Divination

Divination
by Michael Doyle

Is it true that only fools
Cast aside all the rules?
And what kind of wreck
Does life become living by the deck?

A spooky basement points the direction
That reveals the cloth of divination
Hand painted arcana mixes with astrology
It is needed to forecast what becomes our history

Candles are lit and the reading begins
These are the risks taken between friends
As twelve cards are circles in a zodiac reading
It won't be long until the friends are barely breathing

A thirteenth card is centered between for clarity
The cards are then shuffled with tainted sincerity
As the High Priestess looks and patiently knows
That drunken children will suffer horrendous blows

Each child gathers in wait of their own story
Nonbelievers find humor in this painted glory
The cards begin to lay out the demonic tale
Only the High Priestess knows who will prevail

There's always one who cannot wait
Opening doors to curiously investigate
A magician's bag of tricks brings deception
A lack of control snaps through the connection

Impulses should be resisted in the name of trust
Keeping close to those with whom we surely must
Following the wrong light to a false track
Can take you down a path from which there is no turning back

Some of us are prone to pour gasoline on the fire
Talking more than listening as we're led by our desires
Love might be the death of two becoming one
But the power of the two can make this path undone

It you're brave enough to face your fears
It doesn't mean you won't shed true tears
Step by step, the evil known patiently grows
When you play with magic, there are crushing blows

The Devil plays along without sympathy
While his High Priestess knows no pity
Quietly, she creeps in death and darkness
You cannot change fate, or its harshness

One by one their lives are taken
When you dare the magic, you are forsaken
Evil comes at you like a runaway train
The things seen leave their traces on the brain

Accidents that align are more than coincidence
And point to murderous design incident after incident
We stretch to make our readings come true
Crazy is as crazy does is one point of view

There is a dark design behind our waiting fate
The stars align with Hell in their equal weight
Astrology and tarot are the most powerful combination
When it comes to the dark art of divination

(c) October 30, 2024 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Double, Double Toil and Trouble; Fire Burn, and Cauldron Bubble

“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.” – William Shakespeare ,Act 4, Scene 1of MacBeth

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First Principles: The Only Maxim of A Free Government Ought To Trust No Man Living With Power To Endanger the Public Liberty

“The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty.” – John Adams, 2nd US president (30 Oct 1735-1826)

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A Pastor’s Sorrow

A Pastor's Sorrow
by Michael Doyle

Sitting in church bringing our last weeks
To hear the Lord as the pastor speaks
Emotions felt can be good and bad
The moments of life can be happy and sad

Moments of sorrow rock us to our core
These are the moments that become the door
These allow us to enter and to know the score
The Lord comes to tell us, we can handle more

Sometimes, we have to let life fly
It's okay to fall down and to cry
Whatever our conditions that we know
These are the ways of life that help us grow

These are the times we will need to pray
Uncertain of exactly what we should say
Even the pastor breaks down in sorrow
Knowing life presses on into our tomorrows

(c) October 29, 2024 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Should You Shield the Canyons From the Windstorms You Would Never See the True Beauty of Their Carvings

“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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First Principles: The Question Is Not What Rights Naturally Belong To Man, But How They May Be Most Equally and Effectually Guarded In Society

“The question is, not what rights naturally belong to man, but how they may be most equally and effectually guarded in society.” – Roger Sherman

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A Speculative Blush of History

A Speculative Blush of History
by Michael Doyle

In part, science fiction involves mystery
Other times, speculation about history
What might have been or might well be
Had things only turned out a bit differently

All the casual moments of interpretation
Of events real and in the imagination
From War and Peace to science fiction
Invent perspectives for their depiction

Historical speculation applies deduction
From known sciences to begin reconstruction
Turning the few facts that might be known
Into a story that has become fully grown

Alternative histories are not just pure imagination
But rely on templates of the past and the machination
Of theory mixed with observations from the real past
Used together to formulate a fictive recast

In all the potential outcomes from darkness falling
It is worth considering Mark Twain Yankee calling
For an alternative better world that turned to fright
As modernism is revealed as killing of the knights

Alternative history does not always determine the outcome
It seems a twist of fate that brings man to save God's kingdom
Behold that man and others who travel back to time's direction
To bring about the future by fomenting true connection

In all the layers within these stories it seems to be
That there is no such thing as one real and true history
Parlor games create the illusions that we accept as real
And that's the monstrosity of this alternative deal

(c) October 28, 2024 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Freedom of Speech Is A Principal Pillar of A Free Government: When This Support Is Taken Away, the Constitution of a Free Society Is Dissolved

“Freedom of speech is a principal pillar of a free government: When this support is taken away, the constitution of a free society is dissolved.” – Benjamin Franklin, in The Pennsylvania Gazette

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Thought For the Day: To Know and Love One Other Human Being Is the Root of All Wisdom

 “To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.” – Evelyn Waugh

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Raising Unnecessary Spirits

Raising Unnecessary Spirits
by Michael Doyle

Consigned to a comedic sense of Hell
There is a demon who laughingly dwells
He makes his home in haunted house scare
Beetlejuice is filled with tricks and dares

To call his own shots filled with this synergy
It recalls the chaos of the three-ringed energy
Of a circus spawned by those comedically dead
While Beetle juice says the first things in his head

Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead
That is if you want to ever come out ahead
Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns
And every story told will have profitable returns

With certain pizzaz, he turns on the juice
In the half-interest in what it might shake loose
Whatever the theory and whatever comes what may
There no backing down on this demon's resume

The story told is charmingly twisted, not new
There is an aesthetic to reliving the same view
Through older eyes that did not become more wise
But life moves forward when its not paralyzed

Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead
That is if you want to ever come out ahead
Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns
And every story told will have profitable returns

A story told that is so perfectly stripped
To its best telling doesn't need a new script
It, perhaps, needs best to be left quietly alone
Buried beneath a "don't do over" heavy stone

Eccentric parts sometimes only once becomes whole
Sometimes a plot line visually only has one soul
Even as an aside that whispers supernatural complications
A story is best told with a new vision and imagination

Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead
That is if you want to ever come out ahead
Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns
And every story told will have profitable returns

(c) October 27, 2024 Michael Doyle
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