Stretching my day past midnight, I'm grasping toward the morning light. There's just one more thing to do, Planting dreams to know what can be true.
Living my freedom in the moment's truth, I think back on the days of my youth. Outside the window, the stars burn bright above, And I find myself thinking about love.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
The ticking sound of my neighbor's clock Tells me the wall is too thin to rock. But I can whisper a melody across my strings, And hear what is that my muse brings.
Outside my window, I watch silent stars collide, And so it is with my earthly stride. There is so much that I've taken in, And so much that I'd love to see again.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
Ivory towers were built to fall. It's in the ancient wisdom that we recall. We find comfort in knowing God's love, And hope to arrive at death in Heaven above.
Where do broken souls like mine go? That's a thing I truly need to know. If you ask, I'll pretend that it's not sorrow That keeps me awake into each new tomorrow.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
(c) January 16, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something.” – Robert Wyeth
“In time of peace there can, at all events, be no justification for the creation of a permanent debt by the Federal Government. Its limited range of constitutional duties may certainly under such circumstances be performed without such a resort.“ – Martin Van Buren
In a soldier's final score, Only the dead know the end of war. Shrouded in the sadness of despair, Life is hobbled by a world so unfair.
We keep on fighting shadows Though each of us is certain and knows The infernal war ended long ago. Or, at least that is, we should know.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
Though the enemy would not yield, I carried you from the battlefield. Uncertain that we could make it, I was determined, at worst, to fake it.
The generals told us what to do. The rest, it seems, was up to me and you. The battle had started at twilight, And wouldn't let up until the morning light.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
Rumors said the woods were full of ghosts. That sometimes scared us the most. To think that we might never leave, It was more than we could bear to believe.
Some generals swore by their priority, As if to hold their place in history. In another life, this might have been a crime. This, however, was not that time.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
The chances that we took kept us alive. Those and God helped us to survive. We trusted in each other's capability, And kept our faith to the best of our ability.
We had promises made that we had to keep. Smile to smile, there were tears left to weep. This gave us the courage to keep alive, And through this, the will to survive.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
(c) January 15, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“(I)t would be peculiarly improper to omit in this first official Act, my fervent supplications to that Almighty Being who rules over the Universe, who presides in the Councils of Nations, and whose providential aids can supply every human defect, that his benediction may consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the People of the United States, a Government instituted by themselves for these essential purposes: and may enable every instrument employed in its administration to execute with success, the functions allotted to his charge. In tendering this homage to the Great Author of every public and private good, I assure myself that it expresses your sentiments not less than my own; nor those of my fellow-citizens at large, less than either. No People can be bound to acknowledge and adore the invisible hand, which conducts the Affairs of men more than the People of the United States. Every step, by which they have advanced to the character of an independent nation, seems to have been distinguished by some token of providential agency.” – George Washington, First Inaugural Address (April 30, 1789)
If you understand what it is that I mean, We're watching two shows on the same screen. There are few safe discussions in this nation. We have lost our part in decent conversation.
Stupid is as stupid does, and becoming plain. That our ancestors would think us a bit insane. A conversation requires listening to what's said, Whatever the cause or whoever may be dead.
We prejudge to the point that it isn't allowed to be shown, That there might be a thing or two that remains unknown. I don't know what has happened to weighing evidence, But I, for one, believe this still has the most relevance.
Instead of pointing fingers of twisted plastic blame, It might be better to take a moment to casually reframe. Life isn't supposed to be about blasting the ego. But it is sometimes about thoughtfully letting go.
Things said can be stacked to find their way to the heart If we only look at each other with love from the start. Everyone thinks strength is found in being demanding. I honestly feel it's more about finding understanding.
It's hard to hold a legitimate conversation, always talking. If you feel that you must fight, maybe first try walking. And while you're walking, move past the pain and fear, You might be surprised if you're really willing to hear.
Would it be so funny if we really gave peace a chance? Maybe there's something to this non-circular dance. It's simply done by using two ears in proportion to one mouth. If I'm correct, that halves the odds of things going south.
On the edge of sanity, life isn't about keeping score. It's about increasing our love and life forevermore. The weight of the world is measured by learning to forgive. Less pain, more dancing in the rain, this is how to live.
It isn't in the me and mine that brings us to our. It's in sharing our dreams that we will reach far. The power of deep conversation rests on sympathy, Listening more is the tool that builds our empathy.
I will seek to teach my daughters until my last breath. And I will teach them to die well with my death. There will be a smile on this old man's aged face If I have taught them love and how to live in grace.
(c) January 13, 2026 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 