The first steps in any new direction Are likely to require some bit of correction. Every journey needs these to be taken. To think otherwise is to be mistaken.
It's necessary to crawl, fall, walk, then run. These are necessary steps of life that has begun. Every exploration is the inroad of a new process. It comes gradually through test after baby test.
Daring to trust is the first step taken in respect. There is not one of these steps that we can neglect. All this leads to the magic of things men dream of, From rocket ships to glory and even the ways of love.
Men have learned the secret of getting is to get started, Toward the known and unknown, even places uncharted. The first breaths of the journey begin in the heart, Until it fills you up in your soul, and you must start.
Every fulfilled dream begins when you simply decide Those fears exist until the point you override The grip it has on your soul in setting its limitation, And you open up to allow yourself full exploration.
It is the fortunate who take the first steps they can. It's the same truth for every living woman and every man. The rough patches of life are challenges and thrills. But no smooth sea ever gave a sailor their necessary skills.
So go on, do the necessary things to reach your achievement. Each failed attempt will give answers and bring improvement. To get where you're going, decide what you want can claim it. The secret of achievement is to simply dare to name it.
(c) July 24, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
By a leap of faith, we look into the future Learning what there is to know and nurture. But the best of yet to come, so it seems, Belongs to those who believe in their dreams.
I've spoken, often, of the choosing of voices That must be listened to in making our choices. It mainly comes down to the call of responsibility, And working for the future within our capabilities.
The future truly starts in the moments of today, Not tomorrow, by any path taken, in any way. We choose from the winds that we witness blowing, Living forward into our tide's best flowing.
We do our best to stay the course, feeling the traces, Holding true to the most beloved of half-forgotten faces. In our hearts, we know there is always another way To find our tomorrows, cleaved harshly from yesterday.
The philosopher-king peeks out from his shadowed cave. Realizing, as he does, there's a planet yet to save. What's not to love about these kinds of spoiled odds? The free-thinker raises Hell before the false gods.
Though the time before us is fleeting and lost fast, There is no percentage found in crying over the past. Death may come in a future lived without its fear, But for now, we the living, bravely will persevere.
In every step, there is the pervasive sentiment. Though we are not stars, our souls shine in the firmament. The future that we dream influences the lived-in present, And the choices of destiny are nothing to resent.
The captain cloaks himself in something he knows is warm As he sails into the coming of the apocalypse's storm. Boldly going beyond the bounds recollected by the past, He's already been there, and it did not come to last.
To hold on to what has not yet been received Is to look past the concerns we've habitually conceived. Tomorrow's children will not live life deceived. It is a matter of choice to hope for and be believed.
(c) July 23, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Any man worth his salt will stick up for what he believes right, but it takes a slightly better man to acknowledge instantly and without reservation that he is in error.” – Andrew Jackson
“It is both the duty and responsibility of the world’s fortunate few to help fulfil the legitimate aspirations of the unfortunate many.” – Haile Selassie, Emperor of Ethiopia (23 Jul 1892-1975)
Wherever we go, However, we might grow, It's in our souls Light is accentuated by shadow.
The universe invites us to explore, To reach out to find something more. In this, we find an explanation, And sometimes, we happen on new civilizations.
Among the things first learned, Is that beyond the need that is discerned Is that in being unburdened by hesitation, Sometimes brings us to the deeper questions.
From these, we feel as we yearn Is the magnitude of what's left to learn. This, then, is how we come to socialize And through this, we grow more wise.
Sometimes expectations go off path. They go so badly, you have to laugh. The human soul is achingly beautiful, To recognize this is something wonderful.
One must know the language to communicate. It is how understanding passes its own test. We determine who we will be without certainty, And we communicate to narrow down possibility.
As we define new terms that we are born to teach. In these, we distinguish the limits that we will reach. It's about learning where we best fit, And that is the reality of life - all of it.
(c) July 22, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
A comedy writer laughs and reads A lot of energetic devotion These days are filled with emotion lotion It's the tale of perpetual motion that reads.
Like a tale of running down a road of screams, Played out in a plethora of iconic cartoon screens. Each step leads to the next step of an endless show, Until it reaches the end of the television's glow.
There is a comic abstraction beginning at page one, And after the laughs are over, it's finally done. That's not much of a formula for life to rely on. But, it is how comedic TV mostly goes on and on.
Stealing from black and white is an homage to glory. If it's in color, it's the theft of a copyrighted story. In the modern world, ideas are over before they begin. It takes agility to be on the side that wins.
It's like walking into a room filled with smart guys, Too much commenting is probably more than unwise. It seems to me that even comedy is an ongoing process, And that thing called life is mainly nothing more than a test.
(c) July 21, 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