Consciousness is who we are Equally near as it is far Past every bit of memory Rather in sadness or reverie
Past the loops of improvisation That edges us toward our creation Teetering there on the edges of madness Are the glimpses beyond the sadness
Each step must be made on our own Into the maze of thoughts we thought gone This is what drives us onward to survive The answer lies within to being truly alive
To get to the point of our reconstruction We must move through the placid destruction Of all that we believed in once before Past the lies and through that open door
Even ghosts know that love holds the vital key When given in truth and held on to purely In the end we know that nothing else will do Life is impeccably hold in this pristine view
In all of the mystery there is one deep question To be reached without doubt or any hesitation That is do we have the needed zest of will power To collect on the gifts given to us this hour
Deep inside the gates of the narrow meditation Delivered only by the utmost honor and dedication It is in essence the liberation of our dignity And in it is the freedom found for all humanity
(c) January 14, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“My fondest hope for each one of you — and especially for the young people here — is that you will love your country, not for her power or wealth, but for her selflessness and her idealism. May each of you have the heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, and the hand to execute works that will make the world a little better for your having been here. May all of you as Americans never forget your heroic origins, never fail to seek divine guidance, and never lose your natural, God-given optimism. And finally, my fellow Americans, may every dawn be a great new beginning for America and every evening bring us closer to that shining city upon a hill.” – Ronald Reagan
Beware of snake oil peddlers who would sell you the quixotic idylls of the neverland of socialism. As seen by the drive to divide us under the name of “unity”, the racism of “antiracism”, and the promises of prosperity for the low skilled by raising minimum wages beyond a business’s ability to pay only to find America becoming more automated and workers replaced by machines, the founding principles of our republic (not “democracy”) work, socialism does not and never has.
“The theory of the Communists maybe summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property. … Take away the heritage of a people and they are easily destroyed.” – Karl Marx, Communist Manifesto (1848)
In every moment, even or odd You put me together, Lord God In every flaw and every break You have eased every single ache
You have shown me the truth Lived every moment since my youth Every shame of mine is your glory On every turned page of your story
Somehow you've shaped me into a man And pushed my paths as only you can Drawing nearer as I am to your destination You've brought meaning to your creation
With every breath, may Christ be magnified My enduring faith in you is signified In my heart I hold beauty even as I cry I will praise you until the day that I die
You've shown me how to sacrifice Having made an altar of my life Heart full of singing, beauty in my eyes I remain thankful for each new coming sunrise
Lifting you up with the fullness of my praise Living your ways to my best in all of my days On the living altar of the strains of my life I give you the glory by every moment's sacrifice
(c) January 12, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If honor be your clothing, the suit will last a lifetime; but if clothing be your honor, it will soon be worn threadbare.” – William D. Arnot (1808–1875)
The life before us Seen as if waking from lies Maybe it never was We awake with opened eyes
Danger stands on either side While we choose our confession We can fake that it stops at wounded pride Or press forward despite our predilection
It's in the books real meaning That as children we would disappear Learning, as it were, what it was human beings Traveling vast distances while staying near
That's how it is on seeking glory While others seek happiness in every heart then Some quest after the end of the story Others it seems are content when questioning when
We walk through the shadows as we best contend Are real but these never feel that way Afraid to cast off what is and isn't pretend Instead of feeling alive in our every day
A kiss might melt the tears away Holding on to forget our hurting sorrow Going through the sermons of every day Resisting in our hopeful reveries for tomorrow
(c) January 11, 2022 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
