“Fear of serious injury cannot alone justify suppression of free speech and assembly. Men feared witches and burned women. It is the function of speech to free men from the bondage of irrational fears.” – Justice Louis D. Brandeis (1856-1941)
“The greatest good we can do our country is to heal its party divisions and make them one people.” —Thomas Jefferson (1801)
...Maybe Tomorrow...
by Michael Doyle
Tomorrow isn't really about tomorrow
So much as it about avoiding sorrow
The kind that grows, and we borrow
When we're struck deep in our marrow
Waiting for the moment's opportunity
We push forward to relentlessly
Filled with the confidence of dreams
That play in our mind like the scenes
Of the movie of our life written as we go
There it is now on the screen like a show
As we find that tomorrow's best preparation
Is in what we choose as today's narration
Believe me that the faithfulness we believe
Is the primary driver of what we conceive
It is our self-doubt that serves to deceive
And so I urge you all to leave it at believe
Believe in yourself, in you dreams and story
Being bold enough to live for all your glory
In the fullness of what your life may bring
When you believe in everything and then cling
That your words of promise is what you must do
That voice inside that calls and is ever true
Never be stopped by the troubles of yesterday
But do what you must and do it in every way
Your future is largely in your steady hands
And you can't go wrong within God's commands
But to do what your inner still voice asks
These are things meant to be your living tasks
And to deny what it is that your life asks
Is to deny your promise and needed tasks
That cannot possibly ever be right
Let's set our sights on tomorrow and hold tight
(c) January 25, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” – William Somerset Maugham
“National defense is one of the cardinal duties of a statesman.” – John Adams (1815)
Clearly, that includes defending the borders of our republic. The surge of illegal immigration cannot be allowed to go unchecked.
Time and Illusion
by Michael Doyle
Walking through life's many miles
I count my wins by my smiles
Some might think I've been abused
But mostly, I stand amused
All the countless false charges
Designed by enemies to somehow enlarge
The bad things I've sometimes done
In the end, I think it's me who has won
Laid across my feathery bed
Whispering traces through my head
All this time and it's illusions
Have walked me past any confusion
Fighting the clock of future recollections
Laughing at the points in their connections
I'm no longer nostalgic about my sorrow
Instead, I lean in hard for my tomorrows
I have seen that you're as big as you love
Guided there when I listen to God above
And that you're as small as what annoys
You into irritation above all of life's joys
When we allow lesser evils to open our door
The greater evils find their way to pour
Through and compete with better opportunities
It seems so subtle how we lose to the impurity
Conversely, we find friendship multiplies the good
While dividing all the evil that is understood
Finding good advice in the humorous jokes we tell
The smile shared is deeper than the best details
In the end, we find we are not prisoners behind
The locked doors of the ignorance of closed minds
Especially when we read what others will not read
And, in this, begin to find the clarity that we need
(c) January 24, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.” – Thomas Jefferson (1800)
“Laugh as much as possible, always laugh. It’s the sweetest thing one can do for oneself & one’s fellow human beings.” – Maya Angelou
Loving Enough For Two
by Michael Doyle
It was easy enough to feel slighted
As off in the distance, he sighted
Enough to evidence his dreams shattering
As her coldness set his teeth chattering
He hadn't wanted to open up and hear it
That there was a restlessness in her spirit
Choosing instead to press on despite the signs
Preferring instead to color within his lines
His theory was that if she didn't love him
Whether that be something of an arbitrary whim
Or of reasons enough that brought this about
His love was strong enough for the two and for doubt
Monogamy it seems is something for the happy few
Like a mirror carried in a basket of thoughts to chew
The birth of love is something crystalized in the mind
And something best enjoyed when critical eyes are blind
To all the reasons something should not or could not
Work but instead might be better off if simply forgot
There are four steps on this sort of lifelong journey
Four moments that crystalize a couple's destiny
The first of which is the opening of admiration
When a lover shines for all the causes of adoration
If one is blessed to catch the eye of acknowledgment
From the one loved, there is a hope it might be permanent
This then leads to the hope, the precious hope of love
The love to be gained and become as if from Heaven above
As lovers count the ways of the loved that bring delight
As if obvious and merited before all who have sight
Strangely, this simple plot is wrought with implausibility
Trapped as it is within each misstep of the impossibility
It is something, somehow, beyond good and evil's twilight
And still, he looked on loving her, be it wrong or right
Without love, the life spring of life dries up in fear
That life itself is nothing but a contest to persevere
Not to turn an optimist into the worst disparager
Solitude can give everything except for character
(c) January 23, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“If you don’t love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.” -Stendhal (Marie-Henri Beyle), novelist (23 Jan 1783-1842)
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