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Judge, Jury, and Executioner
by Fred Pifer.
I live in a fragile world of colorful blown glass.
Instead of simply seeing the beauty of this artwork,
I am its critic, judging to see if it meets my standards.
I look to see if the criteria I placed on it are fully met.
Without me judging the entrance of the halls of my mind,
No telling what junk will enter and begin to flourish.
I am the guardian of my own mind, it is my life;
I am the judge, jury, and executioner.
I have no patience with these mischievous wild thoughts.
They are the destruction of the peace that I am building within,
For it is the uncontrolled that must be tamed or destroyed.
My power and authority over my own mind is complete.
I am the god of my interior domain; I decide, I rule, I control.
No stray thoughts that are different will be allowed to exist.
I am the guardian of my own mind, it is my life;
I am the judge, jury, and executioner.
I maintain my watch upon the entrance of my mind.
No uncontrolled thought will I allow to go unchecked.
I have already decided which can survive;
As nothing unique, fresh, or new; these are each untested.
I am the Fred that I have created in the storyboard of my life.
Nothing outside of this will I allow to live, nothing at all.
I am the guardian of my own mind, it is my life;
I am the judge, jury, and executioner.
I have become a shadow puppet that my ego created.
Depth and reality have been destroyed by this process.
All bases have been covered as no unknowns are permitted.
Who have I now become, living within this prison of my creation.
I am the guardian of my own mind, it's my life;
I am the judge, jury, and executioner.
26Feb08
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