There is a certainty felt 100% I believe in the you this represents These are the keys of responsibility That validate our sense of security
Letting the differences build our memories I know that you and I know no urgencies As we float our lives together into place We know this love by its numbered traces
The waves resound as they crash on the shore While each kiss between begs for a little more A look tells us we fit smoothly into our places And the love we feel is written on our faces
It's a natural thing, as we've quietly understood Confident as we are side by side feeling good It's a beautiful thing, how it is that simply fit Like a walk under the moonlight, we'll never forget
All the fickle challenges come to be met and overcome As king and queen, we fortify the strength of our kingdom Heartbeat-by-heartbeat, we know, combined together There is no chance our world can be any sort of better
(c) June 7, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“This balance between the National and State governments ought to be dwelt on with peculiar attention, as it is of the utmost importance. It forms a double security to the people. If one encroaches on their rights they will find a powerful protection in the other. Indeed, they will both be prevented from overpassing their constitutional limits by a certain rivalship, which will ever subsist between them.” —Alexander Hamilton (1788)
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
I feel as lonely as the pain inside Tortured to my soul, and I cannot hide I pray to the Lord above that I be strong enough This time, I feel Satan calling my bluff
They can pull all the teeth from my head And still, I stand and am not dead I have never felt such deep, overwhelming pain And still, I have no right to complain
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
Sometimes, I feel like Job in his misery Then I realize I'm confusing my history I am reminded of all the wrong I have done As I hang on my cross, I am nobody's son
The strings are pulled and broken in my soul How much is too much in damaged control I'm drowning here, quietly reaching above water Quietly calling out, abandoned by my Father
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
When you look into my eyes, tell me, do you see I ask you for mercy because I no longer know me This thing going on is killing me from the inside The pain that I feel leaves me nowhere to hide
I hang from my broken cross, feeling crucified While braver warriors tell me I've not even tried The tears from my heart roll down my battered face The rot of my soul is its only remaining trace
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
...The quiet colors bleed
(c) June 5, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“No man is allowed to be a judge in his own cause, because his interest would certainly bias his judgment, and, not improbably, corrupt his integrity.” – James Madison (1787)
There's a quiet in nature That you won't find in the city It helps you to think and mature Learning what is and isn't pretty
This is especially true of the soul As you learn the value of self-control Being where you must truly observe Gives you the outcome that you deserve
The things we wish for mostly come true However, that is meant for me and you Or, at least, the truth is felt in traces Felt deep within as we step into places
That tells us the truth of who we are As we keep our eyes on the paths and the stars That leads us one way or another to see Who exactly we were born to be
We mostly can't help what happens by chance But we do decide what we make of each circumstance These are the critical moments that we live And nature teaches us what we can give
Every misplaced step has a lesson that we learn Until we become wise enough to amply discern All that we can as we walk our truth with humility Grace provides us the way out with our dignity
However much it is that we initially start Finding ourselves face-to-face within our hearts With the truths that nature has readily shown While adding on experiences needed to be known
Gradually, the potential dangers fade away While places and imprints of beauty stay When we master ourselves, we become truly free Nature teaches us to live our lives with dignity
(c) June 4, 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 