Approaching the study of the edges of space Has only begun as technology sets the pace For the time, it must be studied in deference As it is a humbling, character-building experience
The stars we watch are like trees in a forest That watch back, alive and breathing, without rest We try to choose happiness over suffering yet fail As bleak as we are, hoping our better angels prevail
The void of space knows the pangs of emptiness But it is the human heart that knows loneliness Though we swear to love one another as our bond This promise intrudes on spaces that burn beyond
As we truly strive, making friends with our imagination The hurt felt pervasively needs some decontamination As the voices we begin to hear become heirs apparent Taking form in the cruelty that is worn utterly transparent
Some put their heads in ovens and other sorts of bell jars While others launch their voyage deep into distant stars Our need for others is overwhelming and totally compelling As it breeds jealousy, envy, and fears that are soul-revealing
Space is a moving sea that flows between each other's shore Crashing in waves of feelings that wear until they are worn As we mortals face the anguish of our moments spent alone And we learn, again and again, that we are not made of stone
Into the muddy waters, we continue to into the ebb and flow While our conversations are the sum of more than we know We often give up the essence of ourselves to keep others In so much love as we are with the vanity of one another
(c) March 9, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
There's been a little damage to my eyes But that's the cost to all that I've seen As with a brave heart ready for the sunrise There have been so many places that I've been
The experts say I didn't do it all quite right I'm the first to admit that I got a lot wrong As my life begins to fade so does my sight But here I am and still pushing on quite strong
I believe the term used was vascular encroachment It seems a little heavy and in need of encouragement The thing is that I can somehow still manage to see Since I should be dead, to me that's not a travesty
There's been a little damage to my eyes But that's the cost to all that I've somehow seen Armed with a brave heart ready for the sunrise There have been so many places that I've been
And my goodness, the things I've seen along the way They've been the kind of things not seen everyday I guess I'm saying that I'm okay with some mistakes In my life, joy has been larger than heartbreaks
I'd estimate that a lot of people have seen much less And their lives are quite nice from what I'd guess So, with the report in that I won't be going blind I'm okay with the damage that they tell me they find
(c) March 7, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The mild voice of reason, pleading the cause of an enlarged and permanent interest, is but too often drowned, before public bodies as well as individuals, by the clamors of an impatient avidity for immediate and immoderate gain.” – James Madison (1788)
“Nature’s laws affirm instead of prohibit. If you violate her laws, you are your own prosecuting attorney, judge, jury, and hangman.” -Luther Burbank, horticulturist (7 Mar 1849-1926)
We have so little time for introspection As we approach life with our expectations Sometimes it's an easy flow of conversation Other times, we're micro-managing our destination
Being present and being openly here Is the experiment of what might disappear As our talking brings us together We are welcomed to the party of sweet surrender
Letting other people in can be scary We all know this with complete sincerity We cannot approach love without doing so However rough the start of letting love flow
Nice guys sometimes don't get to try Bad girls are often left to quietly cry Sometimes, we really don't know why Life comes to us without ready alibis
As we think and as we grow to feel We nearly all want that something real There's a need for us to touch the flame While we hope the other feels the same
Love can be there for the taking As we dance past the sentimental faking Smiling for all the reasons just because This is the path walked in becoming us
We introduce our words of affirmation As each comfortable silence becomes confirmation And the excitement feels like electricity As magnets attract, we spark our intimacy
Until finally, no longer internally debating We spend each day impatiently anticipating The nights of love we'll spend together As friendship grows into something much better
(c) March 6, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn’t seem so wonderful after all.” -Michelangelo Buonarroti, sculptor, painter, architect, and poet (6 Mar 1475-1564)
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 