“No one should fear to undertake any task in the name of our Saviour, if it is just and if the intention is purely for His holy service. The working out of all things has been assigned to each person by our Lord, but it all happens according to His sovereign will, even though He gives advice. He lacks nothing that is in the power of men to give Him. Oh, what a gracious Lord, who desires that people should perform for Him those things for which He holds Himself responsible! Day and night, moment by moment, everyone should express their most devoted gratitude to Him.” – Christopher Columbus
Every new day is a cause to rejoice. We gratefully raise our loving voice, Singing our love songs through the length Of our days with our fullest strength.
Faith is kept in all of our days. It's a bond working both ways. The river runs until it overflows. These are the ways we are to know.
Listen and you will hear it. We are closer now to the Holy Spirit. Blessed by the power of His name. His love removes our blame.
As we give our praise in return For the love and laws that we learn. We find He loves us as we deserve. In return, we live as we serve.
We raise our voices in celebration As we are reminded in fascination, Jesus takes us from where we are And guides our lives like the North Star.
Listen and you will hear it. We are closer now to the Holy Spirit. Blessed by the power of His name. His love heals our shame.
(c) October 10, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It will not be denied that power is of an encroaching nature and that it ought to be effectually restrained from passing the limits assigned to it.” – James Madison (1788)
“Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents.” – Ludwig van Beethoven
The strange new thoughts are invasive. The changes to what life is are pervasive. One must be careful out on the street, Especially of who one decides to eat,
To keep things in the superlative, One must never eat a friend or a relative. It is only those that no one will ever miss. That will receive that final vampiric kiss.
Life is filled with a cold sense of rage That is seldom written about on the page. But more, there is a sense of loneliness And it bleeds the path of this cold emptiness.
Every attempt is made to keep life pro quid. The reality is that all around is now liquid. The values a man once held are void, and soon gone. And the loneliness rages on and ever on.
Feelings such as love are an unanswered question. The search for a suitable lover holds hesitation. Who would want to live forever, seeing loved ones die? Unquenchable is the thirst making the vampire sigh.
Still, it is that music pierces even jaded souls. The mastery of this art whispers of universal control. There is something in a well-written piece's majesty That fills even an immortal soul with beauty and legacy.
The hunt is on as the curtain falls like a guillotine, Death, it seems, is the dark dream of every living being. And when life has come to be held in vapid disdain. It cannot be long before the grasp on such life is in vain.
Death in all of its tender beauty is something to behold, This is the truth that the maestro allowed slowly to unfold. As drop by precious drop, the victim's life drained to feed The visions of a vampire feeding with vision, not greed.
The end of life can be a studied meditation of impunity, The release allows the sufferer his moments of dignity. The human moments of tangled imperfections play at the heart. It is these that make life, living, and undead, a work of art.
(c) October 9, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Let us recollect that peace or war will not always be left to our option; that however moderate or unambitious we may be, we cannot count upon the moderation, or hope to extinguish the ambition of others.” – Alexander Hamilton (1788)
The Queen of Bones Takes Her Throne by Michael Doyle
Two children live as sparks of duality, Two sparks born to burn through eternity. The blood and bones entwine with no enmity, Walked past the bewitching hours of mortality.
Pagan horrors linger with dark secrets known, These are the ways of the woods readily shown. Two seekers of life to death and death to life Her children awaken at peace with this strife.
In life, there is only one true inevitability. Avoiding death remains far beyond our capability. The fog and mist cloak the queen's arrival, But they cannot provide her children's survival.
A sinister evil grows hidden out in the woods, And it will bring death as moonlit shadows should. The stripped-down truths of crown and throne, Tell another story of being off the path alone.
Ghostly whispers bid the brave to explore, Though those who would be safe callously implore That we stay on the path to avoid the cost, And that to wander on our own always has its cost.
Through isolation and loneliness, their fate is woven Into a tale lived and told by the dark forest coven. Power and dominion are wielded by the queen's authority. Life and death are recognized as only transitory.
(c) October 8, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We are either a United people, or we are not. If the former, let us, in all matters of general concern act as a nation, which have national objects to promote, and a national character to support. If we are not, let us no longer act a farce by pretending to it.” – George Washington (1785)
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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 