It's no longer pay-to-play but pay-to-win With a milkshake duck, where do we begin Mutating in iterative references made more visible Social media has mostly made us all more miserable
Words rise from the internet's tepid muck Claiming glory and defamation as a matter of luck Oneshotted to be made or destroyed in deference All with the influence of what is a single experience
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
Chemically charged into the new norm of seeking solutions Is not a methodology of mindfulness but of changing attribution Of the filters and perceptions by which they choose to see Hallucinogens erase the thin line of potential for creativity
Putting on pretenses of coolness makes us anything but cool Using words we don't understand is the same as elementary school When we all learned to sound older by being rough enough to cuss Rather than getting our acts together to learn how to discuss
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
The destruction of one's soul or mind is not transcendence No matter how it might seem illustrative there is no resplendence A thousand repetitive posts only brings about accretion Not deeper understanding or the utility of needed discretion
No matter how much minds shift through the internet's dross The total sum of this equation is still for most more of a loss Screen addiction does not renew an original ephemerality Long term scrolling is an episodic method of losing our mentality
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
(c) March 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Geography has made us neighbors. History has made us friends. Economics has made us partners, and necessity has made us allies. Those whom God has so joined together, let no man put asunder.” – John F. Kennedy
“We cannot always assure the future of our friends; we have a better chance of assuring our future if we remember who our friends are.” – Henry A. Kissinger
The watershed exists as a space of light That becomes evermore magical at night As water evaporates into the sky We sit here watching as the egrets fly
In true swampy marsh, the herons nest They fly there at night as they come to rest Here is the home where the crawdads sing And every mystery is found to bring
When you're in trouble, hide. Way down deep where the crawdads sing We can know what rumors confide Listen for whatever hope they can bring
All we can know of life and death As the children explore with a loss of breath We sometimes believe we're invincible These are the moments that we find incredible
The town folk talk about the truth coming out But until it does, there is room enough for doubt Guilt or innocence, it's hard to say I suppose the jury will determine that one day
When you're in trouble, hide. Way down deep where the crawdads sing We can know what rumors confide Listen for whatever hope they can bring
This may seem a bit heated But children become as they are treated If they live without love, they'll retreat into shells This becomes the truth of their private Hells
Such a child learns not to be seen There's a need for courage in the hurting things It's hard to hold to love in life's cruelty A heart won't last beaten down by brutality
When you're in trouble, hide. Way down deep where the crawdads sing We can know what rumors confide Listen for whatever hope they can bring
(c) March 3, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Promote, then, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general diffusion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of a government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened.” – George Washington, “George Washington’s Farewell Address
To live and love as if Christ I'll live in His promise God's sacrifice is the gain of Christ There is no compromise
The little that I give, does not compare To the gain in escaping the snare I know that I'll never forget My Lord has given me nothing but net
The witness of the Bible shines salvation Given to us despite our errors from the foundation Showing us the best of following His ways He has been providing us the best of our days
It's not about our works, but His grace Our eternity anchors this gift in His embrace There is a momentum that gives the consequence That His grace secures for our recompense
God is infinitely comprehensible To be personally known as deep as we're capable There is so much in store to be found In the truth of God that readily abounds
Rock solid in the faith's evidence We are guided by its providence Though we may suffer for perseverance Christ died for us, that we may live in His presence
From first blessings to our reconciliation Peace, grace, hope, and love are our compensation For giving our faithful souls in worship The rest is what becomes of this relationship
Through our lives, we stand in grace Entrusting ourselves in God's holy spaces Holding salvation as sacred as a gift God's shown Into our better selves, we hope that we've grown
The commitment needed must be godly and right Full circle traveled into Jesus's light Breathing life into the sails, we live And it all begins when we ask and God forgives
Like the water of life running through It is because of God and nothing that we do Love extended becomes the will of hearts This then is how a godly life starts
We reflect God's love in its flow Living out His ways as we grow Running patterns that reveal His Love Living here on this earth as if living above
(c) March 2, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“(W)e also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.” – Romans 5:3-4
It doesn't matter what screen she's on Here's to the legendary Merle Oberon In 1935, she set eyes and minds reeling Playing the heroine with thought and feeling
South Asian, yet with Javanese eyes Her ascent had come with some surprise As Goldwyn made her his dark angel to tantalize She became the first colored actress to rise
Kolkata born she became a star of Hollywood She was dead 10 years before it was understood A pioneer of color-blind casting accidentally right It was a secret was hidden from us all in plain sight
Her starry eyes would look down to silently glisten Telling beautiful secrets if we would only listen Not to be discounted but perhaps given some compassion Oberon was Asian before such a thing was in fashion
A mixed-race child forced to experience alienation From India, she arose the result of a studio's creation Destined as exotic looking from her tarnished youth She gave her all to pursue her vision of artistic truth
Society's torments provides its multiple cautionary tales As the psychological will for troubled desires prevail Hostility set the terms with its need to cautiously hide What in the present time we would proudly confide
(c) March 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
