When your bad is so good That it's become understood As being what you're best at, It may be best to remember that.
It's not exactly forgot. You're suffering from soul rot. Staring death in the face, And keeping it in its place.
You keep on constantly bleeding, Not knowing what you're needing. And the doctors really can't help you now As you keep muddling through somehow.
Proud that you've kept on your feet In the face of yet another bloody defeat. You'll fight on to the bitter end Even as the Reaper becomes your only friend.
It's a burning sort of feeling, A fire that keeps your head reeling. Screaming to yourself as you piss blood, You pull yourself through crawling the mud.
Given the soul-searching choice, You look hard to find your truest voice. I'd rather be a heart than a brain, But wouldn't that just be in vain?
Because, you see I simply forgot That I have a chronic case of soul rot. Does it come across as shaded, If my interest in life has faded?
(c) June 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it might cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.” – Patrick Henry (1775)
“One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.” – Robert Fulghum
“Overregulation stifles creativity. It smothers innovation. It gives dinosaurs a veto over the future. It wastes the extraordinary opportunity for a democratic creativity that digital technology enables.” – Lawrence Lessig
Despite the beauty of the scenery, There are challenges in this community. There is more here than the movies show And the truth is there's more to know.
There's a harsh struggle in the economy. Jobs are scarce and the people walk humbly. Main Street might look clean and beautiful, But life here can be less than wonderful.
A dependable set of wheels is needed to get around. Otherwise, your feet are pounding the ground. Unless your skill set includes socialization, You are likely to be trapped in social isolation.
In a society of nearly instant everything, The speed of country living is next to nothing. The simple life might make for a great memory, But not when you have depended on next day delivery.
While there's a lot to be said for the country way, Fractured roads and bridges have seen better days. Nearly forgotten, the speed of life is an inconvenience. Complaining too loudly or often is seen as social deviance.
The next time that you think of moving out to the country, Think far beyond the beauty and thoughts of the scenery. That quiet life comes with its share of struggles to live. Some of these struggles can be hard to manage and forgive.
(c) June 2, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“There will be found to exist at all times an imperious necessity for restraining all the functionaries of the Government within the range of their respective powers thereby preserving a just balance between the powers granted to this Government and those reserved to the States and to the people.” – John Tyler
God's wrath is at Satan's snare; Seeking to keep evil at bay and fair. The path forward for humanity Is best walked with modest humility.
Across the level ground under the cross, We keep aware of Christ's loss. In doing as He did, He gave us salvation, Ensuring us our heavenly destination.
Building mankind's bridge with mystery, It's simply a matter of theological history. First, the Jews, then, the Gentiles received an open-door So that the world might live for a little more.
Our rebellious nature draws us apart and keeps us down, Until we repent and grow into the victor's crown. A remnant remains willing to receive God's love, It is this acceptance that brings us to Heaven above.
So often, we get it wrong and God makes it right, Removing the darkest traces by His holy light. His winds sail us across Jesus's beautiful sea, Bringing us to the harbor of His sweet victory.
Those who live under Christ are blessed beyond measure, Knowing holiness as our best and greatest treasure. The roots of God support the branch3es of humanity, Nourishing us as we serve Him in our humility.
It is God who provides us with His providence. By His grace, it is ours to receive His abundance. It is God's good ability that gives us the capability To move beyond our earthbound infirmities.
Each day we wake up to new sets of opportunities, We need only look out for all that we might be. These are the gifts from God by which we serve, And become His ambassadors the world deserves.
It is ours to seek out their rightful application, And to serve ceaselessly in our faithful dedication. Giving to the world as God has made us each malleable, We are to live love as best that we are capable.
We live in a world of brokenness Forging our words of praise in our outspokenness. We must each do our best to serve as examples Of what God's love is and demonstrate it as being ample.
We are not better than, but instead, better for. Always inviting others to know God's love is pure. Not acting in blatant ignorance or living in pride, But keeping mindful of the living God inside.
Works of righteousness come from God alone If we boast pridefully, we'll need to atone. Ego is known to edge God out and is not the way. God encourages us to walk humbly in this way.
A head full of knowledge without a heart's love Unwittingly detracts others' eyes from Heaven above. In all that we do, we need to learn to walk humbly, Setting God's example, and doing so gently.
(c) June 1, 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
