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Thought For the Day: Do Not Wait For Leaders; Do It Alone, Person To Person
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First Principles: In Everything, Do To Others What You Would Have Them Do To You, For This Sums Up the Law and the Prophets
“(I)n everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.– Matthew 7:12
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For the Sake of Community
For the Sake of Community
by Michael Doyle
Decisions are made for the sake of community
As we join hands to rebuild a sickened society
Words and intonation create a transcendent headspace
Where the weak fill their need for a sense of place
Trust in the plan as the tepid cult leaders say
Along with other thought terminating cliches
These, those, and other words are semantic stop signs
They form the cue to accept the identity within the party line
Loaded language dispels and discourages analysis
As the cult finds ways to build on mental paralysis
Heightened emotions are coercive through language's power
Clearer eyes are needed or we'll become devoured
From Manson to NXIVM, all cults find it essential
That those with low self-esteem curb their potential
Disintegrations and possibility join in revelation
Victims are sleep-deprived and love-bombed into isolation
All the hip tricks and tics lead to hope for transformation
As the sacrificial children seek after new found inspiration
All of this seems like the feel good that turned out bad
What was thought to be a blessing became a case of being had
Loaded language dispels and discourages analysis
As the cult finds ways to build on mental paralysis
Heightened emotions are coercive through language's power
Clearer eyes are needed or we'll become devoured
Misinformation constantly pours in to riddle the dramedy
That were it not so serious would be the sheerest comedy
From the dark forced into the light of broad scrutiny
All that is conspiracy must be held up for accountability
Through the lens we examine life and death's incidence
Wondering if somehow, some way, it is simply coincidence
That so many fall under the power and the Satanic sway
That creates a killing word game that has too much play
Loaded language dispels and discourages analysis
As the cult finds ways to build on mental paralysis
Heightened emotions are coercive through language's power
Clearer eyes are needed or we'll become devoured
(c) October 19, 2024 Michael Doyle
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Tagged Abuse, Analysis, Clearer Eyes, Coercive, Cult, Cult Leaders, Cults, Decisions, Devour, Headspace, Loaded Language, Mental Paralysis, mental-health, Party Line, Poetry and Poems, Power, Religion, Sake of Community, Semantic Stop Signs, Sense of Place, Sickened Society, Terminating Cliches, Words and Intonations
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First Principles: The Advancement and Diffusion of Knowledge Is the Only Guardian of True Liberty
“The advancement and diffusion of knowledge is the only guardian of true liberty.” – James Madison
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Thought For the Day: The Only Other Place Comparable To These Marvelous Nether Regions, Must Surely Be Naked Space Itself, Out Far Beyond Atmosphere
“(T)he only other place comparable to these marvelous nether regions, must surely be naked space itself, out far beyond atmosphere, between the stars, where sunlight has no grip upon the dust and rubbish of planetary air, where the blackness of space, the shining planets, comets, suns, and stars must really be closely akin to the world of life as it appears to the eyes of an awed human being, in the open ocean, one half mile down.” – William Beebe, Half Mile Down
In the Solitude of Darkness
In the Solitude of Darkness
by Michael Doyle
To the degree that I do not fear
I am powerful enough to persevere
I say this with a heavy-hearted sigh
As my soul fixes its intellectual eye
The love and rage that exists inside me
Have become the source of my philosophy
My dreams transfix as they rearrange
Coming as they do with a sudden change
The world's secrets hold the design
That those like me seek to divine
Like a fallen angel becoming level
My heart is that of a malignant devil
Here, as I outstretch my wounded hand
Is it the work of my soul? I fail to understand
Uninspired by love at times, I live for others' fear
As I snarl, the beast inside howls, and others hear
There are wild seas and regions left to explore
And my heart of desire seeks these all the more
Everything is held to have its similar beginning
As sure as I stand, it comes from another's ending
Following this through with bitter instinct
I feel confident that all misery becomes extinct
Deep, dark solitude is my only true consolation
When the wickedness of my heart is my destination
In the solitude of my most profound sense of darkness
My self-expression becomes nothing short of harshness
And I sink to my knees, faltering under my depravity
That others lie and suggest is my greatest creativity
(c) October 18, 2024 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: I Am All In A Sea of Wonders. I Doubt. I Fear. I Think Strange Things, Which I Dare Not Confess To My Own Soul
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.” – Bram Stoker, “Dracula”
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First Principles: Resistance To Tyranny Becomes the Christian and Social Duty of Each Individual…Nobly Defend Those Rights Which Heaven Gave
“Resistance to tyranny becomes the Christian and social duty of each individual… Continue steadfast and, with a proper sense of your dependence on God, nobly defend those rights which heaven gave, and no man ought to take from us.” – John Hancock, History of the United States of America, Vol. II, p. 229
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The Memory Is Bittersweet
The Memory Is Bittersweet
by Michael Doyle
I wish I could erase the darkness I have felt
That somehow, some way, I could escape the hand dealt
All the good and the bad that makes us who we are
Leaves me wishing forlorn on that semi-sacred star
There are apparitions in my wounded head
As I fear the ghosts and living dead
Echoes of the past and tatters of my reality
Have robbed from me parts of my sanity
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
This word can be evil, sensual, and strange
As we follow the path of the sun and rearrange
The mysterious voices that fill the mind
Of memories that somehow cannot be left behind
I had loved her as would any true father
Fighting for her breath, she was my daughter
In the remnants of the world's harshness
We had pushed on through the world's darkness
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
We were only hoping for just a little light
It was not blindness that took my sight
Instead, it was the day that she suddenly died
Revealing the world's truth as a god who lied
My life slipped in a crash from its state of pride
I sat there agonized as I wept, unable to hide
The sense of inane loss that was felt deep inside
The likes of which I never wish again to confide
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
If I had done things differently
Maybe played by rules less reverently
My child might still be here
Instead of the walking dead that causes such fear
In this world, there are so many regrets
There is a reason that makes it hard to forget
I wish it were a dream, but it is real
There are times I wish that I could no longer feel
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
There are so many sins for which I must atone
I know that I can't do this on my own
With every sigh that I quietly take
I remember the passing of my every mistake
Blood for blood gets us nowhere
Looking around, I realize we're already there
It's a struggle to stumble through day-to-day
I've found my self-afflicted sorrow gets in the way
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
Post-apocalyptic haze fills my space of days
This feels more than permanent, no longer a phase
I've buried my child deep inside my pain
Every breath of air feels as it were in vain
In this world that drips with nothing less than folly
It becomes easy to fall in love with sheer melancholy
Deep into the darkness, I am left alone and peering
Lost in doubt and wonder, I stare alone and fearing
At times, life hands us stinging defeats
The memories left are strong and bittersweet
It's the sort of thing that tears you apart
It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
(c) October 17, 2024 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: If Destruction Be Our Lot, We Must Ourselves Be Its Author and Finisher. As A Nation of Freemen, We Must Live Through All Time, Or Die By Suicide
“If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.“ – Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke these words in the 1838 Springfield Lyceum address that the Democrats would rather us not be aware of or its more popular paraphrase of this speech. This speech may be found here:
Speech to the Young Men’s Lyceum of Springfield (1838) | Constitution Center
Lincoln’s words speak to the unity and vigilance necessary to protect and preserve our fundamental freedoms. We, the People, are the final repository of our own freedom, liberty, principles, and foundational rights. The Democrats are upset currently because the Republican party is seeking to protect these rights by ensuring fair protections are preserved concerning voting. Those aspirations that so offend what was once a fair and decent opposition are that those voting do so legally. This requires citizenship, adequate identification, the ability of each person to only be allowed their legally mandated one vote each, and the fact that those voting are alive. These reasonable standards have governed this republic since universal suffrage has been in place in our nation. Suddenly, some Democrats would call this out as somehow unfair. It is the only way to preserve fairness in our voting process.
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 