Our minds have a superpower It's the ability to project beyond the hour We can be in the future or the past Temporarily, though, it will not last
Language is the mystic secret It can be soft or hard as concrete Our words can be said to transform It's by these words we change or conform
This magic is the truth of the voices We have heard inside and consisting of choices The more we understand, the less we echo The more we experience and the more we know
Time's web is a spectrum and is always in flow It's a continuum only the Muse truly knows Every word and tradition serves to teach These keep every moment of time in our reach
With this power, we can learn and then change Through this power, the world can rearrange Until it is that we have the eyes to see This is the revelation of every possibility
(c) May 21, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
I'm listening to the memories I'm studying all the melodies I'm listening to a lifetime of sounds Quietly mesmerized by what I've found
Going all the way back to 1965 It's almost before I was alive Here on the sonic avenue of something more Are the soul beats I love and explore
Pushing backwards from 2024 I open my mind and heart to that something more Exploring progressive rock from both sides I find my passions in what I cannot hide
From the proto-progressive to The Doors I have been open to perceptions that point to more There is, today, a low new sense of vibe And it's okay, I know I don't have to decide
Music is as it comes to be understood What we like, we define as what's good Hasn't it always been that way? It will remain as much tomorrow as it was yesterday
(c) May 20, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If men are to be precluded from offering their sentiments on a matter, which may involve the most serious and alarming consequences that can invite the consideration of mankind, reason is of no use to us; the freedom of speech may be taken away, and dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep, to the slaughter.”– George Washington
“The peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is, that it is robbing the human race; posterity as well as the existing generation; those who dissent from the opinion, still more than those who hold it. If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth: if wrong, they lose, what is almost as great a benefit, the clearer perception and livelier impression of truth, produced by its collision with error”. – John Stuart Mill, philosopher and economist (20 May 1806-1873)
Time travels as shadows grow longer And the need to be wiser is stronger I look on my children and hope the best I look for answers that might pass the test
As we raise our children for success It's the long game and not how they dress Directing them on the path to believe When we do right, they will not leave
It's the promise that we struggle to keep In happiness, and even in the tears we weep We will walk this path with the Lord's grace There is no comparison, only our simple traces
Those traces that we imprint on their souls Though we know so much of it is out of our control Nothing we do is meant to in any way deceive We give our very best and dream as we believe
We can see this as it was lived out in Eli And by his example, we can see and quietly rely That it's about building in our holy worship So much that we live within our relationship
We must provide instruction along with correction To keep our children going in the right direction There is a need for strong balance with authority The best parents live these roles in their integrity
Time, attention, and affection give the quality That is needed, however much we can afford quantity It's in the fully being there in our presence That matters far more than what we give as presents
Every step of the way is taken in this long game Calling out the love with intention and by name Speaking life and love, and holding our children tight This is the way of setting our children's life right
As we travel life, we should not rush to the rescue But holding our efforts back until God provides the cue If we truly want to help build up their maturity We must encourage our children to take on responsibility
The rules and the lessons of this needed responsibility Help us raise our kids lifted with grace into integrity This is the way we raise up as wise and not as fools The path we walk best is one that instills clear rules
Clear expectations having fair consequences will trace Lives well led and with consistency held firmly in place This is how children learn to strongly hold forth and abide In learning best how to life well life's long ride
We teach them to live righteously, walking God's way As we teach them by example in what we do and often say Echoes of our actions will show up in our children grown And by what we did, and not just said, they'll be known
(c) May 19, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Life Lived Artfully (Without Deceit) by Michael Doyle
Imagine, if you might, your life in a circumstance Handed over to art, but only from a tragic distance It would be a malaise that knew its exception Because your life is the art that doesn't know deception
But speaks truth in its every moment and its heartbeat Comes alive as a critique of a life lived without deceit The quiet sunset hangs its glowing evening star And it's hope brings healing to a dream's jagged scar
A familiar life can bring its own sort of fascination Found in the duet of a masquerade's simple variation When forced to say much in the form of solid limitations There is joy to be found even in its chosen lamentations
Stories in the simple life often require translation Speaking to the particular in a general explanation We bring the words that move us to a long time living And find the best of our understanding in our forgiving
(c) May 18, 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
