“The hardest single part of building a software system is deciding precisely what to build the most important function that software builders do for their clients is the iterative extraction and refinement of the product requirements. For the truth is, the clients do not know what they want. They usually do not know what questions must be answered, and they have almost never thought of the problem in the detail that must be specified.” – Fred Brooks
It is once, maybe twice Your head starts reeling It's easy to pay the price Getting lost in these electric feelings
You know you've found the right one And that the search is finally done It's not like you'll evade the snares But you cannot be anything but fair
Everyone has their pick They might reach it quick Or they might reach it slow But in the end, we all know
The words come like a chokehold Of that something special told It's a feeling you must keep going on And your pulse rate is beating strong
All the emotions fall into right place Somewhere between my leather and your lace It's that vital point where we start to melt Giving in to the feelings that are already felt
It's that semi-cryptic point of empathy Knowing that not everyone will necessarily be happy But it's not about living for the sympathy It's more the need to know that you really feel me
Here in this modernistic age Life is a flash that turns its page It moves at an artificially fast pace And all we can hope for is our best end of race
Listening to each other's hearts talking Watching ourselves as if feelings walking Doing the best that we are capable To make peace at feeling a bit inter-changeable
At least, that is, to a certain degree Refusing the chains but loving for free Until we are unable to get enough of one another Are we ready, babe, to truly love each other?
(c) April 18, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Without liberty, law loses its nature and its name, and becomes oppression. Without law, liberty also loses its nature and its name, and becomes licentiousness.” – James Wilson (1790)
The time has come and the time is now To remember the nation's virtues somehow Because when the Left has gotten out of control There is virtually nothing to ever console
The loss of some fundamental beliefs That without which we are stuck in grief As our bleeding hearts become tyrannical The path they weave becomes quite maniacal
There is no good in the dumbing down of society To make someone lesser ease their social anxiety In no way makes our world any more equitable We should lend ourselves to rewarding the capable
How is it that we have been argued into duplicity? Has the Left truly forgotten that to protect liberty We must always protect the others' freedoms Instead of turning the nation into a fiefdom
Where instead of seeking the leadership of the meritorious We stumble as we crumble into skin tone being victorious And what good is there in punishing all dishonesty? When doing so interferes with the business of society
Handing our best chances over to illegal residents Like anyone in this land could be made our president Is something that our parents could not have conceived it Someone pulled the puppet's strings and then believed it
As something desirable, and though life in its levity Deserves moments that recognize its certain brevity We should not desert what were the principles of this land To be led by the post-Marxism of Frankfurt's command
Nothing is as loved by tyrants as blind obedience But that doesn't make our nation become resplendent We have become believers in outrageous blasphemy And in doing this, we are trading in decent authority
Giving away consent of the governed for rule by agency In a manner that is Marxian in its spoiled precedency If we keep this path of the despised and the damned In the end, we are to blame for allowing to be rammed
From our pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness To the theft of all private property to chase bliss That cannot be found by being duped in our naivety Into trading our natural liberty for allegiance to authority
(c) April 18, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
We paint a life seen together Certain that our blessings are better As we talk into the night Before we know it, it's the morning light
Learning things of complexity As we break it down into simplicity Life can be overly demanding But it comes down to our understanding
We talk about new traditions We will make it into our rendition Of our dreams spoken aloud And my vision of you simply astounds
As we have shared our words together And kept our spaces safe and better All the moments that we quietly share These are the moments that show we care
All these quiet moments looking into your eyes Are the special moments that make me realize That your ways will always be the best plays And that you make me beautifully amazed
(c) April 17, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
First Principles: Let Each Citizen Remember At the Moment He Is Offering His Vote…That He Is Executing One of the Most Solemn Trusts In Human Society For Which He Is Accountable To God and His Country
“Let each citizen remember at the moment he is offering his vote … that he is executing one of the most solemn trusts in human society for which he is accountable to God and his country.” – Samuel Adams (1781)
Thought For the Day: You Can’t Change the Past, But You Can Ruin the Present By Worrying About the Future
“You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.”– Isak Dinesen (pen name of Karen Blixen), author (17 Apr 1885-1962)
From the Shadows, Grows the Light by Michael Doyle
Emerging from the shadows, There is one thing that I know God keeps promises despite disruption He'll bring an end to all corruption
This is the path for all eternity The house of the worthy worships His deity With hearts devoted to right intention We give all that's holy our right attention
Our hearts are full with the holy flame That burns forever in His blessed name Everything is done in His good vision We trust our lives within that vision
Everything that is, is said and done With the power of God's only Son Everything will turn out wonderful Because everything is His made beautiful
(c) April 16, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.” -Anatole France, novelist, essayist, Nobel laureate (16 Apr 1844-1924)
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