Ethically

The needs of society determine its ethics. – Maya Angelou

I read this quote online and it got me thinking. What are ethics? My helpful Encarta dictionary defines ethics as a system of moral principles governing the appropriate conduct for a person or group. What the legendary Maya Angelou said is this; what you, me and the world need decides how we behave. No statement has been this right to me in a while.
In the world of work, we find so many companies and executives becoming overly competitive and almost dishonorable. Literally fighting for jobs, going behind company policies and starting company resourced private firms. What do they need? They need to climb up the corporate ladder, they need more clients and ultimately more money hence they have become ruthless, lawless and wicked…very unethical
In the world of education, we see students become so selfish, researching and hiding their findings. Working on projects in secret and refusing to discuss what they have privately learned. Students are finding new ideas and refusing to share them for an even greater perspective. The system is forcing students to be irrationally competitive and self-centered. What do they need? They need to get ahead in class, they need to be 1st or be one of the very few honor students. They need to be feared in class and respected by mates. They need the promised gifts of academic excellence and they need the intellectual popularity hence they have become selfish, greedy, crafty and mean…very unethical
In today’s world of financial recession, we see more robbery in the streets, in the office and elsewhere. The most unsuspecting of characters are becoming so juvenile and unpredictable. There is not much motive for murder except an impediment to one’s acquisition of money and not much reasoning behind the action of theft. What do the people need? Money to eat, to afford a place to sleep, to finance a child’s education, to bail out a buddy, to pay an inflated medical bill or to calm the action of a creditor hence people have become rebellious, angry, violent, dangerous and callous.
So today I ask, must what we need, what we feel we are deprived of, drive us to the lengths of unethical behavior? Must our needs make us less human and more fearful? Must our needs nurture an unsafe world to the point where we ourselves are uncomfortable? What are your needs and what are they making of you?

A New Dawn

Many times I have avoided the inclusion of other styles of writing here
to maintain the flow of poetry, the rhyming of lines and the intensity of reasoning
But today I beg to step out of line, my line.

I have a bit more to say than rhyme,
a bit more to discuss than these old words of mine
so here it is, a series of fine lines, of the truth and reality in my words
i hope you find them more than divine and like a big changing sign.


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Confession: I Write

I’m truly unworthy of this gift
This gift of thought and word, expression and belief
On some days like today, I actually can write
And on other days like yesterday, I’m shrinking behind this flashing pointer
These lines are not planned or deliberately rhythmic
My inner being is in control while the outer woman writes
What it writes, it does not know
The next line may look like quite a show
I’m lost in it and there seems to be no finding me
This is who I am, I accept it. I write.

3 Stooges

Confusion, fear and distraction
Whichever comes first, are sure to be met
To confusion, ignore.
It hates disregard...your calm will drive it away
To fear, laugh.
It gets insecure...it can’t stand your apparent confidence in its presence
To distraction, press pause.
It loses its momentum and by the time you hit play, its own plan will be agitated
And to life, Live! Because it happens just once!

Answers Made Easy

Looking for answers has never and will never be easy
In looking, you may look in every right place
But at all the wrong times
In finding, you may understand most of the answers
But miss the part you need the most
In following, you may know which way to go
But end up going to that right place through the wrong way
Looking for answers has and never will be easy
But in looking, look with your eyes OPEN
In finding, find with your heart RECEPTIVE
And in following, follow with your feet CONFIDENTLY
That’s when it becomes easy.

Still Feels Like Yesterday

In the still of the night, my tears appear
They stream down very slowly and drop heavily
Into what is now a bed of seamless memories
They appear, and then disappear

Every year, I don’t remember. No I don’t
I experience it again in that moment, in that very hour
In that very day, scenes as clear as a movie in HD
Stained in the memory of my heart

My comfort to another is to only be strong and trust HIM
Looking forward and upward always
And though it tarry, to wait for it
But this feeling, it never goes away
Even though these tears appear and disappear.

Broken Inspiration

On some days a writer is inspired to write,
Inspired to write about life, many times about love
Inspired by movies, literature and tales of old
Suddenly the writer is fully equipped with words,
Thoughts and emotions to write...to write well
But there’s that moment of realization,
The moment where the writer snaps back to reality
The reality of this world, this unfair heartless world
He wonders where the love is. Who cares enough to find it?
Or to keep it or to make it work
It starts and is blown away, it grows and is marred in one day
It’s found and slips away just as fast
What is the point of love, the writer wonders
It’s not always fun and when wickedness rains, it pours
It causes the outward to be reclusive,
The outspoken to be silent
The strong to be broken and the
Hopeful to be discouraged.
And then he puts his pen down, uninspired to write.

Another "you"

You’ve got me thinking,
Don’t even know what I’m thinking
You’ve got me falling
So fast the speed is frightening
I’m not sure what all this is
I don’t know what it will eventually be
But i doubt I want it to stop altogether
Suddenly I feel rather vulnerable
I feel weak and defenseless and somewhat restless
Almost out of control of my inner being, somewhat beyond reason
I’m not holding back but I’m tirelessly holding it in
Trying to take it all so slow
Though my soul seems to want it now
I don’t know if it’s my imagination
Or my heart’s true expectation
You’ve got me here, in a very short time
and i can’t wait to see where we go from here