Humanity is invariably drawn to the good fight And it is unorthodox when it is brought to light That a southpaw stance taken can bring true value To all of us sinners, even me and you
Blessed are the peacemakers who live and follow In the loving ways followed from God's shadow Among humanity's breakers, fakers, and makers Each of these are this world's movers and shakers
The last of these carry our relationships through Striving hard in the concepts and actions we do Loving our neighbors as ourselves in humility We are after all, part of God's one family
Biting and breaking are harsh elements that destroy All that is meant in building up and learning to enjoy We followers are to gain and use peaceful skills, yet, It's necessary for us all to grow the necessary skill set
Conflict comes all too naturally with relationship Learning to deal with it well is part of rightful worship The value had in people is worth peaceful resolution And not cutting off others and their valuable contributions
The best time to win any fight is before it starts We must learn to fix the right attitudes in our hearts To begin with, what causes all these quarrels and fights? It's the same thing that causes are sleepless nights
Most fights come from the pressures of desires within We must do the hard work to avoid our complicating sin The wars around us too often come from our wars within It is never redundant to think on this and then again
We too often go sideways in our tendencies that show And we must watch these to keep our best, even flow This is the path from conflicts if we are to grow To know anyone else, we must ourselves learn to know
Asking our forgiveness for our soul's contributions Often takes the impact out of life's retributions In all of our conflicts, when all is said and done, We must realize this if we are to best follow the Son
(c) October 22, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“What’s terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don’t need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better.” – Doris Lessing
For her, forever started in 1673 With what once was a happy family A child was left alone wandering With love disturbed and ,wondering
For three hundred years Lost inside a veil of tears There is no safety in numbers That can shield us in our slumbers
Sorrow becomes anger that cannot end These are the cries that the dead send Candlelight is the third eye's passageway The children will know no safety today
She reaches out, ending all harm to the child Whose innocence has been cruelly defiled The evil eye knows and sees it all And this ghost from yesterday will come to call
Yesterday, a father violently died His widow was left behind and cried Wishing she could hold onto yesterday Bittersweet with nightmares that won't go away
From the mirror, a ghost appears and is seen Silently shrieking, forming a scream from her inner being As a child's life is destroyed and torn apart There is no safety for those holding a drowned heart
A mom is heard through her enraged weeping In the centuries, kept without really keeping Veiled death has destroyed all sense of trust By a chilling ghost who could not turn into dust
No vapid reasons can bring her again to care Not in the mystery-shrouded from the family's care What remains is the evil of a woman scorned This is a tale of old, repeated, and cast forward
A girl is lured to the edge of an uncovered pool As if she didn't learn the respected rules That the crying woman will bring certain death From her guilt and rage that take one's breath
It seems that angry people have a need to talk That is more pervasive than their hungry walk Curdled in drying blood and ghastly photographs These and she tell the tale of death as Satan laughs
Upward evil creeps until it is knocking on the attic door While outside is thunder as the rain pours and pours Old houses whisper history as they know their creaks While the voice of evil grins as it speaks
It's hard to imagine how a mother truly feels And how the sting of the ghost's tears reveal The truth of the pain that runs far too deep This is seen when the spirit of the crying woman weeps
Crying won't help you and crying won't do you no good This is the creep of certain death as it is understood Knock, knock on the next victim's unopened door And every mother still alive, quietly implores
Asking that the ghost of the crying woman not to kill Through her love of drowning innocence unconcealed Suddenly again, the struggle ensues; mother against mother And only one will win; love or anger; one or the other
This is not to be spoken with a sense of grave pessimism The answer comes to rest in a shaman's passage of exorcism To see what evil does is to stare straight into evil's face And must be fought against, hoping to keep within God's embrace
In ancient ritual, eggs are broken to gain evil's confession The greater the blood inside, the greater will be the concession That evil has seeped into this living, loving home And must fought against together with God's grace, never alone
When evil comes out of the shadows to openly conspire The best tools to fight with are those of spiritual fire The shaman joins with the family to fight this good fight Who knows whose victory will come on this cursed night?
(c) October 21, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” —George Washington (1783)
What if life could be seen By every single human being Put out as if a streaming movie? Would we still want to be you and me?
Or is this an awful possibility And we'd want to buy up every movie Before the truth of who we are Was revealed through the roles in which we star?
Would we be proud of our integrity? Or would we hate what we're forced to see? Though we'd be seen as we really, truly are Would we want to be that sort of a star?
Or would there be scenes we'd like to change? Parts and portions we'd want to rearrange? When we think about these thoughts, Have we been the persons that we ought?
Would the terms and conditions take our name Though we wished for someone else to blame? What do we sign onto in our life's contract? Do we really have anyone else to blame for how we act?
Victims of our own devices That capture us in all our vices Portraying us exactly as we are Though worsened to make us all stars
If the world could see every ding and slight, Would we find the need to set things right? And tell me, please, what does it take to do so When a life has gone full flow?
Who might then choose to do the worse Through every line lived, chapter and verse? In a litigious world, we must carefully choose What we are and do, or we cannot refuse
To allow our images to be used and seen In our every act as errant human beings Losing our rights to all shreds of dignity This then will be our legacy
The other choice is to do better in how we act This truth is just a natural fact It all comes down to our final deal We must confront those defining what is real
If we could take the entire system down And have another chance at the victor's crown It would be a front-door attack of legitimacy That when well-lived would build our new legacy
No more compromise with mesmerized engagement Let's instead, show a far more selective engagement Tearing down the generated monster of the modern age Ridding the world of AI, in favor of self-written pages
Defining for ourselves, who it that we exactly are As we categorically state, we're not willing to be their stars To suffer on behalf of buffoons who seek to simply laugh At our defined parameters because we are no longer daft
You must see, it doesn't matter what fictive level we are on This place has become a madhouse that needs to be gone Done away with at our hands and minds as our lives are reclaimed As something to be lived in full and not allowed to be gamed
When we axe the computers and phones, we take our lives back Actually aware of who we are, and what it is that we lack It will feel good and we will be more than just a little okay When we reclaim our lives back in every single way
(c) October 20, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“One of the most essential branches of English liberty is the freedom of one’s house. A man’s house is his castle.” – James Otis, on the Writs of Assistance, 1761
“Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination.” – John Dewey, philosopher, psychologist, and educational reformer (20 Oct 1859-1952)
Pain enters the building It comes with the never-yielding But instead, putting your all into the game Whether you lose or gain 15 minutes of fame
Sometimes conflict comes with pain Sometimes you ride the rails, barely sane You give your all in contribution Hoping your perspective will bring resolution
To do away with any sense of mystery I am, of course, talking about NFL history Right around each corner comes a new fight Underneath all the million-dollar bright lights
But it's the intense pain that feeds us well In this gridiron game of nerves and steel Pushing hard for the success we deserve Even when it takes us down to our last nerve
Waiting forever for the last quarter smile Snapped from within that last driven mile In the end, it comes down to home and family And in the end, that's all that means anything to me
(c) October 19, 2023 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
