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A More Ethical Workplace?

Human Resource Empowerment

My boss tells me to lie to my clients sometimes.
Faking it ‘til I make it is not quite my way.
Yet that’s what is expected of me at my work.
It’s as if when truth is spoken, folks go berserk.
Companies and their values can lead folks astray
Of their moral makeup due to innocent crimes.

People do things to others that aren’t very nice
Just because they can do them with no consequence
That’s substantial enough to encourage a change
In aberrant behavior. And it isn’t strange
That in lieu of a conscience, the uncommon sense
Is to sell one’s humanity at the best price.

Mothers lie to their young children, and that is fine.
Any act done in pure love is always ok.
If a gunman would ask me where people are hid
I would lie to deter him. My heart would forbid
Giving him the advantage. It isn’t my way.
My own spirit will tell me when I’ve crossed the line.

Life is not based on morals but humanity.
Morals change with the ages, and peoples, and lands…
But the pure human heart knows what is right from wrong.
Moral compasses are built but are not so strong
When selfish ego motives outweigh the demands
Of the earth and the whole human society.

Do I Really Exist?

Questioning Consciousness

Can I transform myself? Can I make myself sane…
Or more loving or unselfish? Is that my wish?
It would seem necessary to be these fine ways
If I am to be nurtured by other folks’ praise.
When I feel I can’t do it, I’m rather sluggish
In pursuit of direction, so I act in vain.

So much says I can’t do it, but I say I can.
Gravity is an odd consequence of time/space.
This aspect makes it seem alien of nature
But indeed how can that be? Earth can but assure
That itself and I are one. I fully embrace
What this is that I’m part of as one humbled man.

Within time and space equal, all that I can do
Can’t be done because I don’t exist in that way –
An ego-separated personality.
An idea based on a fake feeling of me
Is what passes for presence each and every day.
Putting things right is futile in absence of clue.

Things exist that I can and cannot do. That’s fine.
I would pay due respect, here, knowing I’ve no choice.
All that goes on of itself is all part of me…
Which includes all of this earth most naturally.
It and I are a mutually passive voice
With no message specific. Such Being Is Mine.

Invictus

The Invincible One

The dark night of the soul of all humanity
Blankets me in a blackness, the darkest I’ve known
Since the virus of racism caught humankind
In the hell made a battlefield of the sick mind.
Nonetheless I am thankful that I’m not alone.
By divinity power is given to me.

I remember past challenges. I was constrained
Yet I showed no discomfort nor did I complain.
Beaten brutally by unyielding circumstance,
I am given much more than a black snowball’s chance
To rise up like the phoenix with heaven to gain.
Looking on toward the future, my pride is maintained.

Though the challenge seem futile as death changes ways
It can have its way with us, sincere is my hope
That the same God who strengthens me will help me do
Everything in our powers to rightly subdue
The dark shadow that threatens all. On the tightrope
In a serious circus, I want for no praise.

Matters not does it how dark night gets before dawn.
Fully am I prepared, for robust is my will
Through incurred purgatories. I am the master
Of my fate and the captain (as I’d most prefer
It be always) of my soul and its expert skill.
United we combat illness until it’s gone.

Heritage

The Origin Of All

Before chicken or egg comes the mindset in which
Human nature takes on a grotesque atmosphere.
Tribes among us belonging to no other tribe
But their own feel that they own their negative vibe
That the healthy pick up on. To what they adhere
Is not worthy of mention. It makes the heart twitch.

 Groups of boys are the threat now – as proud as can be…
But of what? Their pure whiteness? Or is it their youth?
Adolescent behavior among grown adults
Was allowed to run rampant with deadly results.
Their gender and stupidity keep them uncouth.
Other groups of color protest violence free.

Still the binary treatment remains in the craw
Of we who were called ‘colored’ way back in the day.
One could say it’s a cancer in our human race
But whatever its name, as a race, we must face
Or be doomed to destruction the proud infants’ way.
It’s not all a surprise that they’re friends with the law.

Heritage is tradition – something handed down
To future generations. All forefathers now
Look upon us from spirit and do not condone
‘Prideful’ acts of their offspring through which it is shown
That their pride, ego based, is perverted somehow.
We’re one part of creation, but we’re not the crown!

Pugnacity Of Spirit

Emotional Intensity

I speak much of intensity. I could blame that
On my Mars squaring Pluto, but that would be lame
Even though it’s as true as the stars in the sky.
Everyone gets emotional. None can deny
That defending one’s ego cannot cause one blame.
I’ll speak up for myself at the drop of a hat.

Mars now transits my third house. Communicating
Is a passionate issue. I’ll have much to say,
And much with affirmation of what I observe.
Who gives me the damned right and indeed quite the nerve
To present to the world in this pugnacious way?
If there is such an answer, what growth that would bring!

By nature I’m defensive. This world is no joke.
It may be the original sin of my fear
That I share with humanity. We are the same.
Do I fear my own species? If so, who’s to blame?
If I gave up the battle, what outlook austere
Might pretend to befall me? The thought does provoke.

I do get what I need – not always what I crave
And the thing that I offer back in simple grace
Is the force of my presence. Though I’m old and frail
I’ve a tough fighting spirit that can’t but prevail.
If I do feel the need to get in someone’s face
I can do that remotely. That way, I’ll behave.

The Charmer

Graceful Command And Control

Pre-perceiving her nature, the beast, made aware
Of a comforting spirit, will flow to her lead.
For within the reflection two souls intertwine.
Consciousness is of caring wherein love will shine.
In the heat of compassion both spirits are freed
From the will to be separate and not a pair.

Gracefulness is The Charmer. Her delicate touch
Is the essence of masterful feminine reign.
Mighty forces are tamed not by brutal control
But by interconnection achieved through each soul.
What it takes is a Charmer to win a campaign
Not a white male Russianlican. We’ve had too much!

Can we stand resolution of our lethal flaws?
That will take much evolving. Perhaps centuries
Will have passed before humans have learned how to love
On a wide enough scale that no one is above
Any other. Until such time, honor’s trustees,
In the form of fine women, shall tame that which was.