God will not sidle alongside an idol
Or will He sidle with the idle
God will not hang with the tongue harangue
Or listen to this world's slang
God will not accept a wrong Weltanschauung
God will suffer long, His judgements He won't prolong
God became a Child for those beguiled
God became The Tamer of those gone wild
God accepts no treason, only proper reason
God is the Reason for reason
God is The Word, there's no atheist's redaction
(Remember that you can't burn an abstraction)
God will oust any verbal joust
God has defeated Faust
God gives us a right to defend
The right that bare arms extend
Love to God Who is Your Neighbor
By extending love to your earthly neighbor
God is our Bower
God to the Third Power
God The Trinitarian Tower
Amen
A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind
Redaction of treasury note
Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation
They split the land, but not the pulse.
Roots remember what maps forget.
Every severed line still hums
with breath, with blood, with return.
They drew the map with ash and absence—
not to guide, but to erase.
Districts split like broken ribs,
each line a scalpel,
each vote a ghost.
We watched the ink dry on democracy’s skin,
while they called it strategy.
But we know the truth:
this is not representation.
It is redaction.
They called it strategy,
but we saw the autopsy.
Each district dissected,
each breath rerouted.
We do not consent to silence.
We are the roots beneath the fracture,
the pulse that refuses to be redacted.
We rise, not from permission—
but from memory.
Crowdy street at cloudy day
Smiling solitudes in motion
Can’t discern a word they say
It’s the roar of the ocean
Waves and splashes that repeat
Their eternal symphony
Mute the sounds of the street
Where I’m happening to be
Someone’s left a printed text
On the bench, in this wet weather
I can’t tell what’s coming next
Sheets are damp, they stuck together
Saddest clowns steal my time
Why that famous bell can’t toll
I would love to hear its chime
Just before I get too old
I won’t get asleep again
When its time to say my part
Never cared about the rain
All my words I know by heart
It can be another version
Just a bit supplied redaction
But I guarantee the ocean
And some solitudes in action.
Fake the caress of a loving hand
Felt the pain of lust on demand
Fingertips touch much more than skin
Awaken thoughts purely filled with sin
Love no longer is an action
Words committed too soon after redaction
Tainted by deceitful ball&chain true interaction
Overhauled hype in our eyes distraction
Endless display of desire on screen never one main attraction
Too little hope in our hearts satisfaction
Getting ahead by thumbs likes and
reactions
Never living up to high Def photo shop
Only to let ur self-esteem drop
Hard to believe any real emotion
When one click causes a derail from devotion
Forever Young
David J Walker
No
I should have said
I knew you when we
Were both brand new
And we knew
nothing of life
And not a single thing
of each other
Except the unquestioned attraction
And the sad redaction
of the entanglement we thought of
as love
And what I know is
the resolution stands
fast in the past
and cannot be
undone
locked in the lockets hung
round our necks
like cherished millstones
made into clocks
I know you from another
Place and time
When I was yours
And you were mine
Another century
another millennium
Where
We will both be
Forever young
There is a time and place for action
Which should feed into interaction
But that can be betrayed by blind reaction
Ending up with governmental redaction
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