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He is patient he is kind
Has a red temper
But he is mine
Or is he as my mind
Unwinds sipping thoughts
Dripping whine
Why can’t he be Mr Right
And do as I wish when I decide
OK maybe I am the problem
I want to be giving but I’m demanding
Talking to myself now not him
How can I ask what I ask on a whim
I need to feel secure and considered
I hear him say that I am difficult
So why am I could it be
That he finally sees the real me
Yet he seems to wait patiently
Despite the parade of suitors
Green is his esteem
And that is so sexy
He knows how to give me space
And that’s amazing grace
Still I choose me and it’s
My way or the highway
The story of the devil
is the story of all men
we make mistakes
the favoured son
Given to much
the son becomes spoiled
believing everything
they say
We allow them
to get away with lies
the spoiled child
will twist the knife of hate
Thinking they above the rest
knowing you are in their pocket
they attack
knowing you will support their faults
There is only one way
My way or the highway
the child making demands
breaking toys
knowing you are blind to their faults
God favoured the devil
treated the devil as his favourite son
the devil came to believe
That he was better than God
the spoiled son
the favoured child
blind to their faults
we fail to punish their mistakes
we fail to push them to succeed
we put them above others
I watched as Jason refused to go to school
his Grand mother supported him
he was allowed to stay at home
other kids questioned his desire to play
when school was over
punching then his mother as support
punished the child that had been punched
Jason grew up to lie
the spoiled son
you do your child no favour
all people should be treated equal
and yet they're not
treated equal expecting fair they learn to share
the favoured son turned against God
thinking himself better he fought for power
you are not good enough he said
I should have the power
God created the Devil
God favoured the Devil
God believed in the Devil
only one hour before the fight began
We put our heart and soul
into caring for our children
and then within a heartbeat
their actions can change your life forever
There is no doubt that Santa is in charge at this time of year
That green nemesis known as the Grinch his only job should be cleaning up after the reindeer
Maybe after Christmas, he may want to consider running for President, we surely know he can deliver
A man who produces peace and goodwill for all mankind I think we should all consider
If you see this as a fantasy have you checked the way our politicians have been acting lately
The constant chaos and fighting within our governments is certainly not stately
What presents have they left us under the tree , more of the same, higher taxes and a book to show you how nothing gets done
Look what Santa achieves with the help of those enchanting elves, who look like they are having fun
Our politicians need to read a book on how to compromise with each other
Both parties continue to play the same old song My Way Or The Highway but with two different results too numerous to cover
Politicians need to take an example from the man in the red suit, a person we all seem to be able to get behind
If you want my vote on election day put on a red suit ,It will help me make up my mind
In a bygone America the First Amendment
Was as sacred as a Biblical Commandment:
"I disagree with what you say,
But your right to say it,
I'll defend to the death"--
Rang out the shibboleth.
Disagreements and disputes
Were all the rage;
Discussion, debate, and discourse
Took center-stage.
From Lincoln-Douglas down through Kennedy-Nixon,
Our leaders warred
With eloquent words
Instead of with swords...
...But now there's precious little freedom of speech,
Political corretness is what academies preach.
"Sexist," "Racist," "Fascist," they all screech;
'My way or the highway,' is what they teach.
'Twas a noble idea once,
Was Freedom of speech:
Today observed less in the act
Than in the breach.
Just like the Haves and the Have-Nots
Are those thinking and thinking not,
Told that which is and what is not
Like what is truth and what is not.
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We navigate life through extremes
With rancor at the core it seems.
So now "my way or the highway"
Mocks "road less taken by" today.
Exclusionists - deprivations
Autocrats - machinations
Denial of facts, implicit lies,
And truth is whitewashed, sanitized.
Now books are banned by "thought police"
As freedoms steadily decrease.
Revisionists - false narratives
Supremacists - false positives
If guns don't kill cruel actions will,
Filling more spaces on "Boot Hill."
While prayerful niceties are spun
They're only words with nothing done.
Separatists - disassociations
Militants - recriminations
Although Mad Hatter's hate is spread
The message is, at best, inbred.
While bigotry in direst form
Alive and well - and full term born.
Alarmists - distortions
Strategists - deviations
But now it seems we've lost our way
By trading worth for crass display.
The plan foretold - clearly expressed
Spells widespread change and much unrest.
Here's my Invisible Rules Book,
I make them up as I go along.
Don't dare make me accountable,
I won't apologize as I'm never wrong.
I don't care if you're angry,
I really don't care what you think.
It's my Intuitive Guide to Ignorance,
It's invisible, it's not written in ink.
I will do as I see fit.
I'm a player and ladies man.
Don't ever question my intentions,
I will change the rules whenever I can.
It's my way or the highway,
Don't try to change my plans.
I live by my own set of rules,
Some say I'm arrogant and maybe I am.
So once again, here's my Invisible Rules Book,
Take it or leave it, it's up to you.
Get back to me with your answer,
If you don't like it, I'll find someone new.
These are the rules I live by,
If you comply, we'll get along.
So don't ever expect me to change,
And just remember, I'm never wrong.
Sacred native forests
remain enraptured in souls
shadowing mysterious nature's silence.
Or when so deluged and brisk winded,
stormed to rage wild absence of restraint
overpowering more domesticated sounds of commodifying busyness,
diesel fueled 18-wheelers
carrying walky-talky caffeine flying drivers,
warning blares of commerce's trains
for those without bodies and brains
to move away from rumbling dust river of busy tracks.
Native forests
speak sacred wilderness power through all five senses.
I cannot see a sacred forest
singing I Did It My Way,
or My Way Or The HighWay
appropriate anthems in their less bird-songed place, yes,
but not sacred lusty psalms of organic notes
for and from native forests,
where sacred sights
sound naturally right
and smell absent of stinky busy fright,
and taste and feel recycling peace.
A nod of the head
an wink of the eye
thumb uplifted
a relief of my sigh
needing to know
feeling unsure
a sign alls well
but never his word
Keep on keeping on
lift your shoulder strong
be contempt
with soft encouragement
for if by chance
I did it wrong
feel his boot
hear that anger strong
curse and shout
feeling dumb
his words bring doubt
becoming numb
do it right
or don't do it at all
having choices
I never recalled
my way or the highway
why can't you see
your like your mother
do it correctly
Dad was old school
with little schooling at all
a nod of the head
an wink of the eye
thumb uplifted
a relief of my sigh
my way or the highway
my way or the heartache
my way or minus the highway
my way or minus the heartache
minus the heartache,minus the highway
minus the soul,minus the heartache
minus the soul,plus the soul
minus the soul,plus the heartache
the mind,body is a plus of the soul
minus the soul,minus the body,plus the mind
plus the mind,plus the body,minus the soul
minus the soul is plus the body
the soul is at peace with the mind
the soul is at peace with the body
the mind caress the soul
the mind caress the body
peace caress the mind,body,and soul
peace is at peace with peace
the body caress the body
caress caresses the mind,body,and soul
at peace is at mind,at peace is at peace