“The goal of socialism is communism.” – Vladimir Lenin
Let there be no doubt about it. There is nothing innocuous about socialism. When someone tells you what they are about, it’s best to believe them and take reasonable precautions where what they are s something bent on the destruction of our nation.
“Knowledge will forever govern ignorance; and a people who mean to be their own governors must arm themselves with the power which knowledge gives.” – James Madison
Jagged Edges
by Michael Doyle
Her jagged edges blur into curves.
The way she moves is smooth to my nerves.
I like the way I find that her flow hits me.
She’s a beautiful disaster that maybe gets me.
She says every scar has its story.
Every ride and die burnt out in glory.
Crash and burn choices her own way.
I want her contentment in our days.
This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.
She’s the kind who won’t put up with neglect.
She is right in demanding her respect.
Those eyes are deeper than my soul.
One kiss and I know that I’ll lose control.
She starts a new chapter with every page.
The pen she writes with I love and rage.
The trick is to keep the plot plausible
With love like hers, it has to be possible.
This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.
She’s easy to love, that’s easy to see.
I wish she would come on and take her chance with me.
It takes a lot of darkness to find the light.
But when I hold her close it feels so right.
My heart keeps beating as I long,
There’s a lot of meaning in this song.
Is it the spell that I’m under,
That makes my heartbeat crash like thunder.
(c) January 29, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“I believe that our national security lies not just in protecting our borders, but in bridging divides.” – Joe Lieberman
“If you do not take an interest in the affairs of your government, then you are doomed to live under the rule of fools.” – Plato
Nantucket's Sound
by Michael Doyle
In the depths that feel formidable
Is the key to knowing the unknowable.
There was an urgency for resources on demand
From the ocean floor up to supply the land.
Petroleum, minerals, and whale oil,
Have all had their turn as the capitalist foil
Pushing mankind further into the sea,
And unleashing all kinds of mystery.
The unknown is a land of imagination.
It tantalizes mankind with fascination.
As we push further in anticipation,
Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
How do we begin to know the unknown?
The mind of man responds to clues thrown.
Explored by a metaphor of great white whales.
These and other fantastical tales.
Some such tales frighten those who were there.
It becomes unspeakable, this driving fear.
These are torments in need of confession.
But they become hidden like a secret obsession.
The unknown is a land of imagination.
It tantalizes mankind with fascination.
As we push further in anticipation,
Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
To speak only as much as necessary,
We dance around the edges of the legendary.
Some tales become the tales told by lesser men,
And still humanity fights its way through our sins.
The Essex set out to sea to seek a whaler's profit,
But the truth of it didn't need a prophet.
To know that a liar's word is worthless,
And that feigned promises are meritless.
The unknown is a land of imagination.
It tantalizes mankind with fascination.
As we push further in anticipation,
Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
Life is full of stories and comprises.
The promises made aren't meant to be lies.
But in a world of broken alibis,
Cheap suits come down to tattered neck ties.
Sometimes all a man knows is what he knows,
And some only know the sea and how the wind blows.
We do our best to live up to family names,
Knowing we have but little beyond our family's fame.
The unknown is a land of imagination.
It tantalizes mankind with fascination.
As we push further in anticipation,
Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
A voyage begins with conception's prayer,
Knowing only what can be known as if it is a snare.
Nantucket sought to be a nation's healing light,
Scared enough to seek to show it in the night.
Harpoons and whaling pins tell the story
Of whaling crews setting sail for particular glory.
An experienced crew knows who will belong.
They equally foresee what can or could go wrong.
(c) January 28, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“The greatest kindness one can render to any man consists in leading him from error to truth.” – Thomas Aquinas
“The Constitution enjoins an oath upon all the officers of the United States. This is a direct appeal to that God Who is the avenger of perjury. Such an appeal to Him is a full acknowledgement of His being and providence.” – Oliver Wolcott
No Cause To Be Afraid
by Michael Doyle
Sometimes it feels like death follows me,
Creeping along like a shadow that swallows me.
Maybe it is that I should already be dead,
I know that's too much to have been said.
At three, I was pushed backward in a pool,
Sinking down into the deep end felt peaceful and cool.
My dad saw and dove in to save me,
But never understood the perspective it gave me.
I stared into the eyes of death,
Unafraid to the edge of my last breath.
Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid,
It was as if life were cards to be played.
Life goes by so quickly, too fast.
The truth of it is, it won't last.
It's filled with danger as we find our way,
When our number is up, that's our final day.
We find our happiness under the moon above,
And we cherish those we were born to love.
We search for dreams under unturned stone,
Until the day comes, we end life again alone.
I stared into the eyes of death,
Unafraid to the edge of my last breath.
Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid,
It was as if life were cards to be played.
Life goes on, and you slowly fall apart,
Until you are broken even in your heart.
Everywhere you go, you build new family.
They are so precious in your memory.
Life's beauty is lost through injury.
Sometimes it is lost without any memory.
In this life, it is what we don't and what we do.
It's the truth of life and death given to you.
I stared into the eyes of death,
Unafraid to the edge of my last breath.
Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid,
It was as if life were cards to be played.
Without love, there is only loneliness,
That and memories of what it is you miss.
So much of life turns out undeserved,
Whether it is to own riches or be underserved.
I build my memorials to those I've lost.
Sometimes, it is too much to count the cost.
This is the path of faint hope lived in.
At the end, I can only hope that I'll be forgiven.
I stared into the eyes of death,
Unafraid to the edge of my last breath.
Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid,
It was as if life were cards to be played.
(c) January 27, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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