It's difficult to say which came first Was it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadness Pilloried by the blinding drive of madness
The dreams of men are older than Cthulhu's call Beyond the growing shadows of the world's fall A contemplative Sphinx sleeps for all eternity Until the darkness grows and overcomes with urgency
Subjugating and overwhelming the resistance of mankind Making even the strongest among mere mortals blind Blind to the unknown heaven where abysmal gods sleep The walls of slumber speak, grown slippery and steep
The moon grows darker, and the gods dance that night When the shadows prevail until there is no more light Eclipses foretell that the sensible will seek death When the Ancient One comes to claim our last breath
Never say never, as we give way to primeval fears We lose our way into the pools of blood and tears Our minds are lost as we slip into our insanity We seek to forget those things that take our humanity
There, on the borders of this world, standing on the edge We look into the unceasing chaos just beyond the ledge Into the terrifying vistas somewhere beyond our reality We have stumbled into the new Dark Age beyond our safety
(c) October 2, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.” – George Washington, in his Farewell Address
It's a twisted blade to the knife That makes a struggle for our life Into a battle to hold off death Until the very last draw of breath
So much deception when truth becomes lies While we look for the dreams behind the eyes Of those that we somehow love without belief Waiting for them to draw blood and find relief
The relief reached in their thirst for blood As they and we drag ourselves through the mud Scratch-by-scratch, somehow barely holding on Until death by death, we fear humanity is gone
Nobody knows how the zombie virus started The search for this truth isn't for the faint-hearted For myself, I believe in the whispered story That it comes from some government laboratory
Lies told, and deceptions heard strike every nerve They told us fourteen days to flatten the curve Of the top ten lies from the government, this makes the list Instead, the disease spread hand over fist
Setting tribe against tribe, hoping to stay alive We said our prayers and isolated ourselves to survive As more and more turned, and we hoped for a cure We could only hope the human race would endure
Bite by bite, we lost this human's race With a handful of survivors relying on grace Building walls of defense to start again Families of choice not blood, became true friends
Never again accepting unproven authority Never forgetting what they did to our dignity This became legends bred from grandparent lore A new mythology of the lived through and something more
Bullet-for-bullet, there was quite a cost Between our tears, we remember the lost This coming Halloween has postured to its meaning Remembering with honor, those no longer human beings
But ghosts tainted as we are, as we pass through this fire Giving our best when driven down to the wire We did what we had to just to somehow stay alive There is no shame in knowing that we'll survive
The ground we stand on is soaked in blood What's left of our spirit is mired in mud We must become and be a people of purposeful nobility I say this at the blood-stained cost of my humility
I feel the guilt of surviving to live I say this having given all that I have to give Can I be among those who begin again? I extend my hand to you as kindred and friend
(c) October 1, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The poet fought against fame again Thinking only of peace found in Zen Seeking quiet life in a monastery But the truth faced turned out contrary
Death on two legs stole no small amount Leaving Cohen with nothing in his account This is the ethics of jaded Hollywood The essence of fame as it's understood
Emotions felt across the generational divide Images become darker as reality starts to collide The dealer deals the hand played out as a game In need of a healer, the star was broken and lame
Canonized for dying a deity's death Unwanted fans sang along to his last breath Watching angels fall gave him his insight Struggling creatures still seek the light
Garrulous excess sketches a beautiful symphony Of a life lived never expecting any sympathy Forced into the role of the archangel turned star While simply bending words blended with guitar
Emotions felt across the generational divide Images become darker as reality starts to collide The dealer deals the hand played out as a game In need of a healer, the star was broken
Over and over, he slipped away from stardom unseduced He was never caught up in the demanded numbers produced Carefully guarding his muse, he disallowed from being reduced However much others wished the poet might be induced
On the shelf stands a catalog of songs of experience Ordinary enough, though expressed as if sedated preference Hid a secret wealth of private failures stacked tall Of which his heart's song played out as he simply recalled
Emotions felt across the generational divide Images become darker as reality starts to collide The dealer deals the hand played out as a game In need of a healer, the star was broken
(c) September 30, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
We find our safety and security In what brings us true liberty To live our lives as we want to be This is the path of living free
We pass some things on as a legacy The Bible reflects this complexity It's a love letter to teach us love Following God's ways shown from above
Facing forward into the future with gratitude We look at the Bible with our childlike attitudes The Bible preserves His chosen people's history And provides the secrets of the revealed mystery
Along with the history are the books of the law Bringing rules and guidance to readily recall Family rules that bring us together in unity It's been like this throughout our history
It's these things that start our relationship And builds the path to our best worship We are to live in freedom but to do real good As servants of God, this is certainly understood
We will choose the ways we will live And God will nearly always forgive If we are to live best, we will follow God's ways And if we follow this plan, we will have our best days
Life to the fullest, living as we've been taught This road map is the one we've always sought The Bible is a love story between God and man All we need to do is to follow His plans
1600 years of truth in one full measure Rests in the words of God's greatest treasure Giving percepts of joy and teaching what's right There is great reward in keeping this in our sight
The Bible was kept in a constant state of purity Hidden in the heart as a matter of utmost surety God's word is to be written on the heart and mind It is sight given in a world of the bitter and blind
In the dust of the rabbi, pious students learned Until they knew right enough for God to be discerned How do we bring an expectancy of how it is that we grow And through God's love, we learn in stillness then to know
There are some filters that will teach us best To be successful in our life's constant flow of tests God's breath is written and spoken to teach Every possible person who seeks God to be reached
And trained to this in holy and godly ways It is so that we can find our steps in these days Loving the Lord with all our heart and strength Throughout every day's most prolonged sense of length
Loving the Lord God as He's held in your heart To find your best finish from the very start This is a prayer of humility and gratitude That brings us closest to our best attitudes
(c) September 29, 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
