“You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.” – Woodrow Wilson
“In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity.” – Albert Einstein
The Distance Between Now and Then
by Michael Doyle
There's a hurt deep inside you.
It makes you say things you shouldn't do.
Lashing out at things that aren't true.
I get this because I once loved you.
I'm leaving you and thoughts of you behind.
The things you did really changed my mind.
The more that you did, really opened my eyes
Until the point I had no choice but to recognize
It's that distance between here and now.
I really wish I could have still loved you somehow.
I see the pain and all of your confusion,
But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
Once, I didn't even know the sound of your name.
If it makes it easier for you, I will take the blame.
Seeing what I saw and heard, it can't be the same.
But if it makes it easier for you, I will take the blame.
Along our journey, I ignored all the signs.
I played make-believe that you were truly mine.
Look at me, darling, straight into my eyes,
See the emptiness fade into the broken blue skies.
It's that distance between here and now.
I really wish I could have still loved you somehow.
I see the pain and all of your confusion,
But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
The flame of pain feels like something reverent,
Almost, but we both know that it's a bit different.
Still, I whisper a prayer to the holy God above,
And I remember to my core that you were my love.
I felt so lonely as I barely crawled across our floor.
The things you did were damn near impossible to ignore.
And now that you want to play your game of placing blame.
All I can think of is that the need is quite the shame.
It's that distance between here and now.
I really wish I could have still loved you somehow.
I see the pain and all of your confusion,
But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
(c) August 15, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“We must dare to be great; and we must realize that greatness is the fruit of toil and sacrifice and high courage.” – William Howard Taft
“A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.” – Walter Scott
Well Met In the Night
by Michael Doyle
We meet in the night, hiding in the masquerade
Pretending, as we do, in our game of charade,
That while we pretend to have no hint of fear
There's security that gains us gathered here.
Social wallflowers are high-class in borrowed shoes
Dancing with themselves in their angst and blues
Diamonds are coal that defied the principles of gravity
To become sharp and shiny through their levity.
In a world of giants, the children just want love
With hands in prayer, they turn their eyes to the above.
Seeing the world around them lost in legal friction,
And wondering to themselves how much of this was fiction.
Somewhere down below the sound, we felt the beat,
Joined hands in protest, we took to the streets.
Your mind was so happily diabolical, I felt the heat.
But when I kissed your lips, I knew the treat.
Cyclical nights are known as digital in their dreams,
And your pleasures were always bursting at the seams.
Filled with so many ideas that just had to be said,
There met in the night, were the outpourings of your head.
Numbed eyes behold the soul's sacred revelation,
It was just our fate that found us at our destination.
Making jokes though, lost and rambling in our ways
These would make our memories in our elder days.
Like guardians of some form unknown but filled with knowledge,
Our hearts began to bond forcing us to acknowledge
That somewhere in all that was spoken in our sincerity,
Was filling our souls with what was to become our identity.
(c) August 14, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“The mirror reflects your image but your soul reflects your beauty. In every glance, every tear, every smile, your true nature shines through.” – Doe Zantamata
“The evils we experience flow from the excess of democracy. The people do not want virtue, but are the dupes of pretended patriots.” – Elbridge Gerry, Constitutional Convention (May 31, 1787)
Voice Sang Soft
by Michael Doyle
Your voice sang softly like a melody.
It's hard to say what it did to me.
Then and there from the very start,
Your love was gentle, blooming in my heart.
Your smile might be your special power,
As it captivated me, blooming like a flower.
Step by step, our hearts glow like a miracle,
And have connected into something unforgettable.
Seeing where you came from,
I called out your name.
Feeling this beautiful magic,
I would never be the same.
Your kind words surrounded me with reasons
As we walked across the distant seasons.
We lingered through each moment of the night,
Grateful as we are to have gotten this right.
Beneath the starlit sky, I silently pray
That our love will last forever and a day.
The cool, slight night breeze gently blows
And it seems now that everybody knows.
Seeing where you came from,
I called out your name.
Feeling this beautiful magic,
I would never be the same.
It is not as if I have any sort of choice.
I will always remember your sweet voice.
Some words are hard to put into words and say,
Like the love I feel for you in every way.
My love for you feels complete and strong.
Since I've met you, I know where I belong.
Though far apart, our hearts beat as one.
The beauty is that our love has only just begun.
Seeing where you came from,
I called out your name.
Feeling this beautiful magic,
I would never be the same.
Walking into the future together,
I doubt we can be anything but better.
Though the eyes of love know blindness,
I've only ever known your sweet kindness.
The fire of love burns in my frail heart.
It has been there since our early start.
Though born from worlds of separate ways,
I know your love will see me through my days.
Seeing where you came from,
I called out your name.
Feeling this beautiful magic,
I would never be the same.
(c) August 13, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to befoul the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of the statesmanship of today.” – Theodore Roosevelt
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