The biggest question of our time
Is low vs high trust culture.
Which one do you want to live in
And be part of?
There is a difference you know,
Valid differences based on how people act.
Do you want your neighbors to act with integrity
Or with impunity?
If you say impunity, you don’t even belong
In a first world nation.
Either go back
Or take a visit and don’t come back,
High trust is, as with all trust,
Something earned not given.
(9/14/26)
The Trouble With
'Reading Your Minds'
Is That You're All
Suffering Needlessly...
Suffering Needlessly
****Obligatorily****
And Won’t Admit
You Won’t Take 'NO!'
For An Answer.
But, What Do I Know?
I Can't 'Read Your Minds'
Not Really, You Know...
The Way You Want.
*No Thanks.*
What Cruel Sympathy
Selfishness Is This Then?
To Not Share In
Suffering Needlessly?
*******
It's Not Really That
Kind Of Commitment:
***Communication.***
-Gray Squirrel
04-25-2026
My glass heart is empty
It’s been cracked and filled and cracked and filled.
I know your eyes as I know mine to cry
You beautiful, cracked thing.
It’s been too many years to count and care
Love and memories will carelessly fall from your hair.
“I love you” I wish to say, as you say only to the people around you.
You and I sit side by side,
With carelessly wide careful eyes.
I fight with you almost every night,
But I’m asleep before you can make sure we’re alright.
You and I like making art
Like making mess, and spewing heart.
But vase of dying flowers I’m sad,
This heart of mine can hold no man.
My trust is broken, maybe true
But I still trust my love for you.
Though no response I got from your image. You spoke, I felt “I love you too”
How can we have faith in Trump
and the possibility of his new VP
if he were to become President?
This is really bothering us about
fear and mistrust.
It is becoming a pure case of
politics between Democrats
and Republicans and females
and males.
Trump has gotten away with
a lot of things that he was
not supposed to.
He has become his own fan
club supporting the home
team. When the home team
won everyone was happy and
congratulatory. When the home
team has lost, losers will only be
dissatisfied and skeptical.
We do have a mayoral versus
city manager type of government.
City Manager was designed to
take the place of politics which
a mayor represents.
What Benjamin Franklin said
was when we will have a
democracy keep and maintain
it or will lose it.
Listen to what voters have
to say and react accordingly.
You will win every time.
accordingly.
either maintain and keep it or
will lose it in the dust.
How can we have faith in Trump
and the possibility of his new VP
if he were to become President?
This is really bothering us about
fear and mistrust.
It is becoming a pure case of
politics between Democrats
and Republicans and females
and males.
Trump has gotten away with
a lot of things that he was
not supposed to.
He has become his own fan
club supporting the home
team. When the home team
won everyone was happy and
congratulatory. When the home
team has lost, losers will only be
dissatisfied and skeptical.
We do have a mayoral versus
city manager type of government.
City Manager was designed to
take the place of politics which
a mayor represents.
What Benjamin Franklin said
was when we will have a
democracy keep and maintain
it or will lose it.
Listen to what voters have
to say and react accordingly.
You will win every time.
accordingly.
either maintain and keep it or
will lose it in the dust.
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That kid In my dreams
you took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
A smart young man
As according to his plan
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That picture perfect man
Beautiful wife at my hand
A happy home and some land
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The world's greatest dad
To the beautiful little girl I had
She was my world
My Destiny
You took her from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The me I was truly meant to be
You took that from me
You took that from me
Now as you see
There's nothing left of me
You took all I ever had
And all my dreams are sad
I will never get to be
The man in my dreams
I will never get to feel
The love of what is real
I will never get to know
Just how far life will go
I'll never get to see my destiny
You took that from me
You took that from me
We had a deal
And I cooperated with zeal;
Thinking it was real.
You gave me no dime,
Yet you stole my precious time;
This I read like a rhyme
Or even if you paid me,
That was little, very little;
I could not with it fill my tea kettle.
I gave you trust and loyalty
But you gave me distrust and disloyalty;
My commitment you rewarded out of inequity.
At heart I held you as myself
But you treated me like your chef
Meats stewed in a greedy pot while you did jeff.
Why then did we have the deal,
When to have everything is your meal,
That I struggle today because of your selfish will?
Disappointed!
I wish to be anointed
To discern deals flouted.
Silence so dense it can be felt.
Shatter! Sudden devastation
Sprawled across a cement floor.
Sound reverberating seemingly forever.
Serene peace severed by
Selfish intention.
That's how it feels.
Chanté Walker
January 18, 2024
Sometimes
They stand out
Across her arms.
Thin white lines along the skin.
Left by the broken version
Of the girl you see now.
On those days,
She worries they'll see
The truth behind her past.
How she broke
Beneath every crumble;
See her strength is a lie.
She'll stare at the scars
And wonder
What made her do it?
Ask herself if it was worth it.
Scars are pretty battle wounds,
But these?
They're a feud with herself.
Is that really a battle wound
She wants to show the world?
That while others fought giants
She was fighting herself?
When will I learn not to trust anybody
and not change my kindness too quickly?
Will I turn my cheek
to the one who's in urgent need,
who trembles and who is weak?
Hunger makes all plead!
Help me, God...
being cruel is hard,
being kind is easy;
help me, God...
the beggar stretches his hand,
he asks for food and mercy!
When will we put an end to pain,
break down the barriers of old;
do the hungry seek only love?
Wars are fought for pride and gain,
young soldiers are sent to die in the battlefield alone:
staring at a black sky that hides the face of our God;
and still leaders will go to church to mock our Lord!
Help me, God...
there are only a few who truly care,
who can heal the wounds of the hurt;
help me, God...
send out the brave ones who dare,
who are courageous enough to fight!
When I am alone with you-
I am trapped in the cycle of being tricked and betrayed.
When I am surrounded by others-
I am trapped in the cycle of fighting back, numbly.
My only strength right now-
Is distrust.
Therapy is the only way forward.
Therapy that I am afraid will corrupt my mind.
Because I am on a glorious path to my fate.
And before my fate comes, I must be whole.
Therapy will cause my scars to crack-
And break me into pieces.
There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved ,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness and betrayal.
That feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty ,
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief ,
A society with patriarchy and misogyny ;
Are so selfish & yet so hopeless .
Excruciating story of millions ,
Abandoned by their families ,
And yet finding light in the darkness ;
Looking for a Messiah , to bless them .
That incongruous feeling will never die ,
It will remain buried under the deep core of the heart .
...The trials of long centuries
are a form of Darwin, you see,
beating good ideas into shape,
until they serve society.
One mere idea one person has,
is rarely ever up to the task,
what works is what ideas survive,
that’s not something you can learn fast.
Does this mean we throw out the new,
and discourage all who explore?
Or course not, that one good idea
in the bunch will open new doors.
But it does mean that we all should
be wary when a person claims
that what they think will change the world,
odds are time will prove them insane.
But given time the good ideas,
the ones that really will help us,
will keep popping up to prove themselves,
bringing more benefit than loss.
Our doubt drowns out the bad ideas,
but is helpless against the good,
what works remains, what doesn’t falls,
and we just roll on as we should.
The force of desire
stalks the very boundary
of my confidence.
In simple wanting
do I trespass on taboo?
How will I then learn?
Even in fantasy
my corrosive self-distrust
twists erotic vision.
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