Splitting hangover starts the day Again and again in instant replay You're certain you have been here before From what's seen, you don't need thinking any more
Despite appearances, you won't feel better tomorrow Your two choices are either fear or sorrow As life grinds you down to your last breath This day is a celebration of your belated death
Happy Death Day! Happy Death Day! If you're feeling lucky, you've missed The invitation that leaves you kissed
Happy Death Day! Happy Death Day! You keep on searching behind the curtains But this life will only keep you hurting
The pain you feel is caused by yourself You won't find the answers on any shelf With what you've been through, you should be dead This day keeps running on through your head
It's like an alley of broken dreams Your sanity is coming apart at its seams It's that universal idiocy of equilibrium That becomes its own disordered delirium
Happy Death Day! Happy Death Day! If you're feeling lucky, you've missed The invitation that leaves you kissed
Happy Death Day! Happy Death Day! You keep on searching behind the curtains But this life will only keep you hurting
(c) March 30, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favors.” – George Washington
Stains of colors come alive These help one to live We are happy as we arrive Finding life giving what it has to give
We run as fast as the breeze That whisper lessons under backyard trees Some are laughing at the rosary Including Frida with her irreverent dignity
The Bible brings up much mystery And maybe one or two conflicts with history Oils and watercolors raise questions One brave soul asked without hesitation
Green light, magenta, pretty pairs of red Led a world of colors, bringing life as said And bringing truth to the artistic light It helped decipher the world in her sight
Exceeding the limits was her happy game That helped keep the world from seeming the same Defying the definitions of 'Old Mexico' Frida was drawn to a different way to grow
Dying with laughter, the Cachuchas brought relief From the drab grays and cycles of grief Everything that gave pleasure was felt as good This was the rebellion that Frida understood
Breathing the raw scent of what passes for love Minds are led to remain earthly and not to the above Flights of imagination and the sheerest sensuality Were the mangled things of Frida's tragic reality
Lies boldly tell of crashes and of the tears But all that's true are the moments that make the years Passing in suffered wounds that exceed the crying Where Frida lived on instead of lying there dying
(c) March 29, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
We find ourselves in our struggle Emerging from our strife into life It seems to me, that we too often juggle The solutions that can be overly rife
It is us who write our own story As we listen beyond that which is auditory To truly hear who we are meant to become As that someone beats its own drum
We often edit if and as we write honestly Though at times, this is not done concisely There is something in life's artistry That breaks through with our pounding integrity
The story of ourselves evolves inside our heads It emerges from our hopes overcoming our dreads From this story, we learn to build ourselves Half-inspired from imagination, but also from our shelves
That hold the books that lead the way Inspired as we are by our passing days Let's make these stories inspiring and engaging Through the gambles that we are always waging
Daring as we do through our own hands Knowing full well these are our lives to command Each finger pointing, points to a different journey Only our hearts and minds decide our destiny
Life is fulfilled by our excitation That goes beyond the rote recitation That too often speaks into silence This, then, is the dullness that does us violence
(c) March 28, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
In this world of darkness We often find too much harshness And not enough faith and love That we are told is given from heaven above
The Lord has paid our cost In redeeming us from being lost To become saved as we are found Keeping our smiles; we are heaven-bound
The Lamb rose to conquer His death As is proclaimed to our last breaths By His blood and by His holy name We manage to rise above our shame
There is a king who reigns in majesty He is found in the love of the Trinity There is but one true path; we find our way Joyously living our salvation every day
We give ourselves over to live in God's will Daring as we are in praise, we keep it real Finding that worthy is the savior's name Grace goes on as we love in life just the same
(c) March 27, 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 