I sit here like some poor lost soul. I am regretful of the times I've lost control. Now, I sit here quiet as a church mouse, My fractured memories churn inside like a ghost house.
Thinking of how like a lion, I dared to roar, Filled with revulsion at being used. I screamed like an eagle needing to soar, As my wounds spoke clear signals of being abused.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - Full of empty, spacious rhymes, And perhaps in need of a muzzle.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - All twisted up inside. My inner child hides behind my pride.
I taste the colors of your rabid profusion. Adrift at sea, I sail through your illusion. We were so close, yet I walked alone. I carried your sorrow, and swallowed my own.
My soul turned to gold at the sound of Dedalus falling. The nightmare you forced on me was my childhood calling. I played my part like a forgetful hero in a masquerade. The papers played me as a hero. I was so very afraid.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - Full of empty, spacious rhymes, And perhaps in need of a muzzle.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - All twisted up inside. My inner child hides behind my pride.
In a freeze frame of a pendant and a pendulum, I stared out the window, hopeless and feeling numb. I sat there alone, wounded and bleeding, Feeling cold and alone, and filled with needing.
Like a broken arrow, I fell into your lost sea. Your writings on my wall stay a mystery. Written in my blood as you laughed, I cried. I wonder to this day how I hadn't died.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - Full of empty, spacious rhymes, And perhaps in need of a muzzle.
Sometimes, I'm like a one-piece puzzle - All twisted up inside. My inner child hides behind my pride.
(c) December 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the dedicated communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction, true and false, no longer exists.” – Hannah Arendt
(We are living in dangerous times in which this aberration has taken over the mindset of the allegedly “Woke” and their fellow travelers. There are only two genders. There is objective truth. It’s often our struggle to determine this. But truth exists all the same. We can apply this to any number of topics and should.)
“Think of the Father as a spring of life begetting the Son like a river and the Holy Ghost like a sea, for the spring and the river and sea are all one nature. Think of the Father as a root, and of the Son as a branch, and the Spirit as a fruit, for the substance in these three is one. The Father is a sun with the Son as rays and the Holy Ghost as heat.” – John of Damascus
Waking at the opening of the Advent Season, I find myself thinking about the reason. I've come alive in this house of worship. Hope is the cause of this right relationship.
Feeling the beauty of the Lord's creation, My heart soars, inspired by my imagination. Believing as I do, how you have removed separation. In return, I offer my grateful dedication.
Surrendering my life's all that I might follow, The Son shines on my life as merely an echo. Now and forever, I pledge all of me, Giving all of me, for the miracle of eternity.
Yours is the holiness filled with power. I reflect on this in this hour. Observing as we call on your holy name. I dive into the service of devotion's frame.
I take my place at your holy table, Doing my best as best as I am able. Christmastide is a reflection of your divinity. I celebrate this within my prayer of serenity.
I live every step in loving prayer, Doing my best to show to all that I care. In all that I live and that I do, I love my life well spent in Heaven's view.
I remember coming alive with my decision As I turned my life into matching my faith to vision. It's been a blessing to see what God has done. I give my life to the service of the three-in-one.
(c) December 3, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Whoever commands the sea, commands the trade; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world, and consequently the world itself.” – Walter Raleigh
It is beautiful when you find That the one who is on your mind Has been waiting for you. Maybe it's a sign that it's true.
That love is like the sunrise, As it's captured in your eyes, Like a message coming from above. It's an open door to love.
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
Out of breath, you run as fast as you can. You know that you were born to be her man. She brings you hope; she brings you smiles. You'd chase her forever across the endless miles.
Her voice is the sweet sense of life's melody. It seems to call to you to be her harmony. And that light inside her beautiful eyes Holds the wisdom of the sunrise.
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
The feelings felt come across honestly. The steps taken have led to this destiny. It could have happened on any street. Star-crossed lovers are born to meet.
Prayers spread from folded hands. The look in her eyes whispers she understands. What if an amazing God has had His plan In creating this woman to be loved by her man?
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
(c) December 2, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The constitution regulates our stewardship; the constitution devotes the domain to union, to justice, to defense, to welfare, and to liberty. But there is a higher law than the constitution, which regulates our authority over the domain, and devotes it to the same noble purposes. The territory is a part, no inconsiderable part, of the common heritage of mankind, bestowed upon them by the Creator of the universe. We are his stewards, and must so discharge our trust as to secure in the highest attainable degree their happiness.” – William H. Seward
It seems like the truth behind so many stories. We had to dare the lightning to find the glories. Yesterday's lessons, we thought would never end, These were the moments we really needed a friend.
It's really not about what you're deserving, But they toughen you up so that you can be serving Out the discipleship that forms the believer. Hope and faith get us past the worst deceiver.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
The prophets warned us to keep our heads low, Along the way, we'd learn what to know. But the clock on the wall was ticking too slow, We were young and always on the go.
We had a thirst for all the coming living, Thanks to God for always being forgiving, Despite our hope, there were too many wrong turns. I guess that's what it takes us to learn.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
Life is full of learning from the past, The trouble is that the days move far too fast. Like a stone thrown, we were born to cast Setting sail upstream without our mast.
We believed as believers do in faith and hope. Somehow along the way, we've managed to cope. Now we are watching our own children running. We'd love to advise them, but they're busy outgunning.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
They won't listen, so we don't preach. We'd love a moment to maybe lovingly teach. It seems they know life is just within reach. Maybe it's time we relax on life's beach.
There is so much they have to live to learn. We remember how life taught us to discern. And we talk to them with eyes full of love. It's with hopeful prayer we give this to the man above.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
(c) December 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 