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Moral Constitution Poem
We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego
How then do we look then at the breakers
We look with sad forgiving eyes
We understand why the family is scared to sleep again in there own house
We understand why the victim escapes into opiat related bliss
We understand why they cant go back to yesterdays routine.
When is it that we decide to place the time stamp
Why must it begin then
What if we looked at everything
Why do we value one free will above another
Lets move back and see
Let your forgiving eyes relate and empathize
The brain signalling reflex and pain
receptors act as puppet strings that hopes to move one out of harms way
Move from everything that hurts,
some stronger than others
To isolate a lonely human is only to further the hurt
Hurt very quickly to desperation
Desperation to obedience
Obedience to “conditional acceptance”
Problem Solved
No
Looking head on into your own script is the only way to find your story
Read your story well, don't skip a line
It all comes together,
what led your brain to release those choices?
If you read my book,
word for word
you would get to the same page in the same chapter
your next sentence would be the same
where my choice is simply a result-
A choice to rid the pain
Remove the fear
Lift the prejudice
Do I run or dare I confront
Do I feast or make love
Is my machine well oiled and assembled for the job
Does the neglect of my maintenace not matter
Is my warranty the 12 decedents of men that choose whether I shall be rebuilt
Or is my justice sitting right here in my book.
Is my forgiveness in my manufacturer
or is forgiveness in the pressure that all my parts are constructed to work a certain way
Am I to be assembled in a way that produces the end product wanted
Then why isn't the best engineer on my case
A lawyer to make decisions the law
a captain to navigate a ship
yet an amateur is sent to rebuild what is broken
an amateur assembled us in the first place
The answer is to understand the book
The answer is to understand the amateur
My Justice is the past
My Justice is my past
My Justice is your past
My justice
Our Justice
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Moral Constitution Poem
So Morality is guided by a compass
Who engineers that compass
Does my true north bears south and my east to west
can we see beyond the basic conduction of a decision
as a compass is only as strong as the material it is built with.
Actions are based on philosophies
philosophies dictate principals
A Principals weak point is dogma
A principal is only valid at the time of conception
What factors have changed
What factors have not changed
Why does the love affair between hypocrite and principal melt so deep
Logic is my pathway to righteousness
righteousness and morality should then stand on the same pillar of strenght
Why then are they so far apart
What is this fallacy
To connect the dots of another mans soul
why cant they connect to mine
All I want is a relation
Yet my logic does not convince
Blame goes to the synapse
the pathway created by the mold I was poured into
The hand that was never there.
Creating righteousness that could not be challenged
Where do I go to be to transformed
I am screaming to spill over my mold
Yet limits are dictated
Do i not get a say
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Moral Constitution Poem
Lonely man
Just a lonely man sippin on a can...
Waiting and wondering for a day when he can..
Rest and relax, sit back and retract all the hurt, still in tact from his younger days...
Seems so far away, and those years weigh a ton, and his legs are giving in,
from all of the grief he's running from and he can't help but think that it's too late already..
standing steady isn't working any...
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