It is no secret that laws weren't to be numerous Nor were our laws meant to be written as voluminous Every one of our Founding Fathers made that clear When they said as much and asked the nation to adhere
Ordinary Americans work their way through the maze Poring over regulatory law that seems to openly graze On the souls of those who had never casually expected So much of their freedom and liberty to be rejected
All the facts behind the acts of the open human story Reveal the rationale for what law shouldn't be for glory But of the average man in such as way as to lend a hand Never tyrannical in practice or simply by kingly command
Law has exploded and expounded across far too many pages And in doing so has subjected the people to outrages Outrages that while we must take the moments to explore Must be tolerated seldom or not at all for any more
This should be our national goal and living aspiration That we Americans should live for the freedom of the nation That founded our republic all those many years ago Qualitative and quantitative, it is the measure of our soul
It all comes down to measures of perplexing complexity All in regard to matters that required utmost simplicity No law should be more complex than the average understand This isn't only needed but what we must truly demand
(c) August 5, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
In truth, Christ came to save us all Bringing us peace, as we might recall Christ has already graced us as He's done In the name of the Father, the Spirit, and the Son
In this world, hanging onto hostility There's seldom a case study in humility There is so much happening in controversy That seemingly cannot help but be incendiary
Reaching for the surface are the conversations That struggle with blowback and have derivations Of holiness, which becomes harder still to reach So that there is something to hear as we preach
That critical thinking seems harder to do In the echo chambers that capture me and you Prayer, then, is the start of being truly woken Let our words be guided by God as these are spoken
It's better not to pretend the lip service That doesn't align with our life purposes We must put on our best sense of confidence While binding ourselves into the hands of providence
If you want to know something good and new Begin by studying the old and seek out what's true Send out your arguments by seeking to understand This is what our times ardently demand
Morality must find its surface in the best way To take on corruption to make for a better day We must stand in the public square in good repute Unafraid to put the impure into reasoned dispute
It's odd to hear arguments made about intention When the statements made evidence lack of attention The rules of engagement have become insensibility Christians must show God's ways through civility
In Christ's betrayal, He first shared the bread Of His broken body to keep in His followers' heads That mercy enfolds and holds us in its embrace That we might know God's salvation and loving grace
So many times, we fall short in this season Losing ground to our passions and forgetting reason Yet, there on Golgotha's cursed barren tree Our savior's death bought us our eternal liberty
(c) August 4, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Bestow upon me, O Lord my God, understanding to know thee, diligence to seek thee, wisdom to find thee, and a faithfulness that may finally embrace thee.” – Thomas Aquinas
Life is the near-death experience In which you always stay alive The truth of this is felt by preference Even when uncertain that you'll survive
The backhand data feels a little missing But no matter how, it feels a bit dismissing We are the generation of the anti-woke Walking in a world of mirrors and puffing smoke
We are the team of the real values The one with the language we don't need to choose The world gets weirder than weird more than a lot As we track the paths God seems to have forgot
I prefer to live my life in full-bore reality Where gender has standards and actually It seems that no one knows which way is up anymore It's just a brave new world we can infinitely explore
In this world that mysteriously lost its conscience We had best be careful of following the science Be it Covid or the Chinese use of prematurely dead bodies There are a lot of really strong possible maybes
It seems this is a life set up for equal jokes It's how we learn if our companions are fair folks If people can take as much as they willingly give We live in a world of live and let's forgive
After all, we owe ourselves to pre-civilization Successes before the door led to our actualization And as mankind prepares for its trip to Mars We wonder how AI evolved into driverless cars
These sorts of thoughts build on our genetic memory Of how mankind moved beyond laughing with monkeys Rogan teaches us to think one critical smile at a time What if the best life offers is simply a punchline?
(c) August 3, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“You cannot define electricity. The same can be said of art. It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something which needs no definition.” – Marcel Duchamp
We paraded all of our songs Singing on the trail to each other Strumming our tunes to one another Wondering where we might belong
We were tripping over the cost Feeling intoxicatingly lost As we fished for the stars Inventing our stories on our guitars
Like butterflies in metamorphosis We drifted in our focus and emphasis Telling each other's lost dreams We'd be the stars on gilded screens
Or maybe at least a moment on MTV Our 15 minutes would be eventually Until then, it was good just to conspire Seated there around the ringed fire
By the time we were done Like vampires, we traded glory for the sun Like so many, the fools you and I were It didn't even once occur
That however fast our fingers We weren't born to be rock's gunslingers We were just a couple of troubadours We set out to sonically explore
The world might be a blue stone In which we held court, never done But as two pyrotechnics that played Half as hot as the derring-do we displayed
It was all made worthless, the day you died I sat there motionless and silently cried Alone in the dark with nothing left to leave And nothing left to hang onto and believe
Gothic cathedrals leave their lonely shadows Like a full moon blazing over the moonbow I guess that we took our bows and chances Lost up in the universe's cosmic dances
The bamboo flute song floated on the wind That night that I lost my best friend Now, the darkness runs in the tides of the moon And life, lived and loved, ends far too soon
(c) August 2, 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 