Painting away your day As old records play Each portrait painted with feeling Is nothing less than soul-revealing
That is to say about the painters' ways Not of the sitter, despite honoring his days Spending time on crafting the right impression This is hard felt at the artist's confession
The curve of your lips excites history A phantom lover lives by his mystery Disobedience is deemed the original virtue As we rewrite history, making it less true
All great ideas live on as our art Immorally ours and dangerous to the heart The genius of this needs no explanation The evil of this defies all rationalization
The controlling eyes limit what the artist sees To only his sense of desired possibilities It's not as simple as anyone's skill set But just enough polish to slip past the regrets
The innocent are too often used as pawns Until finally, all the survivors are gone A thousand years masks the overwhelming pain But nothing, even truth, confesses what is plain
The curve of your lips excites history A phantom lover lives by his mystery Disobedience is deemed the original virtue As we rewrite history, making it less true
All great ideas live on as our art Immorally ours and dangerous to the heart The genius of this needs no explanation The evil of this defies all rationalization
The madman is confident that no one sees The knife blade felt with much indignity Thrown to the wolves of his depravity He wonders if there is someone else to be
In the strangeness of life, death takes a holiday There are too many sorrows to drink away A deal made under duress is a deal not made Yet, the madman and the saint are equally unafraid
(c) October 10, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Stability in government is essential to national character and to the advantages annexed to it, as well as to that repose and confidence in the minds of the people, which are among the chief blessings of civil society.” – James Madison (1788)
Let's admit that we're born dying It's time to stop our crying Let these words be quietly spoken It's okay to be a little broken
We're connected by more than our heads We have more meaning than our words said It starts and ends with our heartbeat Shared across the distances that time eats
Can you tell me? Can you hear? The words of love are deeper than fear No matter how far this nightmare goes on I know that you aren't really gone
As I lay beside this gentle stream I feel your will to survive beyond this dream You may be beaten down to your last breath But you have not yet embraced quiet death
Breathe with me, struggling through the years Though, this day, we are down to bitter tears The promises that we have kept Will never equal the tears that we have wept
Our story began with a soul shake I guess it now ends with one mistake Though I don't know how to let you go I guess you'll always have a hold on my soul
This world is punishing by the pain it brings It is the blues every broken heart sings One bullet, one gun; I won't deceive With a gentle squeeze, the trigger is pulled, and I breath
With sad eyes, I watch your life fade away I wasn't ready to let you go today But some things just need to be done I only wish there was another bullet in the gun
With a gentle nod, I quietly say goodbye I wish it had been my turn to die Instead, I hold your hand and silently cry Swearing to every god, that I'll never really say goodbye
(c) October 8, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
To those who guessed, this Halloween’s poetry theme for me is the monster that lays within far too much of humanity.
Nuclear Winter Hues by Michael Doyle
Nuclear Winter Begins to splinter With daylight undefined Tricks begin to play on the mind
Another day off the board Passes and survivors are not bored Praying, it's never too late Playing the uneasy game of wait
It's not too late It's never too late The end is not the end As we transmit and send
It's not too late It's never too late We fast forward to the ending Only to find what we're beginning
Hoping to hear from anyone Fearing humanity has been undone Who knows if we'll live past today Or who would want to anyway
There's a hole where the rain gets in We'll need to patch it up again Hope spins tight with radiation Spilling out across the nation
It's not too late It's never too late The end is not the end As we transmit and send
It's not too late It's never too late We fast forward to the ending Only to find what we're beginning
Decay begins creeping in Our self-afflicted fear is seeping in They'll be able to do this again Then again, who is left to defend
The particles in the air aren't so bad The perpetual darkness is feeling sad We slip peacefully through another night Praying to God to see the morning light
It's not too late It's never too late The end is not the end As we transmit and send
It's not too late It's never too late We fast forward to the ending Only to find what we're beginning
For too long, we've lived alone Knowing we're the wrong ones to atone Scratched out from our graves We search for a new messiah who saves
The whisper is it's a hallucination Just another blast from the radiation There was never any real answer to be found We know this now as we hide underground
It's not too late It's never too late The end is not the end As we transmit and send
It's not too late It's never too late We fast forward to the ending Only to find what we're beginning
(c) October 7, 2024 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 