Self-Stirred To Capability

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Self-Stirred To Capability
by Michael Doyle

Stepping up to live and serve
I walk in more blessings than I deserve
In this faith, I grow and grow
Living more love than I might know

Guilt and innocence is our culture
Litigious in nature is what we nurture
Caught up in a rusted triangle of blame
It's the shame drawn into our game

Pointing at the victim in ourselves
Believing the frame of every villain on the shelf
Trying to make sense of chaos, we ask for rescue
Ignoring that our best help is God's own due

Awareness and ownership are the answer
To live in shame acts like societal cancer
A product of the fall, we make help a four-letter word
In all the troubles that are mostly self-stirred

In the image of God, we must take responsibility
Finding our best answers to our capability
From this dynamic, we change from casting blame
Making the choices to change our own game

Man's search for meaning is one of choices
The one that allow us to speak our own voices
It's how we learn to look out and perceive
And brings the best of health that we can conceive

We are born to be nurtured into possibility
Giving our best in all of our known probabilities
Wholeness becomes an expression of our authenticity
It be truth and substantive to become our legacy

This redemptive view takes away the shades of blame
Taking our stuff as owned to change life's game
There is no need to repay any sort of vindication
You feel when you're triggered by every violation

In every setting, we are to respond as we must
Living out God's love and walking in needed trust
Walking in the patience that we might yet endure
Trusting with faith that time finds its way to cure

To be a nurturer, is to let life run its flow
No victims; no villains; life has its own roll
We can only walk along each other, side-by-side
Letting each carry their weight, we quietly confide

That each of us works out of a place of abundance
Living full lives with measures of robust confidence
That we can overcome every sense of tribulation
But in some things, there cannot be a ready solution

Don't chase after others, seeking their own consequences
All healing is limited and a matter of providence
Life plays out in real-time in our lives of freedom
This is the way of the earth and the Father's Kingdom

Pausing for breath and a moment's share of reflection
Breath by breath, we let go to reach God's connection
Each of us must play our own separate sort of game
Each of us coached and nurtured past the show of shame

This then is the path that builds toward integrity
The voices we choose to listen to build our legacy
Striving toward health in holding to our accountability
Solid, honest feedback is the source of authenticity

If we remain humble enough to live up to being great
As fierce listeners and humbly reconciled to our fate
Iron sharpens iron as as sense of interpersonal tether
As each of us walks together into a future that is better

The predictable is more often than not from disease
The healthy is unpredictable putting us off our ease
Daring to create is life's enduring and best connection
As life works its way toward our final destination

The artistry of God is disturbing at the core of our hearts
As the relationship grows for us, part-by-part
Moving into participation and not just vapid justification
Life is to be lived gently not in harsh rationalization

There's a learning to live that becomes how we will live
Learning to take what we are given and learning to forgive
And then pushing through in everything that we must take
This is spent our lives are spent in all we make

(c) April 23, 2023 Michael Doyle
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The Forgotten - Daylight Fades

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First Principles: As Iron Sharpens Iron, So One Person Sharpens Another

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” – Proverbs 27: 17

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Thought For the Day: There Is Beauty In Discovery

“There is a beauty in discovery. There is mathematics in music, a kinship of science and poetry in the description of nature, and exquisite form in a molecule. Attempts to place different disciplines in different camps are revealed as artificial in the face of the unity of knowledge. All literate men are sustained by the philosopher, the historian, the political analyst, the economist, the scientist, the poet, the artisan, and the musician.” -Glenn T. Seaborg, scientist, Nobel laureate (19 Apr 1912-1999)

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As If From Nowhere

Olympus Paradise
As If From Nowhere
by Michael Doyle

Horrific images arise as if from nowhere
The sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fear
Hounded by the talons of the furies
That creep up very slowly and kill with a hurry

Bringing back the Temple of Apollo, At Delphi
Home to these avengers of shattered lullabies
A child's murder of parents must be avenged
Every such wrong doing will be rearranged

To create is a rebellion against all of creation
It seeks its torments in wounded imaginations
Branded and banished, unwanted and so sublime
Doing the undoable as if love is its own crime

Athena sprung forth from Zesus' open head
It's a thing of beauty filled with open dread
Monsters are released and spring from the divine
As if spun into tales that the poet refines

Synchronicities become their own fabled importance
As would be gods are lost in their impotence
Moments of triumph know their own free agency
Shrieked in incoherence as if a dissonant symphony

A monster's head bursts out from the chest
In an iconic moment that passes as if a test
Horror is tactile, uniting body and mind
Gobsmacking moments taken for granted as we find

Nostoro and Narcissus concert as if to conspire
When humanity extends into space to build its empire
A heart of darkness is revealed in exploitation
As mankind falls with our doubts that need explanation

Circumstances arise to create a wicked witches' brew
Thoughts of abandonment played out in plain view
A pervasive lack of reason strikes with fatality
With serial killer intensity, evil destroys man's morality

(c) April 22, 2023 Michael Doyle
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The Chakra Temple & Kundain Mystic Isle - Asension In Blues

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First Principles: It Is Certainly True That A Popular Government Cannot Flourish Without Virtue In the People

“It is certainly true that a popular government cannot flourish without virtue in the people.” – Richard Henry Lee, letter to Colonel Martin Pickett, 1786

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Thought For the Day: You Can Only Protect Your Liberties In This World By Protecting the Other Man’s Freedom. You Can Only Be Free If I Am Free

“You can only protect your liberties in this world by protecting the other man’s freedom. You can only be free if I am free.” – Clarence Darrow, lawyer and author (18 Apr 1857-1938)

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Unvanquished

Home, Sweet, Haunt - The Haunted Woods -Evil Rises From the Grave

Unvanquished
by Michael Doyle

Crescent moons signify death
Night births the heavens with her last breath
The realm of darkness buries the sun
Until once again a new day is begun

Digging the way through disparagement
Needs perseverance when there is no encouragement
The seeds of dreams come from kernels of tears
Until at last hope fully reappears

The Necronomicon brings together
The art to the artist in a cosmic tether
Brought together in a vision from a blind seer
All in the name of the conjured fear

Images take shape just as they will
Bringing to the audience a myth’s thrill
A synthesis that knows its fatal place
And will hold no other in its embrace

A gift of the gods from the repressed past
It’s special darkness was created to be cast
As the hub of the wheel that brings its creation
As a wide angled lens expand our imagination

The camera glides to create prolonged sensation
That finds its way into the psyche in its penetration
Perpetual motion illustrates the breadth of motion
As an alien breath creates its organic emotion

A feeling of waiting for something to happen permeates
Like a slow motion glissando Ridley creates
Held back in strength to create suspense
It’s a logic beyond logic that acts to convince

An unspoken voice calls for the crew’s moving on
A woken moment suddenly shocking and then gone
Claustrophobia knows its vapid, sudden arrival
In the primeval struggle for man’s survival

(c) April 21, 2023 Michael Doyle
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Charge Carnivale Obscura - Liquid Fear

Poem 2 in a series based on an analysis of Alien.

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Thought For the Day: We Should See (the Nashville shooter’s manifesto) So We can Know What Exactly Drove This Killer

“We should see [the Nashville shooter’s manifesto] so we can know what exactly drove this killer. And if we don’t see it, we should be free to draw some damning conclusions not only about the Biden administration’s protection racket but about the hate-filled cult of transgenderism.”  – Douglas Andrews

This is the sort of tripe that some journalists with an agenda are trying to pass off as an excuse. Let’s keep in mind that if found, pretty much every other killer’s manifesto has been published. It hasn’t mattered if the reasons are personal or an epic statement for a terrorist or hoped-for movement. I don’t buy the excuses. While I don’t buy entirely into what Douglas Andrews is saying here, I find it unconscionable that we are not being shown this manifesto. Who and what is being protected here and precisely why are questions worthy of consideration. There is an unconfirmed statement out there that the FBI profilers are keeping this from the public as they study the document. But that makes no sense to me. The FBI can study this and release the document to the public simultaneously.

Why you may never get to read transgender Nashville shooter Audrey Hale’s murderous manifesto | Daily Mail Online

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First Principles: When Men Are Employ’d They Are Best Contented

“When Men are employ’d they are best contented. For on the Days they work’d they were good-natur’d and chearful; and with the consciousness of having done a good Days work they spent the Evenings jollily; but on the idle Days they were mutinous and quarrelsome, finding fault with their Pork, the Bread, and in continual ill-humour.” – Benjamin Franklin (1771)

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A Cosmogony of Fear

Alien Love Song Too
A Cosmogony of Fear
by Michael Doyle

In a wide sweep of the Temple Apollo
Is the beginning of what the Oracle knows
The things of myth, from the the beginning grow
As the memories of three sisters glows

Imagined become the stories that resonate
Global fears depicted as our weary fate
Imbalances live in our cultural dreams
As the sands of our imagination played on screens

Icons that pass into lurid offense
Play the purpose beyond all our pretense
Seeds of Jupiter release our dread
Of the death rattle heard inside our heads

One scratch, one kiss, one look away
Can bring disaster to our every day
H.P. Lovecraft played with the unknown
At the mountains of madness, it's shown

Space is supposed as silent and dead
But is it? Questions an inquiring head
Is the beginning of the end for humanity
Man's need to know destiny is our vanity

The first images are felt as deplorable
Leading to a counterbalance that's explorable
The Tower of Babel collapses with a scream
Desperation is messy but makes us dream

Like parasitic wasps implanting their embryo
That later bursts out of humans as fears grow
Our dreads feed on us from the depths inside
There in plain view as the very best place to hide

Far beyond, is where we are free to define
Our inner horrors that come for us to refine
A thrilling sense of our inner cosmogony
That becomes in a sense of replacement theology

(c)April 20, 2023 Michael Doyle
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Cornhub  - Fly Saucers and Other Alien Matters - Crash Site

Some may claim it’s a day not well put to use. However, today, I watched Alien again. This brought about a series of five poems. The first of which is reflected above.

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