Our defiant spirit makes America proud. We have more faith than we should be allowed. It wasn't passing time that shaped us into being. Our visionaries forced us into always seeing
The shapes of things to come for our nation Were led by our pioneers through rich exploration. It was our rugged, inventive persistence Through which we willed ourselves into existence.
What makes America great is not the past, The best of America are things that last. This nation was built through audacity. The same strength will carve out this century.
From the wilderness, we forged our civilization, Spreading across a continent to become our nation. Lady Fortune smiled on a people who would self-rule, This was the stuff of freedom and liberty's school.
The wolves of Wall Street brought barbarians to the gate. Banging on the walls, they crashed and almost sealed our fate. The instinct of finance was to risk, conquer, and compete. It nearly brought us to a bankrupt ruin at debt's feet.
To turn this back, we need to rebuild our fabled industry, Securing commerce to turn back aggression by our capacity. Free markets spawned to improve other nations' economies But all that bred was our loss and stronger enemies.
Globalized trade and finance did not end the rivalry, And there has been no such end to the ways of history. We discovered this crossroads of our age's choice, We join together through tariffs to speak liberty's voice.
It is time to reestablish balance to protect our country, It's time to care less about protecting the global community. We will focus instead on first principles and philosophy, As we leverage our way into the annals of lasting history.
An aligned industrial base brings about our prosperity. This, in turn, brings us a just peace and then our security. Steady hands lead us to dare to do more than idealize, It's time for America and her allies to reindustrialize.
We must now insist on ourselves as masters of this game, Daring to be the crucible of our world's thunder and flame. With heads held high, we will be known wherever we go, As the descendants of our ancestors from a century ago.
(c) July 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
It's a resounding theme To live this life and dream. Putting God into action, It brings the best of life's satisfaction.
Taking the drink of living water, In the name of the Son and the Father. It's amazing what we filter through, In all of life and in what we do.
Putting faith in the steps we take, We know our journey is not a mistake. Hands held to take away life's grief, This is the sacred way that brings relief.
Planted seeds in the soil, It's a secret's work as we toil. Finding encouragement in each other, This is what God means by loving one another.
Better than words are the commands of love, Doing, not saying, the ways of the above. Faith and hope are our daily praise, Bringing God into the hardest days.
Serving people is the truest ministry. This has been the case throughout history. The blessings shared are in abundance, Prepared in the share of God's providence.
Moving in the moments that work together Imprinted as they are to bring the better. We can't let words get in the way. The Holy Spirit leads our needed day.
The Holy Spirit filters purity. It's the same for you and for me. God washes through all that needs to be done, Bringing hope for the hopeless through the Son.
It brings peace into this troubled world needed - In the pleaded warnings and words heeded. It's the love of Christ found in our actions And through these chances taken, we find satisfaction.
Living testimony found in acting on God's laws Removes all hesitation for His good cause. We learn to share God's love as we struggle to do, Finding the blessings are many and the troubles few.
(c) July 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy) by Michael Doyle
Facing the music as it begins to play I, in my pulpit of one, begin to pray. Lost within my sense of inconsolable dreams, I take comfort in the prophet's endless screams.
Time went on, and I slowly came to fully mature Finding myself a product of all that I nurture. The western dessert found no regret was in vain. I was hitching a ride on his black steel crazy train.
...And then came that final fall When the Blizzard of Oz heeded the call. Going the last time into the dark night Shouting at the devil to get it right.
The demons drove him through the pouring rain Finding home again, the singer shared his pain. Hexed by depression and dragged through Hell, It was clear the Prince of Darkness felt unwell.
Fleetingly homicidal because it takes too long, Like pieces of a puzzle, thoughts become a song. Modern-day extremists might have their urgency, But Black Sabbath created Heavy Metal's certainty.
...And then came that final fall When the Blizzard of Oz heeded the call. Going the last time into the dark night Shouting at the devil to get it right.
Going over the mountain to fly high again, Randy Rhoads flew along like a winged friend. Cut down by the last and cruelest of superstitions, The music crafted became legendary inspiration.
Most of modern life is lived like well-worn fiction, Breaking through its crust takes the speed of friction. Ozzy Osbourne - Prince of Darkness and family man, A cognitive dissonance that became a living titan.
...And then came that final fall When the Blizzard of Oz heeded the call. Going the last time into the dark night Shouting at the devil to get it right.
(c) July 26, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“There are stars whose radiance is visible on Earth though they have long been extinct. There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world though they are no longer among the living. These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark. They light the way for humankind.” -Hannah Senesh, poet, playwright, and paratrooper (17 Jul 1921-1944)
Sometimes, behind the nucleus and its tail, There is a deeper meaning, a tale within a tale. There is a pervasive feeling in the cosmic track Of an object that continuously makes its way back.
Some see this arbitrator as a bringer of life. Others see a comet as a bringer of ordained strife. For millennia, shooting stars have collided with atmosphere, Springing forth as a matter of hope and fear.
We humans are a race that is damaged and broke, But like the comets, we are wonderfully outspoken. Looking out with perspective, they are poets in a way. We must take care to hear what they have to say.
They are perpetually chasing after words from the universe. Verbal collectibles that harmonize into unspoken verse. These fleeting stars cross into our lives once or twice, And they leave for interpretation what is shared as advice.
Speaking as they will on transformation and its change As the nighttime skies continuously resort and rearrange. Drifting through humanity's passage of time, they speak As we look with eyes and lenses at what we might peek.
Fiery swords of ephemeral beauty define a glimpse to see Of the coming days that fulfill what might be our destiny. These are but beacons of understanding and enlightenment Mankind has only begun to pierce its way into the firmament.
Curious comets, like crystal tresses, fill the nighttime skies. It's all a thing of wonder, naked before our human eyes. They wander through our galaxy with the muse of an unread book, With a turn of the page, mankind takes it in for another look.
(c) July 25, 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 