We stand on sacred land,
We falsely call it ours.
We’ve ripped the soul from Mother Earth,
We’ve weakened all her powers.
We grind her bones for steel and flame
We have stripped her skin away
We make it feel like a game
The waste is left to decay
We build more houses and roads
We swallow the land without a care
This land corrodes
Is anyone even aware?
Let’s hold the land above
Our greed, our haste, our fears?
The land really needs our love
We should listen for her tears
Why does it feel like no one hears?
Why not hold the land above ourselves?
Welcome to: Hard on Yourself Prison,
Where sentencing is added to every decision.
Driven into vexatious thoughts,
A cycle of emotions, accusations wrought.
Caught in wordy why’s and wherefores,
Redundant objectives only multiplying more.
Questioning the inquisitioner:
Are they a good fibber or an ambiguous listener?
The harshest judge lives within..
To start afresh—where do I begin.
Let’s pack the critical encumbrances that weigh us down..
And loosen every tether that keeps us bound.
On how I receive statements
Permanent ink
I went to Japan for college
In California
I applied for an internship
With a Japanese man
Studying science materials
He is an r&d phD
Now I am an artist
Permanent stains in time affect life
Over the universe
Does not exist a degree
No university
Yet permanent adjustment
To receive, speech, from another?
“we estimate tomorrow’s rainfall to be between two and 88 inches.”
that weatherman’s bound to be right, I told my husband.
“not if it doesn’t rain,” he replied.
“Or if it rains less than two inches,” said my mother.
The perils of watching TV with two critical thinkers.
On second take..Lowe is not that great.' In fact i hear of
Late.' He wants 'bio meat on our plates?' Its beyond the
Pale.' Its all lookng stale, i beleive its time ti bale.' I had
Hoped against hope; for better.' Yet he's another bird of
False feather.' Along with Farage? Although giving and
Asking for it (large!) In support i mean.' What a dejecting
Scene is seen.' Yet to be fair (their was an irk) between
My shoulder blades it lurked.! So i must jettison any writes
Of support.. This type of skull-duggery appeares fully rife.?
( I must choose!) Ashby versus White..I do not consent in
Ink' to write.)
The wind blows the ashes
Sitting in the apparent Sunshine
I thought I was also getting the moonshine
but I hadn't the last laugh
being critical about my sister
trying to gain my fathers favour
even criticising her for Pink Floyd The Wall
the craziness of it all,
I instinctively knew it had to end
Lets be friends
with our own wooden chapel of love
There's no rainbow being Critical
After listening to Rupert Lowe M P, I do agree
All Migration should be curtailed
Its the far the better
Makes much sense
I would advise a trial
For one year to see.!
("Night Sky Serpent", 2013, original pen and ink)
Into the Great Unknown
In this world of constant sorrow
Is there room for you and me
As the walls close in around us
Is there some place left to be
We had homes so full of love once
Before walls came tumbling down
A safe place to raise our families
Then floods came and made that drown
There’s nothing left to say now, and
Really nothing left to do
With a world gone topsy turvy
Being forced on me and you
In a world that’s lost its balance
Wokeness spreads its wings like fire
Lifting hope and dreams all rainbowed
White bones burn upon its pyre
So, we while away the sunset
Waiting for darkness to fall
Then with ol’ Big Dipper turning
Saddle up and leave it all.
What comes next you ask in wonder
Are we left then each alone
No, we’ll always ride together
Up into the great unknown
(7/5/24)
I am
I am man
I am nature
I am of life and of death,
I am lesser
I am greater
I am of right and of left,
I am mechanical
I am manual
I am technically a wound up mouse,
I am loud
When I am silent
I am inadvertently at fault with doubt,
I the ego, me the person
I the genius, me the fool
I am lost when I am chosen
Found
I am
A part from you.
Wrongthink is any think
You might do on your own,
You know, in the vastness
Of your inner space
As cloud trains drift by
Morphing into shapes
As fanciful as you allow.
Rightthink in contrast
Is mind control from without
With nothing fanciful or free allowed,
Just dogma and doctrine
And all the usual stuff
That makes thinking a chore and bore
Leaving us free to accept
Whatever it is they say we need to know.
Rightthink becomes our think
When we have lost touch
With what it means to be free
‘Cause being free
Means not knowing what might come next
As cloud trains pass
And shapes morph
Outside the boundaries of our mind.
(2/19/24)
Question your beliefs, assumptions too,
Seeking reliable info that's true blue.
Analyze arguments, break them down,
Look for logic, don't let errors abound.
Different views, we're keen to explore,
Understanding others, we adore.
Evidence matters, it holds the key,
Separating fact from fantasy.
Reflect on thoughts, with an open mind,
Admitting when new truths as we find.
Changing perspectives, a better choice,
Letting reason speak with a clear voice.
Critical thinking, our trusted guide,
Lets us make choices, with wisdom beside.
Inquiring minds, we'll always be,
With critical thinking, we'll truly see.
Though it's just a rhyme, it's meant to convey,
The power of critical thinking every day.
So let's nurture these skills, both young and old,
And watch our minds grow, smart and bold.
In Florida's land, a theory brews with strife,
"Critical Race," they claim, shaping endless strife,
But in its clasp, rights of black souls confined,
A divisive force, their spirits maligned.
Equality's dream, it seeks to assail,
Yet fosters discord, fuels an endless trail,
Let unity reign, embrace hearts anew,
For fairness and respect in all we pursue.
In harmony, let's forge a brighter way,
Where the rights of every soul have their brightest day.
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
I felt the pain as the needle went in.
It quickly faded as my journey began.
No one could sense the loss of my senses.
Walking the clouds with feet on the ground.
Time slowed down like babies crawl.
My eyelids carried the full weight of life.
Coursing ever down into the abyss.
The door closed with my final breath.
I am no more!
Critical Creations
David J Walker
All of these eyes
These words
Surfacing for attention
Arriving in Wrhymes of
twos and threes
Arriving with bad baggage in
Sixes and sevens
but no intentions
The no knowing of certain
And uncertain
Definitions
It’s the same for
Every beginning of
Critical creations
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