagged Believe, Celebration, Comes Down, Conceive, Days, Found, God, God's Presence, Holy Power, Life, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Salvation, Soul, True, Walking Life, Witness
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First Principles: Whatever Spreads Ignorance, Poverty and Discontent Causes Crime. Criminals Have Their Own Responsibility.. But They Are Merely the Hand
“Crimes increase as education, opportunity, and property decrease. Whatever spreads ignorance, poverty and, discontent causes crime…. Criminals have their own responsibility, their own share of guilt, but they are merely the hand…. Whoever interferes with equal rights and equal opportunities is in some real degree, responsible for the crimes committed in the community.” – Rutherford B. Hayes
Thought For the Day: The Following Sentence Is False. The Preceding Sentence Is True
“The following sentence is false. The preceding sentence is true.” – Douglas Hofstadter
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Disaster Spoken
Disaster Spoken
by Michael Doyle
Below the frozen leaves
Rests the haunting memory.
The nocturnal strains man believes
Are what makes for our only certainty.
I'm a shattered soul of Autumn's grief,
And the blood of faith stains my soul.
My black tears of love knows no relief,
Here in a life torn asunder and out of my control.
It's the blood stained tears of chaos
That hold me in its dark alliance.
The sound of silence tells of my loss.
Fear of the dark speaks of broken reliance.
The river flows frozen in its dreaded time.
The scourge of malice weighs me down.
Abandoned by Heaven, it feels infernal, yet sublime.
The tears glisten bitterness bringing their frown.
Demonic dreams are filling my soul every night,
As I dream unseen into an ethereal mist.
Unhallowed, my world will never again be right.
Engraved in black is the something that I have missed.
Thrown as a hammer from the howling void,
Somber tidings burn deep into my broken mind.
The yearning abyss whispers of madness I avoid,
Usurping the starry wisdom left behind.
It's the absurdity of apocryphal gravity
That drowns out the light above from below.
The pressure points explode without levity,
As I realize there is so much that I will never know.
(c) August 5, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: In Every Battle There Comes A Time When Both Sides Consider Themselves Beaten, Then He Who Continues the Attack Wins
“In every battle there comes a time when both sides consider themselves beaten, then he who continues the attack wins.” – Ulysses S. Grant
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 