Time comes at us with brutality, Not caring at all about our humanity. Every second comes with its own rush. The weakest of us feels the crush.
Cutting through the skin to the inside, Until it takes every part of our pride. That's life in all of its complexity. Still, some wonder why others have anxiety.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
Amateur hour pushed us off our pedestal, Then they found out that we will fight and are able. We found out that some disputes can go on forever. And that sometimes we must be increasingly clever.
Some of this world's most irritating frictions Are based on misconceptions and needless fictions. These have been around for many thousands of years. It is the strategy of a war that never disappears.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
We Americans, maybe we are too young to know. It will take some time for us to grow. It's tough to let some things go, And I suppose these are our pains as we grow.
We'll find our way to get along, And our enemies will learn we are American strong. Along life's wounded and drawn-out road, There are so many future stories to be told.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
We promised to always remember. And so we do, every September. The business of violence is getting old. Our nation has new dreams to be told.
September 11, 2001, changed America forever. Still, it seems that it's more than clever To keep our patriotism for America unbroken, And this love for our nation continues to be spoken.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
(c) September 11, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
” For if Men are to be precluded from offering their Sentiments on a matter, which may involve the most serious and alarming consequences, that can invite the consideration of Mankind, reason is of no use to us; the freedom of Speech may be taken away, and, dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep, to the Slaughter. “ – George Washington, the Newburg Address to the Officers of the Army | Saturday, March 15, 1783
“Without free speech, there is no such thing as truth. The moment you silence opposing voices, you destroy the foundation of democracy.” – Charlie Kirk
While opposed to our Constitutional Republic being referred to as “democracy”, give a listen to the YouTube video explaining how free speech and thought is a necessity for our society to function properly.
Without having so much as a college degree, Charlie offered the ideals of American philosophy. Bringing truth to the street of clever error, It's more than 7 years of bad luck from this broken mirror.
Touching hearts and guiding uninformed minds, True justice demands more than no one left behind. This mindless loss is one to the world's shame. It demands examination, frame by frame.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
You can smell it in the putrid atmosphere That has replaced reasoned debate with fear. We can learn again to have civil, informed debate. Or we can lose our faith and live in clouded hate.
A high-powered round took Charlie's life - Fired by a violent thug who lives for strife. There's a madman on the run again - Whose malice violently took the nation's friend.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
Nothing can be sadder than the loss of a dad. He influenced people through reason, not fad. No matter how far we pursue the extent of the law, If half the nation doesn't care or fails to recall
That our nation is based on the rule of law The murder of free expression isn't all That we lose as we kill the arbiter of debate. For the love of God, we must put away our hate.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
Since when do we kill for limiting the government? Aren't free markets seen as an improvement? None of us wins by maintaining a failing status quo, Not when fuller freedom and liberty are the goal.
It isn't a crime to debate with efficiency. It isn't a shame to reach out efficiently. It's not American to promote or use political violence Words, not violence, are the path if we want benevolence.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
(c) September 10, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Hollywood tries to get one thing right, How to survive the Oscar night without a fright. Celebrities don't walk the red carpet zone Without Armani on a tightrope of their own.
Harnessing star power to openly conspire, Giorgio demonstrated fashion's power to inspire. For decades, Armani shaped high fashion's legacy All his designs shared his open conspiracy.
His work has ended as an expression of his voice. Death does that to people as a matter of choice. Symbols of fashionable black empowered #MeToo New ideas crossed the red carpet for me and you
Effortless eloquence draped in its own seduction, From flowing dresses to a power suit reduction. Armani struck out into the high fashion industry. Chaos found order in the styles from House Armani.
Passing decades found praise for quiet luxury When stealth wealth kicked into the incendiary Patterns that became the stride of the unstructured suit And all of Hollywood crumpled in its pursuit.
His work has ended as an expression of his voice. Death does that to people as a matter of choice. Symbols of fashionable black empowered #MeToo New ideas crossed the red carpet for me and you
From crayons to my sister's perfume, I was lost deep inside the White Room. Things of death made me feel fear, And I needed another atmosphere.
I lost myself on memory lane, Half convinced that life slips down the drain. Looking for my way out, While others looked to twist their shout.
We only had to find it. It didn't matter if it hit. We held music to be somewhat reverent, As long as it said something different.
AM radio's wasteland left me unimpressed, While FM was my soul fully expressed. I wasn't interested in the 45s DJ way, At least not compared to stereo long play.
Everything was down to experiment, Players derived kicks from their musical variant. As if the fortune had been read, There was something new to be said.
We only had to find it. It didn't matter if it hit. We held music to be somewhat reverent, As long as it said something different.
The Autumn leaves were already falling, When a new opportunity came calling. From the closing door came a new beginning. The adventure of music is never-ending.
New ways of feeling sound came from deep inside, Like the cry of a wild animal or maybe wounded pride. Shamen and madmen sometimes feel the call, As across the spotlighted stage they'd crawl.
We only had to find it. It didn't matter if it hit. We held music to be somewhat reverent, As long as it said something different.
(c) September 8, 2025 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 