“But now a righteousness from God, apart from law, has been made known, to which the Law and the Prophets testify. This righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus”. – Romans 3:21-24 (New International Version)
“Every child in America should be acquainted with his own country. He should read books that furnish him with ideas that will be useful to him in life and practice. As soon as he opens his lips, he should rehearse the history of his own country.” – Noah Webster (1788)
Give me the whole of your sentence And I will still my will and serve Give me the entirety of your pretense Tell me what it is that I deserve
And I will still write my poetry Never surrendering an ounce of integrity It is a vital part of the best of life It is the truth of peace within strife
Suppress our language and our culture Still we will fight to grow and nurture You may choose to call this stubborn pride While you deify your satanic genocide
These are the thoughts that honor Gulnisa Imin These are the thoughts every poet should defend You may degrade us and say we call for separatism Submitting us to "reeducation" for our patriotism
But every poet of conscience takes up this banner In face of your starkness regardless of your manner The birds cannot sing freely where words cannot be said Still it is better to live freely than to live dead
Dead to our freedoms where flowers will not blossom And words of yearning, are burning inside the bosom Never dared whispered over the course of a thousand nights And more one more given on behalf of a people's rights
Human contact cut off for fear of harming any others WeChat snippets shared among the freest with one another Others still only committing verses to their memory In hopes of sharing freedom's plea with the outside family
A family of love and extended among those who have courage Enough to defy tyranny and brave enough to encourage A tribe of poets, part of this human being's family Followed in spirit to spread and follow as a living legacy
On moonless nights, skies fill with familiar voice Searching for stars, never alone, joined in voice Frosted hope dances in the distance of wilderness Where strength is made stronger through tenderness
There in the strokes of penmanship until lost and gone Worried regret whisper no tales of that magic once upon Wilted flowers like fire in throat cried into the nothing That dares to stand for the life of a people's everything
When I think of you, I become lost in endless grief Wishing your memory would not fade away without relief The stars are there to always remind us of childhood's end But always will linger the shared thoughts that make us friends
(c) July 16, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is our duty to endeavor always to promote the general good; to do to all as we would be willing to be done by were we in their circumstances; to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly before God. These are some of the laws of nature which every man in the world is bound to observe, and which whoever violates exposes himself to the resentment of mankind, the lashes of his own conscience, and the judgment of Heaven. This plainly shows that the highest state of liberty subjects us to the law of nature and the government of God.” – Samuel West, On the Right to Rebel Against Governors, 1776
The photo attached to this quote is suspect. The sentiment expressed is not. The “Election Sermon” was preached to the Council and House Of Representatives of the Massachusetts Bay Colony on May 29, 1776 and is included in the The Pulpit of the American Revolution. The sermon can be found at the following linked material that also includes a link to the book: Samuel West election sermon (hushmoney.org)
“If you are looking for systemic racism, don’t look in the American story; it can be found in an educational system that has yet to teach true history in its entirety. Our nation has always sought to form a more perfect union, and though not flawless, it has done better than any other in the history of mankind. Within our DNA is a desire to unify and encourage the acceptance of others.” -Congressman Burgess Owens
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
“Let us recollect that peace or war will not always be left to our option; that however moderate or unambitious we may be, we cannot count upon the moderation, or hope to extinguish the ambition of others.” – Alexander Hamilton (1788)
There's too much drama everywhere On every screen we stop and stare TikTok, Instagram, and even on Zoom All around us is nothing but doom
Forced focus gives nothing but opportunity To live life as if it's only catastrophe At every switch, we reach out in identity Long let go of along with true reality
Pandemic, mental-health, and racial violence Forced focus or a matter of coincidence The events pile up rendering their experience It seems advisable to look away in preference
Confessional writing splits the hairs of style No longer smiling but unable to live out denial Body work written in intimate sets of details Blood is drawn by the writer's ten inch nails
The confessions are torrid in their creativity That paint a portrait of lucid moments of reality Writing brings us to accept that which is rational And reveals the truth of all that is relational
The author puzzles the darkness often inviting Struggling over sequences that blend in writing Digesting the usefulness of the nuts and bolts in sequence That bring together a tale fashioned in this technique
Rather the story told is one's own or another's tale Does it really matter as long as it is told veil by veil The creative sparks unleashes the hope it might liberate All those thoughts and feelings that sometimes invigorate
(c) July 14, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Men cannot see truth, because they love falsehood. The gospel is not seen, because it is too pure for their loose lives and lewd thoughts.” – Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
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