Titans are unleashed in a vision Dreamed without the requisite precision To dare to say what it really means This then is the way of such types of dreams
King Hyperion seeks to rule over mankind But as with all tyrants, he is blind This is why oracles pray for the lost For they alone can foresee the costs
Of a war fought in the heavens of immortality But such are the ways of those who find fatality Acceptable in time's waves of ebb and flow Where angels fear to tread, in the times gods know
That the eons of hellish separation Will reemerge in the strength of its desperation War is the way of those no longer able to be kind Whose eyes have seen too much and are now blind
The Sibylline Monastery falls to easy conquest When the virgin oracle no longer passes the test Pleas for mercy are greeted with degrees of violence And the gods no longer offer their benevolence
Salvation is wished for in this heap of madness That cannot end in anything but chaos and sadness Still, the savage Titans call the gods out by name While viciously setting the priests to unholy flame
The aim being the reign of gods must come to end And the depths of Hades shall rise to contend That such folly is no longer, if ever, needed And the demands of the gods are no longer to be heeded
(c) July 28, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We are social creatures to the inmost centre of our being. The notion that one can begin anything at all from scratch, free from the past, or unindebted to others, could not conceivably be more wrong.” -Karl Popper, philosopher and professor (28 Jul 1902-1994)
Giving thanks for the past week Thinking back even as I begin to speak Studying the value of God's holy names Assured in differences that are yet the same
In being our savior in every moment In all of our joy and seasons of torment When even prison shines like a prism And Paul's letters bring unity not schism
There's something to all of God's names We remember the chains of childlike games That when we call out God for all His Good These are the options best understood
Yet it is best to remember not to be inane The Lord's name should never be taken in vain For he is like a fortress strong in tower And present in our every day and passing hour
The holy names of God enumerate each quality In cognate equivalents featuring His deity Each personifying the I Am who will always be With each name a matter of shades of theology
Prabhu is the prince of deepness and dominion Enlightened in all corners of world opinion Where the world is circular in its reason And shapes and shades its way through seasons
The pronunciation must be guarded with care For the Elohim proclaims what some won't dare That the Godhood is one and yet a holy trinity From the wilderness, El Shaddai came with dignity
Bringing the twins of construction and destruction Into the realm of our holiest books of instruction This transcends from the pages of a holy story To the God we know and worship in all of His glory
For His is the beginning and the end of the Light And His is the power to break the day from the night Abba the Father speaks through flame and in the sky As we worship the holiest of holies without asking why
It is in these moments that we have come to be stilled That the truest of God's names is to us the revealed It is the truth that bares our souls in its incarnation That we His worshippers breath in our inspiration
(c) July 27, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“In selecting men for office, let principle be your guide. Regard not the particular sect or denomination of the candidate — look to his character.” – Noah Webster (1789)
“In any free society, the conflict between social conformity and individual liberty is permanent, unresolvable, and necessary.” – Kathleen Norris, novelist and columnist (27 Jul 1880-1966)
So now, here it is, and seems That in a community of dreams X has come to mark the spot Where the globe connects the dots
Of conversations that we field Where no one really yields But mingles outbursts of conversation That bring fascination and aggravation
In an ongoing passion of clashing views Where everyone lashes, and few pay the dues Of knowing the instant of everyone's minds Yet we're never quite sure what we will find
This world is one that nurtures commodity Based on its roots and steeped in symbology These are often chosen with a wolfish grin As though a reminder of pride's original sin
It's a world of the maximally curious In which every decision is made as if furious Reinforced within the human definition of learning In which the smallest detail is in the churning
Stomach acid that drenches corporation decisions Because the smallest detail can bring derision What is happening is a deeply sensed rebranding That seems chaotic to those seeking understanding
To be part of what is happening and go beyond Into a metaverse universe of grandmaster Elon A closed bit of clatter in an artificial wall Becomes the WeChat of community recalled
Throughout the world and filled with opportunity For all to gather in the virtual realm of economy Started by the same mind of Paypal's credibility And it becomes dependent on everyone's ability
To see beyond the memes into the world of dreams Wherever thing fits a bit better within the seams It rests beyond a bridge past the cognitive dissonance And into something that betters the resistance
Whisper has it that in its unlimited interactivity There are signs pointing forward into creativity That once unleashed, is more than vaporware's connection And is the beginning of near-universal imagination
Joined together, this X becomes a global town square In which the internet is remade with opportunistic flair It is an unfinished business that thrives on inspiration To drive past the point of success, leaving behind desperation
X is the symbol that invites all takers to rejuvenation From a cycle of life and death and thriving on imagination These are the memories that we cannot find a way to let go In all the pleasures of giddiness which we already claim to know
The future of X reeks of a compelling sense of ambiguity Into boundary-crushing extremes edging on perpetuity X is the certain cool that defies all rules of authority Daring to dream itself past the ledges into the legendary
(c) July 26, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It used to be the boast of free men that, so long as they kept within the bounds of the known law, there was no need to ask anybody’s permission or to obey anybody’s orders. It is doubtful whether any of us can make this claim today.” – Friedrich August von Hayek (1899-1992)
“In all very numerous assemblies, of whatever character composed, passion never fails to wrest the scepter from reason.” – James Madison , Federalist No. 55 (February 15,1788)
“The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.” – Carlos Santana, musician (b. 20 Jul 1947)
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
