Who am I to judge the way you act
The choices you make with no regard
The message it sends to the world around
Who am I to judge that sound
Who am I to dictate what’s right
Like opinions written for a fight
The answers to life are never clear
Who am I to judge what you hear
Who am I to pass on your creed
The standards you live and the way you succeed
The path you take along this ride
Who am I to judge that side
Who am I to say this or that
The truth that we’re searching, the choice we must make
The life that’s been handed in front of our eye’s
Who am I to judge the prize?
Tag: Consequences
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The Weight of Responsibility
In this world, one person, indeed,
Can hold the key to gain or loss, to succeed.
Their words, their actions, big or small,
Can lift us up, or make us fall.A teacher’s guidance, wise and kind,
Can open minds and hearts, we find.
A friend’s support, a lover’s care,
Can give us strength beyond compare.But words can wound, and deeds can harm,
And leave us scarred and filled with alarm.
A bully’s taunts, a tyrant’s reign,
Can leave us broken, filled with pain.So let us choose our words with care,
And let our actions be fair.
For each of us has the power to bless,
Or cause another’s deep distress.In this world, one person, indeed,
Can hold the key to gain or loss, to succeed.
So let us use our gifts with grace,
To build each other up, and light the way.
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The Cost of Relief
Choices made to get rid of the pain,
May come at a cost that’s hard to explain.
The quick fix, the easy way out,
May lead to regret, and eternal doubt.The bottle, the needle, the pill,
May offer escape, but never fulfill.
A temporary relief, a fleeting high,
Leads to addiction, and a never-ending lie.The cost of relief, often too steep,
Leaves one trapped in a cycle, unable to leap.
To a life that’s free, that’s pure and whole,
A life that’s worth living, with a fulfilling role.So choose wisely, and think it through,
The cost of relief, may not be worth the view.
The pain may linger, but it can be overcome,
With strength and courage, a new life can be won.
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Visceral Discomfort
Visceral Discomfort
I feel a knot in my stomach
As I face the unpleasant truth
The reality is harsh and bitter
And I can’t swallow it smoothI feel a pain in my chest
As I deal with the heavy guilt
The consequences are dire and lasting
And I can’t mend what I’ve spiltI feel a throb in my head
As I cope with the constant stress
The pressure is overwhelming and crushing
And I can’t find any restI feel a visceral discomfort
As I live with the dark regret
The past is haunting and taunting
And I can’t ever forget
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A Warning
A warning
A warning, oh how ominous,
Offering up advice so preposterous.
Observe with delight, as I ignore with glee,
Only to later regret, the foolishness in me.Obnoxious and overbearing, the warning’s sound,
Offering up tales of woe, that I’ll surely drown.
Oftentimes I find, that the warning’s a bore,
Only to later discover, that I should’ve listened more.Obtuse and outdated, the warning may seem,
Only to later realize, that it was a dream.
Oh how I wish, I had listened with care,
For now I’m left, with nothing but despair.
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My Lips Are Sealed
My Lips Are Sealed
My lips are sealed, I cannot speak,
My secrets I must keep,
For if I were to let them out,
The consequences would be deep.The weight of all my hidden thoughts,
Is heavy on my chest,
But I must bear it silently,
And hope that I can rest.For there are things that cannot be said,
And truths that must remain,
Locked inside the heart and mind,
Until the end of days.So though it may be difficult,
To keep my lips shut tight,
I know that in the end,
It’s for the greater good and right.
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Smoke in Our Lungs
Smoke in Our Lungs
Smoke in our lungs, we breathe it in,
A cloud of ash that we cannot win,
It clings to us like a second skin,
A reminder of where we’ve been.We try to shake it, we try to hide,
But the smoke in our lungs won’t subside.
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Burning Bridges
Burning Bridges
Burning bridges, a destructive act,
That leaves no way back from the impact,
It’s a finality that’s hard to ignore,
As all that’s left is an open door.It severs ties and breaks all bonds,
Leaving only regret and broken beyond,
A choice that’s made with a heavy heart,
And a price that’s paid right from the start.
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The Shadow of Wrath
The Shadow of Wrath
The shadow of wrath, a looming fear,
That clouds the mind and draws near,
It whispers of vengeance and bitter spite,
And fills the heart with a sense of blight.It’s a darkness that’s hard to shake,
A temptation that’s hard to break,
For wrath begets wrath, hate begets hate,
And the shadow lingers, a constant weight.
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The Cost of Anger
The Cost of Anger
The cost of anger is never small,
It chips away at relationships and breaks them all,
It leaves a trail of bitterness and hate,
And a scar that’s hard to mitigate.It’s a debt that’s hard to pay,
A price that’s high in every way,
For anger begets anger, hate begets hate,
And the cost of it all may be too late.
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The Cost of Progress
The Cost of Progress
A world that’s moving at a breakneck pace,
Innovations and advancements taking place,
New heights of progress we daily see,
But what is the cost that comes to be?Forests felled, oceans choked with debris,
Pollution, climate change, and loss of biodiversity,
The price of progress is steep indeed,
And demands a reckoning, we cannot concede.
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Chaos Confounds
Chaos Confounds
Chaos confounds and complicates
Clouding our judgment, creating debates
Conundrums, complications, cognitive strain
Contorted thoughts, confusion’s baneCluttered minds, chaos reigning
Choices made, confusion sustaining
Crisscrossed conclusions, concepts collide
Conclusions clouded, consequences to abideCacophony of contradictions, chaotic sound
Conundrums, crossroads, confusion’s crown
Contemplations conflicting, chaos in control
Clinging to clarity, confusion’s tollConfusion’s chaos, crisis of thought
Clawing for clarity, confusion fought
Calmness conquered, clarity in sight
Chaos confounds, but clarity’s light.
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The Secret Keeper #Story
The Secret Keeper
Lila was always known as the secret keeper. Her friends and family trusted her implicitly, knowing she would never share their secrets with anyone else. It was a heavy burden to bear at times, but Lila never complained. She took pride in being someone others could confide in.
But one day, Lila found herself keeping a secret that she didn’t know if she could bear. Her best friend had confided in her that she was having an affair with a married man. Lila was torn between her loyalty to her friend and her own moral compass. She knew the right thing to do was to tell her friend to end the affair, but she didn’t want to betray her trust.
In the end, Lila decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her friend. She gently but firmly encouraged her to end the affair and consider the consequences of her actions. Her friend was hurt and angry at first, but eventually came to appreciate Lila’s honesty and support.
Lila learned that being the secret keeper was not always easy, but it was a responsibility that required integrity and honesty. She continued to be the one her loved ones could trust, even when it was difficult.
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