You can find it in the record-spinning round There in the melody is where it is found Listen carefully to the words of the song You'll find the truth of our love where it belongs
Where this is love, there is the best life Embraced in peace and working against strife Expressed by the roses that turn this world sweet I found my best friend when we came to meet
It's there in a song somewhere You can hear it floating in the air The melody completes me now As it makes me think of you, and somehow
Let's me dream of every time I've thought of you These dreams have become a garden for us to walk through You with flowers in your hair and a smile on your face Your sweet fragrance has left its lasting trace
Time has passed, and we have made our connection To the point where we are looking in the same direction As we walk side-by-side, our two hearts find love As the silvery moon comes to shine on us from above
It's there in a song somewhere You can hear it floating in the air The melody completes me now As it makes me think of you, and somehow
We come to know the cure for love is to love more On bended knee, I come to lovingly implore Let's live this life in the together of happiness Finding our dreams in the each other of our bliss
Never above you, never below, but always beside We have come to walk together, stride matching stride This love is the beauty of two souls becoming one As our eyes meet, promising to never become undone
It's there in a song somewhere You can hear it floating in the air The melody completes me now As it makes me think of you, and somehow...
(c) February 14, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” – 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NIV)
On the mountains, in the sun rays It's your name that I praise In the green valley far below It is all your creation, and I know
Sharing what I know of your grace These are you living ways I embrace I was born to live all my days Holding your love up in my praise
From you, it is clear and I know That you are the source of all blessings that flow Wherever you decide to lead I will follow with my heart and in my deeds
I am no victim of my circumstances I claim the victory of the God of second chances Whatever the world may show of harshness Your light will remove the darkness
Holding my heart in good cheer There is literally nothing that I fear The blood of Jesus Christ runs in my veins The mighty Lord of my life holds the reins
(c) February 13, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Liberty is meaningless where the right to utter one’s thoughts and opinions has ceased to exist. That, of all rights, is the dread of tyrants. It is the right which they first of all strike down. They know its power. Thrones, dominions, principalities, and powers, founded in injustice and wrong, are sure to tremble, if men are allowed to reason… Equally clear is the right to hear. To suppress free speech is a double wrong. It violates the rights of the hearer as well as those of the speaker.” – Frederick Douglass
There is something raw behind the front lines There, we hide behind the showoffs and mimes Lost in the awkwardness that blocks our conversations We stand aloof, hiding our secret sense of fascination
We wish we could shape away the sense of harshness That comes out in broken blocks of too much darkness We stand feeling dead in the lives that we lead Wondering about the body language that we once read
Running in place, we feel puzzled over what's real Penciling in notes based on what the next expert feels Pushing hard in silent desperation as we quietly balk Wondering why it's so hard to make our way in small talk
Praying to gods and idols that we no longer believe in Stumbling along in fractured hopes again and yet again We always feel we have said the wrong things in revulsion Though the words streamed out as if through their compulsion
Ted Talks provide their own theater of broken paradise Where so-called experts offer up a salad of lousy advice There is a lot of social isolation in this lonely worldview And you and I are always wondering what it is we might do
Running in place, we feel puzzled over what's real Penciling in notes based on what the next expert feels Pushing hard in silent desperation as we quietly balk Wondering why it's so hard to make our way in small talk
We wish we were comfortable in the chilled vibe of silence Instead, we are afraid of our next words and their violence Hoping they won't cut away our tenuous ties or poke out eyes These are the time thieves that squawk as closeness dies
Hiding in corners at the next event that passes for a party Knowing inside that there is no one who really truly knows me And thinking maybe that's alright as long as they don't hate me Is this what has come to pass for 21st-century society?
(c) February 12, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We the people are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the Constitution.” – Abraham Lincoln
“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.” -Abraham Lincoln, 16th US President (12 Feb 1809-1865)
America's love can seem a bit of fecklessness Filled as it is with a bit of recklessness Teenaged angst of not wishing to cry anymore The heartbreak is equitable among rich and poor
So many wish they could leave it where it can stay Others wish they could refuse the love of Valentine's Day Being in love can seem like some superhuman ecstasy As you summon the strength to chase your fantasy
The problem with love in America is all the ways We can approach it by living our passing days Romance, with its impracticalities, can be so extreme As we try to match the flair of our movie screens
There's a chronic man-to-woman sense of confrontation A type of bewilderment that spreads across our nation Love, like democracy, is a fine ideal for me, and you They just don't work no matter how much we want them to
The desires of our hearts do not always match our reason No matter how close it is to the approaching Valentine's season Love's ashes crumble as they collide with life's compromise Paradise becomes a living Hell as our nights reach their sunrise
The problems with love in America in all our living days Is how unsettled it seems in the part that imperfection plays Still, even if only in our dreams, love must end well It's just part of the optimism of our American love tale
(c) February 11, 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
