morality
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Driven by the moon
Though I'm sustained by the sun
I find some refuge in believing
God will hold me when I'm done
They are always there
Even when i can't see them
I can sense them.
Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience
Venom seeping from their lips
I imagine that a score ago I wouldn’t have been alive
And I have no recollection of what that life was like
Was I just nothingness waiting for the right time?
Probably.
Louse is a rather ancient-sounding word
of some superiority, if you'd like to insult
humanity, or one particular subset of it,
gloating at your supposed morality--
at their lesser qualities-- without fear of
to anyone with an opinion:
ignoring the reality of a situation
in favor of the "morality" of a situation
is, at best,
unwise
I was driving round yesterday just after four
Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor
I followed that blind man all around town
Game rules.
I do gaming.
I play video games
Without cheating in any way.
Game rules.
There are people in the world who commit good deeds.
Yet have other deeds equivalent to garden weeds.
There are those whose deeds gave them detention, jail, and death.
But can be a delight like an infant's first breath.
Binary.
Ones and zeros.
Female and male.
Homosexual and heterosexual.
Black and white.
Right and wrong.
Your world is small when you cut out infinity.
Look to the line of morality.
Your mentality, lost from actuality
Where my red hand stands in a land you don’t understand
And you try to reprimand me? Listen, I demand!
Perhaps I am reticent, hesitant
The eagle flutters prouder than ever,
His glorious screech duetting with snorts.
A noble past, he muddies and severs
He feats and gorges ‒ a chicken of sorts.
Decisions shape and change the way we grow,
But are the decisions we make truly ours?
Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us.
Perhaps a construct such as morality,
A strong, shimmering light with a bit of darkness
appears through the slit opening of the door.
A knot builds up through my stomach; curious
about whats on the other side. Will I stay outside
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
Why do they make it so difficult,
for me to say what I want, and what I believe in.
There is this social etiquette, but I'm not getting it,
Never really fit in.
You were right,
In the world's eye
Sitting at the height
until you die.
See livin' breathin' ain't that simple,
Nothing like a clanging symbol.
You got to make a choice,
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled.
The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue,
Employs emotion, though no form is curled.
On flesh, a chain of plugs will here subdue.
Dust fills the sky of the blood red dying day,
Debris like swirling snowflakes fall.
The great society dies from quiet catastrophe
The gusts of wind remove its essence.
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
I want for you to tell Christ
That his quick glass is almost up
And the moon’s light
Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners
Residing idly in the room
Where the devious shadows lay
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy
Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe
Maybe I'm loosing my mind
I haven't been feeling right lately
Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
Snickety diddle I am I am I am the devil
I dig ditch-deep drilling holes in souls
They say I'm sour but this simply isn't true
I'm sweeter than sugar from the cane
I plant cavities in their hearts
Why do people need
The presence of a god
To do what's right?
Why can't they do
The right thing
Just for the sake of being good?
Is someone really good
If they only do good things
“Everything that needs to be done
Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,”
I say.
I start my day
Reminding myself that the only way to live
Is to give everything I have
Everything I can
Have you ever,
Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work.
Taken a step back,
For the appreciation of the piers.
For a wider look on the world,
A look that digs underneath false notifications.
The Sun sets every noon at twelve o’clock in June.
Square shell feathers chirping in their square straw nests,
Hung in the middle of a tree,
Whose grown in line like army rows, missing leaves.
The man is a rogue.
A gambler and a lover.
We lay intertwined,
Spent after a moment of passion.
‘Remember,’ he says quietly,
Tousling my hair with his fingers.
The ring on his left hand
Every dog will have his day
At least that is what they say
But this often isn't true
Those most deserving are neglected what they are due
No good deed goes unrewarded
The ground beneath my feet
Tremors with Soul and rational
Choking forth a dissonant harmony
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
I've lost my taste for life
The bitter flavors numbed my tongue
Through prolonged exposure
The stench of moral decay
Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent
I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
I want to live!
Live without the suppression of who I am.
Live without the regret of what I should be.
Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion.
Have a ritual of union
Without my freedom denounced
I want to live!
Live without the suppression of who I am.
Live without the regret of what I should be.
Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion.
Have a ritual of union
Without my freedom denounced
