“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
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 All Rights Reserved
When it comes down to chasing around, In my life, I have truly found There's nothing that God cannot do. This, I know in my soul to be true.
Greater things I can conceive When I walk in the light and believe. What I witness in this hour Is the wonder of God's holy power.
I walk my life in praise, Feeling God's presence in my days. This is a day of celebration As we gather together for our salvation.
What I've seen from the Father and the Son Is a living testimony to what God has done. No more death, it's fallen away and gone, And I worship the God that I depend on.
I look on as He takes His throne of majesty, Grateful for all the things that I see. The life that's lived in His name, We are unblemished from all shame.
I walk my life in praise, Feeling God's presence in my days. This is a day of celebration As we gather together for our salvation.
(c) August 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Crimes increase as education, opportunity, and property decrease. Whatever spreads ignorance, poverty and, discontent causes crime…. Criminals have their own responsibility, their own share of guilt, but they are merely the hand…. Whoever interferes with equal rights and equal opportunities is in some real degree, responsible for the crimes committed in the community.” – Rutherford B. Hayes
Below the frozen leaves Rests the haunting memory. The nocturnal strains man believes Are what makes for our only certainty.
I'm a shattered soul of Autumn's grief, And the blood of faith stains my soul. My black tears of love knows no relief, Here in a life torn asunder and out of my control.
It's the blood stained tears of chaos That hold me in its dark alliance. The sound of silence tells of my loss. Fear of the dark speaks of broken reliance.
The river flows frozen in its dreaded time. The scourge of malice weighs me down. Abandoned by Heaven, it feels infernal, yet sublime. The tears glisten bitterness bringing their frown.
Demonic dreams are filling my soul every night, As I dream unseen into an ethereal mist. Unhallowed, my world will never again be right. Engraved in black is the something that I have missed.
Thrown as a hammer from the howling void, Somber tidings burn deep into my broken mind. The yearning abyss whispers of madness I avoid, Usurping the starry wisdom left behind.
It's the absurdity of apocryphal gravity That drowns out the light above from below. The pressure points explode without levity, As I realize there is so much that I will never know.
(c) August 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“To love very much is to love inadequately; we love-that is all. Love cannot be modified without being nullified. Love is a short word but it contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe the air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. Love is not a word; it is a wordless state indicated by four letters.” – Guy de Maupassant
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