Autarkeia

Autarkeia
by Michael Doyle

In these days of enhanced pushes for creativity
We slip and slide in our moral relativity
Getting dazed and pushed by sex and violence
We confuse this with mistaken social turbulence

Yesterday's logic is puzzled by the push and pull
Of opinions and inundated with straight-up bull
That passes as fact until other opinions check
And through force of power make society a wreck

Let's cancel the noise in favor of self-sufficiency
It's time for the true happiness of our independency
Let's develop a code of thinking and revel in it
This is necessary for meaning and true fulfillment

Close your mind to the myriad of disturbing voices
And base our lives on the free will of our own choices
The self is not the problem behind depression and abuse
Of substances of which we must be independent of use

The conventions of his time met Ralph Waldo Emerson
And his essay, "Self Reliance", met this head-on
We need to make our own way in a world of landmines
That always insists that we somehow fall in line

Let's cancel the noise in favor of self-sufficiency
It's time for the true happiness of our independency
Let's develop a code of thinking and revel in it
This is necessary for meaning and true fulfillment

Eight principles realize the key to personal autonomy
Wisdom and confidence yield the path of self-sufficiency
The best life is not one overshared, glittery, and unsteady
The private life should, indeed, be one lived in privacy

Despite the world's displeasure, conformity should be measured
One's true thoughts, not the cliques, should be treasured
In the midst of crowds, never fear to dare to walk alone
Fitting in can, at times, be the worst sin to ever atone

Let's cancel the noise in favor of self-sufficiency
It's time for the true happiness of our independency
Let's develop a code of thinking and revel in it
This is necessary for meaning and true fulfillment

The happiest path to walk listens to the Spartan fife
Having sufficient grit leads to our successes in life
The self-discipline of admiring virtue and ignoring vice
Admiration and emulation of nobility is the best advice

A foolish consistency comes from an unchangeable mind
It's better to leave that which doesn't work far behind
While living these ways we are best served living truth
Every step taken in a self-sufficient life provides the proof

Let's cancel the noise in favor of self-sufficiency
It's time for the true happiness of our independency
Let's develop a code of thinking and revel in it
This is necessary for meaning and true fulfillment

City dolls collect paychecks from fixed institutions
Despite the fact this often destroys their constitutions
It is better to live one's life by every known indication
Living the paths drawn from our own living specifications

This is a messy world in which most people just go along
Following one's own best thoughts is how to best belong
Nothing else can bring true peace but to follow our hearts
Life might be hard but it's best to follow this from the start

(c) August 22, 2024 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Arbitrary Power Is Most Easily Established On the Ruins of Liberty Abused To Licentiousness

“Arbitrary power is most easily established on the ruins of liberty abused to licentiousness.” – George Washington (1753)

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Thought For the Day: You Know That Place Between Sleep and Awake, That Place Where You Still Remember Dreaming? That’s Where I’ll Always Love you

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” – Peter Pan

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Blessed By His Glory

Blessed By His Glory
by Michael Doyle

I'm thankful for the ability
Given to all of humanity
To lift our voices in praise
We raise this sound throughout our days

It is to the risen king
That we will always sing
For He who heals us and saves
And has kept us from our graves

Every day my faith grows
In the lion that rose
I hear all believers saying
As we are on our knees, we are praying

Our trust is based on nothing less
Than knowing our savior's righteousness
From distant times, our faith is kept in place
Through His amazing grace

We remain blessed by His glory
As we stand as part of His story
Thankful to keep Him on our lives thrones
We are the people called out as His own

(c) August 21, 2024 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: The Problem To Be Solved Is, Not What Form of Government Is Perfect, But Which of the Forms Is Least Imperfect

“It has been said that all Government is an evil. It would be more proper to say that the necessity of any Government is a misfortune. This necessity however exists; and the problem to be solved is, not what form of Government is perfect, but which of the forms is least imperfect.” – James Madison (1833)

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Thought For the Day: You’re Only Given A Little Spark of Madness and If You Lose That, You’re Nothing

“You’re only given a little spark of madness and if you lose that, you’re nothing.” – Robin Williams, in A Night at the Roxy

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In the Heat of August

In the Heat of August
by Michael Doyle

Rising temperatures affect the mood
With noisy insects seeming to intrude
Some live to complain line after line
But I think instead, I'll make August mine

Even a poet or two finds it a poverty
That they cannot enjoy nature's tapestry
Preferring violets over fields of flowers
That could and should be explored for hours

Everyone has favorites, that's an always
But why not enjoy August's sunny days
The fruits are ripened enough to feast
Fireflies are in the evening woods to greet

The rise of the rarest sight of blue moon
Autumn is coming and will be here soon
Children swim in the pools and swimming holes
It seems August brings much good to our souls

There is magic in these summer months spent
And before we know it, it will have come and went
The long dusks of summer bring their dreams
Held safe in the embrace of silvery moonbeams

Maybe those who hate August fail to understand
That August is, indeed, summer's last stand
Helen Hunt Jackson may see August as her regret
In doing this, it seems there's a lot she forgets

(c) August 20, 2024 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: The Moment the Idea Is Admitted Into Society that Property Is Not As Sacred As the Laws of God, and That There Is Not A Force of Law and Public Justice To Protect It, Anarchy and Tyranny Commence

“The moment the idea is admitted into society that property is not as sacred as the laws of God, and that there is not a force of law and public justice to protect it, anarchy and tyranny commence.” – John Adams (1787)

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Thought For the Day: If We Were To Wake Up Some Morning and Find That Everyone Was the Same Race, Creed, and Color, We Would Find Some Other Cause For Prejudice By Noon

“If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed, and color, we would find some other cause for prejudice by noon.” – George D. Aiken, US senator (20 Aug 1892-1984)

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Asian American Is Not A Color

Asian American Is Not A Color
by Michael Doyle

All these phenotypes and social constructions
Have led to oppression and humanity's destruction
Colors cannot be the references of relationship
Warped as it is under the God that we worship

Imperfect groups are clustered in racial identity
And are too often used to divide our humanity
Injustice, war, and oppression have shaped nations
If lasting peace is to be, we must end procrastination

It's a fuss enough to holler
Asian American is not a color
All this atonal racism is hard to own
How can you hate others based on skin tone?

Busy streets are filled with double-parked cars
Where blinking hazard lights glow like stars
Eyes that kiss their corners fill China Town
Each wondering why there are rules to keep people down

Questions raise to the steps of this journey
As it becomes a struggle for unquenchable destiny
Finding our way through a gauntlet of hallways
Racial fairness tries to find its semi-tragic way

It's a fuss enough to holler
Asian American is not a color
All this atonal racism is hard to own
How can you hate others based on skin tone?

(c) August 19, 2024 Michael Doyle
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