“please stop religious fundamentalism ~
just let God’s light ignite mind-body prism”
~ quote by poet
If you believe in this and I in that,
just let it be dear heart, just let it be,
for there is on my door no welcome mat
and since with your scripture I don’t agree,
know that your next victim cannot be me.
Consider what if our roles are reversed
and you are by opposing views coerced,
where I say it’s my way or the highway,
would then you not feel that you have been cursed,
to suffer at my hands day after day?
INEVETABLE,
COLLATERABLE DAMAGE,
NOBODY CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO,
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY,
EXPERT,
FINE PRINT,
NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT,
COMMERCIAL SENSITIVITY,
THE PRICACY ACT SAYS ..
NOT YOUR PROBLEM,
TEXT ME,
DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN DO IT ON LINE,
YOUR PROGRAMME WILL RESUME IN 51 SECONDS,
WHO NEEDS A LANDLINE THESE DAYS,
THIS IS AN AUTOMATIC REPLY,
DUE TO . . .
THE NUMBER AHEAD OF YOU IN THE CUE,
WE NO LONGER STOCK THAT ITEM,
KILLS 99.99 PERCENT OF GERMS,
DON'T WALK ON THE GRASS,
NO CAN DO.
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
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
Hardheaded Or Headstrong
Miracle Man
7-29-2023
Mom often said Tommy, “you’re too hardheaded”,
I suppose I wasn’t sure just what those words meant.
From childhood these words were deeply embedded,
but I must have did things with no thought to relent.
Personality changes that came, didn’t take long,
As I grew into my twenties I always had my say.
So I continued being, a young man, headstrong,
many times it became, “my way or the highway”.
I took great pride in saying what others did refuse,
always being truthful and without hurtful intent.
I’ve never been reluctant in expressing personal views,
sometimes I’ve just sought an opportunity to vent.
Then came a day, with much of life being spent,
and I faced issues that I couldn’t handle alone.
Seeing Jesus’ face I knew I needed to repent,
so I made the decision that for my life I’d atone.
Born Again Date
August 27th 1968
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
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
Ponderable Thoughts
For September 2, 2020
By: Miracle Man
Compromise is the bridge uniting pro and con
the man who utters, “my way or the highway”
Is exposed as narcissistic.
Tom
Many prolong taking action,
fearful of what the reaction might be.
Sometimes a reaction has been harsher,
than the action that gave it birth.
Tom
Faith was my first step,
toward my ultimate destination.
Tom
Man’s biggest fear lies not in what he knows,
but of things that lie beyond his grasp.
Tom
We’re all just visitor’s on earth,
with a temporary lease on things in our possession.
Tom
Thinking we have all the answers evidences our ignorance,
knowing the one who does displays our intelligence.
Tom
Life sometimes forces us to climb mountains,
it also allows us to enjoy the valleys.
Tom
What Tom Thinks
3/15/2020
Both Democrat & Republican needs to understand,
that compromising isn’t failing, or losing,
and finding a solution to any problem should always come
before assigning blame. Compromising means
that the welfare of the masses (who elected you)
comes before your own selfish egos and desires.
When you have the attitude of “it’s my way or the highway”
Nothing gets done and country’s needs aren’t met.
We are all set adrift in the same canoe,
and if it sinks, will we not all drown the same?
Jesus loves you!
“If you are emotionally attached to your tribe, religion, political leanings to the point that Truth & Justice become secondary considerations, your education is useless. Your exposure is useless. If you cannot reason beyond petty sentiments, you are a liability to the mankind”
-Dr.Chuba Okadigbo
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.
Compromise
(in the early sixties)
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
Oft times I’ve faced those,
consumed with rage.
Sometimes I allowed myself,
to enter into that stage.
Compromising then,
was such a massive load.
I thought “My way or the highway,
and you can pick the road”.
In those adolescent years,
I didn’t take others bunk.
Because in my minds eye,
I was “tougher than stewed skunk”
What another was thinking,
I gave scarcely a hoot,
Because the coffee I drank,
“would raise a blister on a boot”.
“Compromise makes a good umbrella,
but a poor roof”
James Russell Lowell
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.
take a holiday from your perspective, don't you say?
it would help you to evolve past hey!
my way or the highway, as it only causes pain,
what happened to beauty?
maybe it never existed just shame,
covered up by the rights to exist, in vain!
none the less i love this vein of creativity,
that streams from my pain, as i realize it's all
a gain, of experiences with which to change
my pane, so my vision won't be so stained.
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.
He was egotistical
Like Napoleon
No longer a thorn for me
On the day he said:
“It’s my way or the highway”
This new job has set me free
Composed 10/09/2012
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