I wish I could erase the darkness I have felt That somehow, some way, I could escape the hand dealt All the good and the bad that makes us who we are Leaves me wishing forlorn on that semi-sacred star
There are apparitions in my wounded head As I fear the ghosts and living dead Echoes of the past and tatters of my reality Have robbed from me parts of my sanity
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
This word can be evil, sensual, and strange As we follow the path of the sun and rearrange The mysterious voices that fill the mind Of memories that somehow cannot be left behind
I had loved her as would any true father Fighting for her breath, she was my daughter In the remnants of the world's harshness We had pushed on through the world's darkness
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
We were only hoping for just a little light It was not blindness that took my sight Instead, it was the day that she suddenly died Revealing the world's truth as a god who lied
My life slipped in a crash from its state of pride I sat there agonized as I wept, unable to hide The sense of inane loss that was felt deep inside The likes of which I never wish again to confide
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
If I had done things differently Maybe played by rules less reverently My child might still be here Instead of the walking dead that causes such fear
In this world, there are so many regrets There is a reason that makes it hard to forget I wish it were a dream, but it is real There are times I wish that I could no longer feel
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
There are so many sins for which I must atone I know that I can't do this on my own With every sigh that I quietly take I remember the passing of my every mistake
Blood for blood gets us nowhere Looking around, I realize we're already there It's a struggle to stumble through day-to-day I've found my self-afflicted sorrow gets in the way
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
Post-apocalyptic haze fills my space of days This feels more than permanent, no longer a phase I've buried my child deep inside my pain Every breath of air feels as it were in vain
In this world that drips with nothing less than folly It becomes easy to fall in love with sheer melancholy Deep into the darkness, I am left alone and peering Lost in doubt and wonder, I stare alone and fearing
At times, life hands us stinging defeats The memories left are strong and bittersweet It's the sort of thing that tears you apart It's the sort of thing that breaks your heart
(c) October 17, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.“– Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke these words in the 1838 Springfield Lyceum address that the Democrats would rather us not be aware of or its more popular paraphrase of this speech. This speech may be found here:
Lincoln’s words speak to the unity and vigilance necessary to protect and preserve our fundamental freedoms. We, the People, are the final repository of our own freedom, liberty, principles, and foundational rights. The Democrats are upset currently because the Republican party is seeking to protect these rights by ensuring fair protections are preserved concerning voting. Those aspirations that so offend what was once a fair and decent opposition are that those voting do so legally. This requires citizenship, adequate identification, the ability of each person to only be allowed their legally mandated one vote each, and the fact that those voting are alive. These reasonable standards have governed this republic since universal suffrage has been in place in our nation. Suddenly, some Democrats would call this out as somehow unfair. It is the only way to preserve fairness in our voting process.
I walk my life in honesty Thankful for what God's done for me Repenting now, I begin to turn Attentively finding things to learn
Loving God with my deepest desire My fervent faith burns like fire Walking away from culture's toxicity I have found God's love in its simplicity
Love for love is beautifully spoken He never gave up on my spirit, brutally broken Giving me my conversion by way of immersion I decided again on spiritual baptism
Once I lived my life spiraling out of control I now find a renewed purpose for my soul A servant in every step that I walk I've found that faith is more than talk
That God would save a sinner like me Has transformed into my living testimony With every step, I feel God's loving embrace My soul is filled with His loving grace
(c) October 16, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Most of all, perhaps, we need intimate knowledge of the past. Not that the past has any magic about it, but because we cannot study the future, and yet need something to set against the present, to remind us that the basic assumptions have been quite different in different periods, and that much which seems certain to the uneducated is merely temporary fashion.” – C.S. Lewis
Why precisely we must defeat the global movement, but particularly in the United States, to eradicate so much of our past history.
It wasn't exactly love at first bite But it took an encouraging invite She wanted a man who loved her brain At long last, the search wasn't in vain
It was a love affair made for a few It was time to sink one's teeth into Some say it was in the interest of science I really don't know if they had a conscience
It will take more than lives For any of us to stay alive We'll need them because Hell has poured The dead among us in these hordes
Optimists say that we'll always find our way But this isn't what's meant when they say That love is blind, yet, well find our way Who knew that Haiti would lead to that way
All these secrets kept too late As though science determines our fate One bite and you are gone With nothing left to think on
It will take more than lives For any of us to stay alive We'll need them because Hell has poured The dead among us in these hordes
The scientist wants to open every door But not often does he ask what for One bite and all is tragically done Even before the setting of the sun
Families are ripped apart In a world filled with broken hearts Living through disaster on top of disaster It's hopeless and one gets what they're after
It will take more than lives For any of us to stay alive We'll need them because Hell has poured The dead among us in these hordes
We search for a grain of hope so long Telling ourselves we have to be strong Searching to build our new tomorrow We seek to ease our pain and end our sorrow
Everyday is a struggle to go on We find some sense of humor to hang on Humor and lies join to protect us from grief As we desperately cling to our beliefs
It will take more than lives For any of us to stay alive We'll need them because Hell has poured The dead among us in these hordes
(c) October 15, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Seeking the ways I can improve I know that God is going to move I can't help but chase it around The power and glory that I've found
Life lived in all its harmony There in the notes that surround me You know that I'm singing about the King Come know the joy that He brings
Walking the talk that I'll rock Now I walk the glory that I talk I raise my praise into a shout It's Jesus that I'm talking about
While I've something frightening My heart rejoiced at Satan being struck by lightning This, then, is my worship and testimony Coming together knowing that God loves me
Here is my sacred, healing heart I know that God finishes what He starts I'm not dead, and He is not done I've surrendered my life to the Father and the Son
(c) October 14, 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
