“They define a republic to be a government of laws, and not of men.” – John Adams (1775)
Learn more about the Founders’ intentions with respect to establishing the United States of America as a republic not a democracy here:
Microsoft Word – John Adams–Government of Laws, Not Men v1.0.doc (hccs.edu)
“[T]he most sacred of the duties of a government [is] to do equal and impartial justice to all its citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1816)
“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.” – Steven Wright, comedian (b. 1955)
Thoughts On Dorian Gray
by Michael Doyle
Textured as it is in prescience
Are those things outside of science
Among these is the legend of Dorian Gray
Of which there is much yet to say
Images that stick through flesh like a knife
Sliced cleanly through the heart of life
Young Dorian finds his way to London Town
Gray yet garish, it would unsettle a clown
Not everything is made better with tea
His walk through memories do not seek sympathy
Like sketches on an easel, cold and without pity
It lays the scene when death becomes the party
Introduced as he is to the ways of wanton sin
As they say, let the bacchanalian games begin
Closed doors hide the way to forgotten scenes
The stuff of bad memories and worse dreams
The more one looks on the more that can be seen
The artist takes a peek deep inside a human's being
The Hellfire Club awaits the seeker's open door
These are the ways of darkness and then something more
Nailing oneself to the Devil's altar, so they say
Would be the price taking the soul of Dorian Gray
There's no more elegant a philosopher than folly
Cheers! Drink up young man with frolic's trim of jolly
People die it seems through the drag of commonsense
As they lose themselves in distracted bits of pretense
One lost moment sucked out of life, one at a time
This truth is the most diabolical of half-missed crimes
These lessons burn hard in the hottest fleck of flame
Those pleasures that exist beyond all of shame
In Victorian Days of unspoiled young and graceless beauty
Young Dorian reaches far beyond his half believed duty
Heeding the call of the Devil's altar, he reaches
Learning from all of the sermons that vanity teaches
To remain young forever is the deal that's made
The Devil's jest passes for what he calls a fair trade
(c) October 5, 2021 Michael Doyle
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Second Halloween poem of the season.
“Be not too hasty to trust or admire the teachers of morality; they discourse like angels but they live like men.” – Dr. Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
“The instrument by which it [government] must act are either the AUTHORITY of the laws or FORCE. If the first be destroyed, the last must be substituted; and where this becomes the ordinary instrument of government there is an end to liberty!” – Alexander Hamilton (1794)
Until Humanity Is Gone
by Michael Doyle
These parasites came to bring decay
Destroying the vestiges of yesterday
They prey on the last of our humanity
Killing in waves depleting our society
Making it impossible to be withstood
Setting fire to our planet and its woods
Rats, insects and paralyzing pestilence
Are waged on us to destroy our resilience
Scavenging our lives for our survival
Is the path forward since their arrival
Already inside we know we are already dead
The only thing keeping us going is mankind's thread
Of hope that even if we have no hope going forward
We will have the ability to keep going onward
This then is our great and deadly path of sorrow
Brazen as we hope for any new sort of tomorrow
Struggling each day just to barely persist
Fighting each step that we will yet exist
In this world there is only adapt or die
As we keep waiting for salvation from the sky
Seared in our souls by heat of the fire
The turns of darkness know our black desire
Our appetite for destruction makes flame breathe
Taking on the enemy is anger's small reprieve
Anything is possible when needed bad enough
The jester's folly calls on mankind's bluff
Is it enough to the know the cost of sweet pain
In an apocalyptic world gone bleak and insane
Where then has humanity gone?
How can we hope to carry on?
Reborn into the siege of me and you
What then will our children do?
Turning the tide we stand to staunch the fight
Knowing that we may never make it right
Keeping the enemy in line of our deadly sight
We will yet turn back the black of this night
That we might survive feels like our confusion
Given as it is to be our cruelest illusion
Crushed as we are we will still fight on
Until that is, all humanity is gone
(c) October 4, 2021 Michael Doyle
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First Halloween poem of the season – alien apocalypse theme
“They that can give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.” – Benjamin Franklin (1759)
“General education is the best preventive of the evils now most dreaded. In the civilized countries of the world, the question is how to distribute most generally and equally the property of the world. As a rule where education is most general the distribution of property is most general…. As knowledge spreads, wealth spreads. To diffuse knowledge is to diffuse wealth. To give all an equal chance to acquire knowledge is the best and surest way to give all an equal chance to acquire property.” – Rutherford B. Hayes
Inconvenience Into Resemblance
by Michael Doyle
Casting aside the inconvenience
Looking instead for the resemblance
Is he your bother or a brother?
What happened to loving one another?
Red letter moments meant to teach us
Each word said in try to reach us
Passages that speak to heartaches
Meant to encourage not dwell on mistakes
It is not the healthy but the sick
That need the embrace of grace quick
Heading as we are toward so much wrong
God's loving arms are where we belong
Sobering as it is to be in reflection
God teaches life needs holy direction
Though each of us trends toward our pursuits
Of things that hurt and do not contribute
In the seasons of our missing of things
We fail to see what goodness brings
Jesus's faith was only in the factual
Which was to believe in us and our potential
Leaning in toward our spiritual perfection
Under the healing hand of His gentle correction
The things of purity true in their resemblance
Point out that to God, each of us is of importance
What God has done for those like me
He surely will do for the likes of thee
Stepping into all of our messy spaces
His love is given within His sacred embraces
(c) October 3, 2021 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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