The True News Source

Where do I get my news?
The BBC mostly,
I cycle through all of the world sections,
From Asia to Mid East,

Africa, Americas, Australia,
That last one shouldn't be,
Hold on, it shouldn't be a section of its own,
I don't mean it shouldn't be a country,

Or a continent, let's not get off track,
I check out Bad Faith, too,
Sometimes I'll jump to Fox or Aljazeera
To get a different view,

But, they're the same,
What I mean's, they just wave,
At the same void that we all dance around,
Because the truth's not something one can say.

The Real Conspiracy

Even before Covid,
The world was melting down,
I don't know what a conspiracy is,
But timing is profound,

Climate took a backseat for two years,
Really, at the nexus,
I remember thinking in naught eighteen,
Right now, there should be no other focus,

Well, sure, there were more immediate threats,
To others, like famine,
Local's what concerns, and my biggest threat,
Was oil industry's sins,

Now they're forgot,
With the Inflation Act,
I won't get into that conspiracy,
There sure is not enough room here for that.

Climate Crisis Intro

Said lots about climate,
I'm not the only one,
Thankfully, where I live is not hard hit,
Unlike other nations,

But Canada's honeymoon will be short,
Maybe before the droughts,
We laud our friendship with America,
But our wealth of water puts that at risk,

Not to mention that global climate woes,
Destroys economies,
Just like the internet connects us all,
It's an analogy,

I know, I know,
I've said naught new,
The fact is it has all been said before,
Next time I will purport different views.

Substack Intro

What I know's limited,
By what I've on my lap,
Connected to the worldwide internet,
Filtered by many caps,

First by my status in society,
Not high, but sadly high,
Born in a country, relatively free,
Privileged, for now, being born a white guy,

Plus the internet's fallen short of goals,
Like being truly free,
For how can you know what is really true,
With no reality?

But what I know's,
Opinion's never wrong,
If used as an investigative tool,
To figure out how to all get along.

The Range

Life has its ups and downs,
Would most people say that?
It's sure that if you have all that you need,
That's going to be fact,

Humans can do a lot animals can't,
Staying happy's not one,
Not that I'm an expert on earthling minds,
But people are good at self-destruction,

I susptect, too, that if you're destitute,
Had no luck or prospects,
Held down from birth by money and by caste,
You've smiled despite the hex.

So, why is that,
Assuming that I'm right?
What's wrong with feeling happy all the time,
And why find light within the darkest night?

To Write

This is just for writing,
Like many writers say,
To write you must write and make sure you write,
Every single day,

It doesn't matter what you write at all,
Just that you write at all,
Though it's your right to write what you want to,
You might write what is called exceptional,

That is if you feel writing is a rite,
I had to fit that in,
To write should have a religious aspect,
Outside of ambition,

So I've written,
Now there's no more to do,
Until I realize I haven't written,
The last thought I didn't write down for you.

Trite Life

What is really different,
From your day yesterday,
That your perspective on life has reversed,
From hopeful to dismay?

There are infinite factors in your life,
Within its unity,
Making any one by comparison,
Ineligible for priority.

What a load of crap, I hear you saying,
That is bad math gone wrong,
Tell that to my overdrawn bank account,
It sings a mismatched song.

Maybe you're right,
Wait, what just happened here,
Shows how we're at the whim of destiny,
Or whatever you call life's sudden veers.

The Way to Think

There is an attitude,
Experienced before,
A naïve feeling of optimism,
While nothing is in store,

You could liken it to the Tarot's Fool,
Or Kierkegaard's Faith Knight,
A self-awareness that nothing's deserved,
But somehow knowing each step taken's right,

Let's not get caught up in definitions,
Mystic or Danish fans,
The point is within the moments lived thus,
Your life feels happenstance,

Well, not just feels,
In my experience,
The greatest chance of opportunity
Is generated by this mental stance.

Morning Time in the Laurentians

The air's cold on my skin,
The sun is shining bright,
The shimmer on the water may be bugs,
Or a summer breeze, light,

The sough through the trees is releasing rain,
Having fell yesterday,
I can't decifer whose bird call is whose,
Nor how my future debts will all be paid,

The journey ahead is long and winding,
Gravel will shoot from tires,
To buy a coffee made by steady hands,
Available for hire,

But otherwise,
Who knows what they would do,
Assuming society cared for them,
So survival was not a concern, too.

Getting Better

I found myself someplace,
I don't want to admit,
For years where I was not allowed to strive,
Or did not even fit,

While I was convinced it was all on me,
If I could figure out,
What it was that I kept on doing wrong,
Putting my own abilities in doubt,

Until it all culminated one day,
Into a perfect storm,
I realized I would not get what I want,
Which had become the norm,

But I'm not mad,
I don't blame anyone,
I've come out stronger and more sure of things,
I chack it up to my evolution.

This Is Not A Dream

Ever have a good dream,
Where there's lots of people,
You're happy and you really don't know why,
So much you can't keep still,

Then you realize that you are in a dream,
Which makes you happier,
You fly around the room because you can,
For you're completely void of any fear,

Then you wake up remembering it all,
Knowing it meant something,
Like it's saying you are on the right track,
Both in life and thinking?

What, you haven't?
Then let me tell you how,
All that is keeping you from that feeling,
Is not having read this Wath until now.

Day On The Lake

I saw my first beaver,
Break the surface of glass,
My movements so slow, like I wasn't there,
It continued to pass,

Then clusters of bugs shimmered on it, too,
As I glided through them,
Collections of pixels ne'er to return,
In exactly that configuration,

I immersed myself as deep as I could,
Silk soft tendrils touched feet,
Nothing to save me should they choose to grasp,
I'd not call that defeat,

P'haps surrender,
To what I'm already,
If the universe fell in on itself,
Would you call that some kind of victory?

Other Things

That it has been a while,
Since a post's come up here,
Is not a sign of productivity,
But of location, dear,

P'haps the tagline should have a caveat,
That life exists elsewhere,
No just the ones and ohs that make this screen,
But what some people may still call out there,

Where one's life intersects with just a few,
Not with no one, like this,
The breeding ground for possible content,
Most of which you will miss,

'Cause it's not here,
Much of it's not written,
Also, many Waths exist not here, too,
Sorry if you thought this was my mission.

Tragic Time

TIme has gone so slowly,
And yet, it's gone so fast,
The wait for tomorrow is torturous,
I've lost grasp of the past,

I cry for each moment for it is gone,
One step closer to death,
But first I must endure this loneliness,
That promises respite I never get,

Amidst this all are those that mill around,
Winning and losing, too,
Ecstatic faces that will learn time's wrath,
Then turn dark shades of blue.

It's not all bad,
It's not all good, either,
There is no difference between two moments,
We make them so to create a future.

Successful Fear

It's hard not to wonder,
Well, I better not say,
Who knows the eyes that will be reading this,
My mind's already stayed,

This has beeb the struggle since I was young,
As long as I'm alone,
The thoughts will flow like a running river,
Then sense an audience, it's blocked by stones,

Sometimes I think it is the universe,
That knows best what I need,
Just enough friends and cash to get me through,
That's what being rich means.

Yet there's a trade,
There is no loss to fear,
But you must keep faith that all will turn right,
And that when you speak nobody will hear.

World Truth 1

The sun's shining on me,
Thank goodness for the clouds,
Small mercies in this age of climate change,
Are all that are allowed,

I'm not even in the depths of the hell,
Many people are in,
Japan, India, Australia, Utah,
Are just a few living in an oven,

Then there are drought-ridden wastelands about,
Too many to name here,
Tornados, hurricanes, floods, you name it,
It's not too wild to fear,

And we're in it,
Well, we're far from the cap,
Woe our children and those that come after,
If the human race gets as far as that.

No Answer

It's really happening,
Though you do not know what,
A slow burn to something incredible,
If you don't fuck it up,

One mis-step will lead you down the wrong path,
If you've not already,
Without omnipotent vision of it,
The only proof will exist when you die,

Make no mistake that it was possible,
There's many examples,
Both of unbelievable success,
And destructive stumbles,

Which will be you?
Traverse the middle road?
You'll never know which step will take you there,
For the road to success is never showed.

Don't Speak Your Mind

I'm not going to say,
What's really on my mind,
Thoughts are so removed from reality,
They are not even mine,

They are like a playground in a school yard,
You've heard what goes on there,
Meanness and absurdity at recess,
Morbid acts at night one would not dare,

But run those thoughts to the physical realm,
Filtered by your organs,
They have the chance at being translated,
So they do not offend.

Are they the same?
You don't want them to be,
You want the best of you to be expressed,
And hope the worst stays deep in your psyche.

Start to Die

On the cusp of the ring,
We're safe from the death heat,
Where they thought things would be safe from melting,
As they relished their feats,

The irony combusted as they built,
Now we all pay the price,
Us, amidst gails that pull down massive trees,
While we take shelter from golf balls of ice,

There was a time when time appeared so slow,
Geological age,
But what's passed is no proof of what's to come,
Ask anyone that's caged,

Is this too dire?
There's been crises before
We've e'er seemed to dodge, though with casualties,
Maybe there are no chances anymore.

Dizzy

No one loves everyone,
No matter what they say,
Everyone has at least someone in life,
Who's not their fan, today,

Who might change their mind soon, but not before,
They're replaced by someone,
Even the most loved person in this life,
Is some individual's non-person,

For how else do you think we've got so far,
With cars, phones, and climate?
If humans shared no animosity,
We'd be done with all that,

So, viva hate!
Let's sing it to the sky,
At least where we think that it is hiding,
Past the smog, smoke, and mushroom clouds so high.