Full of Moments

Full of Moments
by Michael Doyle

Life is full of moments
Of "I can't understand".
Maybe I don't need to
As long as I'm holding your hand.

There's so much
That I don't know.
From the mistakes that I've made
I'd guess it shows.

I've made my peace
With most of what I've done.
It's left me standing
With my victories won.

The pain that's left
Is kept walled up inside.
The moments I've walked past death
Have left nothing more to hide.

It's your turn to remember
All the memories of our yesterday.
Knives out to dismember,
We'd have it no other way.

The pain that's left
Is kept walled up inside.
Having walked past death,
I have nothing more to hide.

I stood up strong
Standing for what I believe
Even when I could not be more wrong,
Counting every blessing that I receive.

(c) August 9, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: It Is Better To Be Defeated Standing For A High Principle Than To Run By Committing Subterfuge

“It is better to be defeated standing for a high principle than to run by committing subterfuge.” – Grover Cleveland

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Thought For the Day: Be Less Curious About People and More Curious About Ideas

“Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas.” – Madame Marie Curie

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Happy Is Man’s Unknown Door

Happy Is Man's Unknown Door
by Michael Doyle

I see it there
In your eyes.
How life has taught,
Making you more wise.

Much of life
Comes to us by surprise.
Happy are those
Who live past probable demise.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

Knowing with great probity,
The things there are to know.
For thee bring a kind of sobriety
Worn on the sleeve to be shown.

The value of our survival,
In all that we have learned
Surpasses our life's arrival
At the gates of the discerned.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

Voyaging out beyond
The mebula's brightness,
Humanity will have gone on
To find its use and rightness.

These are the promises made
As the years go drifting by.
Still life knows its charade.
These are the questions asked with no reply.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

(c) August 8, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: The Extravagant Expenditure of Public Money Is An Evil Not To Be Measured By the Value of That Money To the People Who Are Taxed For It

“The extravagant expenditure of public money is an evil not to be measured by the value of that money to the people who are taxed for it.” – Chester A. Arthur

The thing is that as far back as we go in US history, we find the Democrats wading thigh deep in corruption and excessive taxation and the Republicans involved in attempting to reduce these burdens from the people of our great nation. From the Trails of Tears and Dread, to the formation of the Confederated States of America to keep slavery, to Jim Crow, to the overall failure to support easing the tax burden, we find the hand of the Democratic party heavy on weighing down on the people of our great nation. This is true, however much they protest to the contrary.

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Thought For the Day: When I Can Look Life In the Eyes, Grown Calm and Very Coldly Wise, Life Will Have Given Me the Truth, and Taken In Exchange, My Youth

“When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.” – Sara Teasdale

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Whispered Words

Whispered Words
by Michael Doyle

Your whispered words,
I questioned why.
When I listened closely,
They sounded like goodbye.

You hardly had time to live,
Let alone time to die.
At your graveside,
All I could do was wonder why.

In my eyes,
You had been such a beautiful child.
I say prayers to God's silent replies,
And I'll remember you by flowers growing wild.

I had a daughter once,
I hung my head as I quietly said.
And still this day, I remember her,
Though her love has grown cold and dead.

Life without you -
Hell could be no colder place.
I still don't know why.
I wake each day absent your embrace.

To go on with my life
As though a lion unvanquishable,
Sometimes it feels more than I can bear.
Still, I awake, as if I am unconquerable.

As your father,
I remember you as the beautiful daisy
That you brought to me one day.
Your thought was to please me.

There are lessons to be learned
From a penguin's prose.
Somehow poetically discerned
Whenever the summer breeze blows.

It reminds me of your name,
As I hear it whisper on by.
It's a picture out of frame.
All I can do is wonder why.

There was something kind
In the inroads of your touch.
The memories you've left behind
Are sometimes a bit too much.

(c) August 7, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Whoever Controls the Volume of Money In Our Country Is Absolute Master of All Industry and Commerce

“Whoever controls the volume of money in our country is absolute master of all industry and commerce…when you realize that the entire system is very easily controlled, one way or another, by a few powerful men at the top, you will not have to be told how periods of inflation and depression originate.” – James A. Garfield

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Thought For the Day: Science Is Best Defined As A Careful, Disciplined, Logical Search For Knowledge …Obtained By Examination of the Best Available Evidence

“Science is best defined as a careful, disciplined, logical search for knowledge about any and all aspects of the universe, obtained by examination of the best available evidence and always subject to correction and improvement upon discovery of better evidence. What’s left is magic. And it doesn’t work.” -James Randi

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Real Without Regret

Real Without Regret
by Michael Doyle

You started real
And sold out for a mansion.
It's the corporate feel,
Soulless suits were never in fashion.

Life is raw,
And only sometimes pretty.
Singing about what you saw
In every man's town and city.

This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.

I won't be tearing down legacy
When I tell the tale of what it's meant to me.
Selling out for no other need
Then, to fill the treasury of corporate greed.

Road dogs are down for one more tour,
Never ones to mind the detours.
Building an empire, brick by brick,
Just like family, it was that thick

This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.

There for every single mile,
Footnotes lost within a smile.
Brotherhood has become a ragged rivalry,
And broken dreams hold little sympathy.

Downtown trains on a rail going nowhere
Have the feel of a downtrodden stare.
There is no theft in the serendipity
Of a loss bleeding into cold sympathy.

This world can be strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note played.
Until some arranger takes the sting
To make more dollars just to sing.

MTV styles were poison to the soul.
Flash and bang revive the rock-n-roll.
Concepts breed into a bleak distraction
There's no truth needed in fast-food satisfaction.

Life is lived best when lived out of step.
The future is what the past has left.
Though there is a lot to forget,
Let's live rock-n-roll without regret.

This world's strings are strongly frayed.
You hear it in every note that's played.
That is until some arranger takes the sting,
And removes the soul from the songs we sing.

(c) August 5, 2025 Michael Doyle
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