Thought For the Day: The Best Way To Predict the Future Is To Create It

“The best way to predict the future is to create it.” – Peter Drucker

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Thought For the Day: Where We Stand Is Not As Important As the Direction In Which We Are Moving

“Where we stand is not as important as the direction in which we are moving.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

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First Principles: Here Comes the Orator! With His Flood of Words, and His Drop of Reason

“Here comes the orator! With his flood of words, and his drop of reason.” – Benjamin Franklin (1735)

Did anyone else find that State of the Union Address less than unifying?

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There’s Been A Little Damage

There's Been A Little Damage
by Michael Doyle

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
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First Principles: The Mild Voice of Reason, Pleading the Cause of An Enlarged and Permanent Interest, Is But Too Often Drowned

“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)

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Thought For the Day: Nature’s Laws Affirm Instead of Prohibit. If You Violate Her Laws, You Are Your Own Prosecuting Attorney, Judge, Jury, and Hangman

“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)

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Growing Our Intimacy

Growing Our Intimacy
by Michael Doyle

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
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Thought For the Day: If People Knew How Hard I Worked To Get My Mastery, It Wouldn’t Seem So Wonderful After All

“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)

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First Principles: Truth Can Stand By Itself. Subject Opinion To Coercion: Whom Will You Make Your Inquisitors

“Truth can stand by itself. Subject opinion to coercion: whom will you make your inquisitors?” – Thomas Jefferson (1781)

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A Huntington Beach Memory

Better Together Forever -Sometimes the Day's End Comes Too Fast
A Huntington Beach Memory
by Michael Doyle

The sand in my shoes
Holds a Midas shadow
Over time passages and windows
Of all these memories and blues

My eyes rise to the timeless skies
When certain songs on the radio play
This, then, is no real disguise
For the coming of the ending of our days

Al Stewart was always present on my mind
Like an old song that never gets left behind
Arpeggiated into their own crescendo
My daydreams play into their continuing echo

Straightened as it were on the wheels of confusion
I wonder about how much of our certainty
Will turn out to be simply a passing illusion
And how much of this is accurate in its history

Do you remember driving down Highway One
Our jams were blasting out as another day was done
About those girls, did we ever truly regret
Or lose the verses to songs we'd forget

The songs that we'd make up and played
As we lived out that sunshine charade
That we'd one day make the radio charts
Closer to the heart, we held our arts

We'd brought our clinker guitars to play
Out on the sands at the end of that day
It turned out we didn't have a lot to say
And then the girls? Well, they got away..

(c) March 5, 2024 Michael Doyle
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Neverland - Shipwreck Beach's Breezy Splashdown

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