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Now its purty well knowed that cowpokes prefer to ride a horse,
An' movin' pitchers show 'em astride prancin' horses of course.
But Hank, a cow-puncher fer many years ain't like th' usual pack;
He prefers to mount a cantankerous mule that he calls Jack!
Ol' Jack sets th' rules in most matters, keepin' Hank on his toes.
Its joked 'mongst his pards that he's bein' led around by his nose!
Jack has a mean kick leavin' hoof marks imprinted on Hank's chest!
Hank's a stubborn one but in stubbornness, he comes in second best!
Jack'll sit on his haunches when Hank tries to tighten th' cinch.
Hank'll yell an' cuss tryin' to saddle him but Jack won't give a inch!
In his own sweet time Jack'll rise on all fours allowin' Hank astraddle.
What a sight they is gallopn' along, Hank tryin' to remain in th' saddle!
When Hank tries to lasso dogies, th' rope gits tangled in Jack's feet.
(Th' trail boss gits irate with Hank usin' language I dare not repeat!)
Both Hank and Jack is useless in th' corral on annual brandin' day;
Says th' boss, "Both you an' yer mule git lost an' stay outta th' way!"
I reckon cowboys who use mules fer ridin' th' trail is mighty few,
But them that does says tho' they is 'mulish', they is steadfast an' true.
When he gits ornery, Hank'll whisper sweet nothin's in Jack's ears,
Like bein' put out to stud for the enjoyment of his retirement years!
[Verse 1]
He wore the tie like a hand-me-down,
Swore he'd make it big in some glass-wall town.
But his mind kept drifting to that red clay bend,
Where the river runs slow and the line don’t end.
The lights were bright, but they hurt his eyes,
And no skyline ever beat a Tuscaloosa sky.
He laughed on cue, played the part just fine,
But he missed the quiet and his Granddad’s pine.
[Chorus 1]
Take him back where the stars still shine,
Where the porch swings creak and the air smells pine.
Where the coffee’s thick and the biscuits burn,
And you learn your faith more than you earn.
Just a one-way ride to the place he knows,
Where they say your name at the Texaco.
Let him breathe where the silence feels like home.
[Verse 2]
He carried the weight like a Sunday lie,
Told himself it’s just a phase, it'll pass on by.
But the cracks ran deep through a polished life,
And he never once cried for the things he liked.
He’d pray in traffic, curse at red lights,
Dig for hope in sleepless nights.
Tryin’ to be more than his old man’s name,
But all that tryin’ just fed the flame.
[Chorus 2]
Take him back where the roads don’t care,
Where the cotton fields stretch like a whispered prayer.
Where the work is hard but the pay feels fair,
And God don’t seem so far from there.
Just a one-way ride to a mailbox leanin’,
Where “how ya been?” really means meanin’.
Let him rest where the world don’t chase his name.
[Bridge]
He ain't lost — just run too fast,
Lookin’ for peace in a place that don’t last.
It ain’t on a map and it sure ain’t fame —
It’s in muddy boots and your mama’s name.
[Final Chorus]
Bring him home where the stillness heals,
Where grace feels real and the hurt unpeels.
Where the heart remembers what matters most—
Not the job he left, but the Holy Ghost.
Just a one-way ride to the life he missed,
Where a front porch hymn still brings you bliss.
That’s the freedom he was always running toward.
[Outro]
He didn’t run ‘cause he lost the fight —
He just got tired of sleepin’ through the light.
Paradise ain't paved or paid —
It’s found in surrender, down in Sweet Home clay.
He didn’t run from life or from the pain —
He ran to grace… and walked out changed.
It matters,
not just politically and economically,
but also psychologically
and scientifically
and culturally
and ecologically
and educationally,
whether your history of American development
only seldom begins before Columbus Day,
and inevitably ends with flag waving on Independence Day,
or if American loyalty to and for healthy development
began way back in pre-history,
when Father SunYang
gave birth to YinMother Earth.
Who lies within
and who and what and when and where and why remain without
your sense of Earth-patriotic identity
depends on when and where and why
you start your own evolving history,
and where you are OK about our creation story ending.
Leftism is depraved,
will excuse any sin,
you all remember Epstein?
They were in bed with him.
If it moves they’ll bang it,
and think there is no cost,
wetting their wick matters more
than all the good things lost.
They break down the family,
all that resists the state,
fifty years of this crap
people aren’t doing great.
Thirteen-year olds aren’t virgins,
nineteen-years olds ran through,
and the leftist scum-bags say
it’s “empowering you.”
A woman who can’t pair-bond,
that’s ‘good’ in their sick eyes,
a man who thinks he’s toxic,
because of all their lies,
lost children seeking parents
since their homes were shattered,
no guidance to help them,
that’s why they're so disturbed.
What is the great end result
of this sexual crusade?
The STDs are rampant,
**** now is everyday.
Marriages are not lasting,
if they happen at all,
sexes at each other’s throat,
our children doomed to fall,
All because these damn leftists
said screw without regard,
now lasting misery
is spread out wide and far.
Palm Sunday, the day Jesus entered the city and was Praised by the people for his love of God, and his willingness to God.
Holy Monday, is the day Jesus enters the church and is unhappy that it is a market place not a place of worship, he gets mad, and overturns the selling tables, upon leaving the church, he curses the fig tree for not bearing good fruit, making the fig tree die instantly, this shows us that if we do not produce good people we may also die instantly, that what we do matters.
Holy Tuesday, is a day for us to reflect on the ways we are willing to serve God, how we take action to spread the word and actions needed for God, we pray, we prepare.
Holy (or Spy) Wednesday, this was the day Jesus was betrayed, by one of his disciples, he was sold out for money, this led to his capture and later death, we are reminded that all we do has consequences, that the true actions of good are the ones we need to take, and to avoid all negatives that will lead us to death of our soul.
Maundy Thursday, the last supper, the washing of feet, the service of Jesus to others, followers to serve one another in the family of God.
Good Friday, the day Jesus was killed, he walked with his cross, he gave his life for us, he was a sinless man that only wanted to spread God’s word and teach us love and service and a path home to God.
Holy Saturday, the day that Jesus lay in tomb, he was preparing to return to life, to walk alive, day of silence of reflection of Jesus life.
Resurrection Sunday—Easter! Jesus awoke from death, he walked among us, he showed himself, he told his people to spread the teachings of God and love of God, that we too will be saved if we follow him, and should follow his life’s path home to God, we do this through many ways, love, forgiveness, teaching others, patience, and choosing God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sometimes I write of my pain
Sometimes I write of my angst
I often write about nature
Sometimes I write about the news
Sometimes I write inspirational
Sometimes I write about love
Sometimes I’ll try a little humor
I may write light or it may be deep
It all comes from my inner being
And I never want to feel restricted
I love the freedom of writing
About anything that flows from me
I want to reach people with views
Or reach people with some hope
Or spread truth I feel is important
Or with lessons that I learned
And like to spread love with my words
Sometimes I write often or maybe less
Whatever it is I choose, matters to me
Heidi Sands
5/1/22
Brain unfolding, like a train unloading.
All of these foreign emotions that I keep holding.
I’m hoping that my fears aren’t potentially moulding,
Into a shape created by the pressure of a life, that seems to be imploding.
I fear not, as the future will still meet at a point that’s finally present.
Leaving all those past feelings to seem old, irrelevant and misspent.
Conveniently they’re timelessly tied together like a bow on a present.
I cautiously move forward, staying as still as a scared pheasant,
Hiding from all the dangerous situations that ultimately always end unpleasant.
I unintentionally find a way to overcome the results of living a life, solely built on resentment.
The darkness in our soul is strongest when hiding within an absence of our inner light.
And positivity is never accomplished without having the determination to put up a fight.
Experiencing both of these emotional life perspectives is difficult and doesn’t make it right.
Yet any possibility that the end result is pure and may always seem blindingly out of sight.
Especially knowing you might not choose wisely and sadly confuse the darkness with the light.
Why does this matter? Why should anyone care?
When the majority of people are too busy to even offer you their blank stare.
I’ll tell you why it matters. And why we must remember how important it is to share.
Because all humans share the fact that we all have inner battles, and moments of despair.
Only by leaning on each other, it might help us through our darkness, to understand what’s fair.
Light up the life you live, and challenge any of the darkness that comes with it.
As people, we should commonly share real emotions together, whenever we see fit.
Ignorance may be bliss, but what will hurt more is choosing to be ignorant about this.
Maybe try to assist a stranger in need for once, and show how society will better itself.
By using the power of acceptance and compassion for others, helps restore yourself.
Why are my nerves being shattered
I didn't know it really mattered
And important to survive
Without it life just takes a dive
Into a hellish lonely spot
Damaging your beating heart
THis thing is a 4 letter word
Daily that needs to be heard
Lifting us up when we're down
It is said all over town
Hugging someone makes it better
It just strengthens every letter
That spells out something so special
The power it brings just will
Over flow you with emotion
Filling you up like and ocean
Of sensation that will be
Taking over your body
Every minute of the day
When you hear somebody say
A little word that means so much
And this magic word is LOVE
Now I know it really matters
I don't mind each time I shatter
Because I'm never alone
I love always coming home
Knowing I will softly hear
Love whispered in both our ears
They say that honesty is the best policy.
However, a child confronting an elder with the same candour isn't a good quality.
They say there is no substitute for hard work.
So why do wealthy achieve the success we deserve? Is it our bad luck?
"Your character will give you respect"
But when you're successful, your character doesn't matters, why though? I object.
"Be thankful to all things"
But what about those horrible ones which cannot be helped with pills?
"Unity is strength"
Politics, backstabbing, fights, where all these negetive perks went?
Why the children are kept in a blur and left to discover the reality on their own?
This only result in their agony when they are grown.
'Cause whatever they thought is far different from the reality.
People are monsters, and this is just one of their brutality.
What is this push for an AI world?
Is it better research or reimagined
Youtube music videos?
Is it better medical diagnostics
Or access to yummy recipes
And shopping suggestions?
Is it better drone or
Propaganda psychological warfare?
It will provide all of that and more,
But its main purpose is to finally
At long last, establish what every government
Has ever dreamed of having;
A complete totalitarian surveillance state.
Everything will be watched, everything noted
Like a great God or Santa in the cloud
Everything will be checked twice
And judged naughty or nice.
Nice will be nice, with all the perks
While naughty will simply cease to be.
Such an ideal world is not cheap or easy
It takes great effort and sacrifice
Freedom after all only matters when it's an option.
In a world of total control
We will all have nothing and be happy
We will all want nothing and be happy
And if you’re at all like me,
We will be nothing and at last be happy.
(9/16/26)