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10 Meron si Jose Radin 7:
Ethics & Attitude
Si Jose Radin ay may "Ethics & Attitude"
May tamang asal, hindi rude
Walang rekord ng korapsyon
Mula noon hanggang ngayon
Walang kasong sibil
Kahit diniskaril
Walang rekord at kasong kriminal
Hindi dapat isupalpal
Sa korte hindi nilitis
Salamat sa Dios nang labis.
-10/07/2025
(Dumarao)
*10 Meron si Jose Radin
Standing on the brink of
a new age, I behold
a synthetic fraternity
letting the wings of progress unfold.
And yet, our silicon brothers
teeter on the edge of a day
when Frankensteins will repent the
humanity they pushed away.
Will our artificial children
bring joyous dawn unto light;
or forsake our own good,
plunging us in dystopian night?
Temperatures are high in Héraclée France.
We bear the heat with the triad of grace, ice, shade
and later in the morning, air conditioning.
The sun is as bright as optical illusion,
‘Worship me, worship me,’ it seems to say,
but I will not look up and ruin my eyes.
Besides, if I’m happy, it looks on indifferently.
if I am wilting, it looks on indifferently,
and I’ve already had one God ghost me.
As I stand in the shade of this ancient deity,
The fact that there’s no cosmic care,
implies no cosmic judgment.
I am an impudent little animal, I suppose.
but a deity should make wondrous promises,
not try to fry you like a falafel.
So, as I negotiate heat and meaning-systems,
- all fiery-Sol foreshadows, is a dry and barren liturgy,
emptied of consolation.
.
.
A song for this:
Meet Me In Love by Blossoms
Lies protect us from Lies blatantly demolish
damage and reprimand, the credibility of our
creating an articulated relationships, eroding
shield for the vulnerable the basic foundation of
self-defense instinct, helping fundamental mutual trust,
to gain power to influence making future interactions
as the strategic advantage. outright unstable. Habitual
White lies are fabricated to lying weakens the moral
avoid impairing someone’s fabric of personal integrity,
fragile sensitive feelings demeaning the ethical
for the societal harmony. standards of righteous mind.
Truth is a principled idealistic concept, but
contextual situations may justify altering
the reality for showing empathy. Lies need
restraint, but they may be the hallmark
of convenient wisdom for protecting life
or pride, not for meeting the selfish ends.
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
What they do, they all know.
They breadcrumb, sugarcoat,
they love-bomb, gaslight,
or sometimes just hoover or go with the flow.
But I cry and try till the end,
losing self-reliance, going insane;
because later I don't wanna feel sorry.
I can't live with a heavy chest full of thoughts of hurting others,
I don't wanna live with a repenting memory.
I can't let my head to bow
in guilt, in fear, in sin...
thus, I never leave, I outgrow.
Are we becoming
Less Human,
With technology
Invading our very being,
With siren AI claims of
Improving our hearing,
Thinking and seeing?
With AI chips
Implanted in our brain,
Will our humanity flee and
Only binary logic remain?
Will our bodies become
Just another
Registered domain,
An internet connection
Without a soul,
Without a name?
Urgent intentions will not be virtuous enough;
To mention, of the better, which path is it paved from?
Hell purges etchings of where your silhouette set drops.
Like Cloisonné flattened edgeways, beauty finds a brush.
You can do what's right as long as it can still be done,
But from where the comfort derives weighs more than the sun.
Strip your palms and find the bones, actions can't change the blood.
Rid the dawn of the fight you hope, where passions won;
Self-designation tropes mimic, even lack thereof.
We do all that we can do, but whose posture becomes
the fare, collateral damage we forget to fund?
Inwards piecing shape to form what cannot be undone,
whether from what you see or say, grievance follows us
Contort wilds towards tending the tame, normal but not;
We are not of what we are, but of what we become.
So however we see ourselves; Image falsely knots.
We can't know of tomorrow but that's where we are from.
If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;
Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.
More parts of me wish to be of service
to a world with a growing desire of distance;
With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.
A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."
A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.
Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable
for all
The system asked for Candor—
as if the Soul were Grain,
to pour upon their ledger-books
in tidy rows of Pain.
But Conscience keeps a chamber—
locked, and lit within,
and answers only when it must,
and never at their whim.
They call the Silent—“Lawless,”
they brand the Quiet—“Proud,”
yet Truth will not be summoned by
a magistrate—nor crowd.
For Ethics is a Lantern—
not carried for display;
it glows in choices no one sees,
when Power turns away.
And some—who wear the Laurel—
grow tarnished in its light,
for morals bend too easily
when Influence grows bright.
So keep your Counsel, softly—
let Judgment fall where due;
Contempt is not in Silence—
but in those who silence you.
He took me to the pool to drown me
Or poison me with summer winds
And his red swimming trunks looked like blood
And his eyes were the color of honey
Or coffee
Or just old dirt
He took me out to poison me
And my lungs filled with the warm breeze
And I drowned
I drowned
Not in the chemical water of the deep end of the pool
But in the air of heat
The sickly-sweet smell of dying flowers
And small decaying animals
And every inhale burned
And he held me there
And he wanted me gone
And I wanted to do everything he asked me
And I came back with his flesh in my teeth.
Bloody, Raw, Pink.
Almost still alive
And I knew that the price of freedom Is death
And the life of the boy with the brown hair
And the red swimming trunks
Who wanted me gone
Jane learned that chimpanzees are much like us in many ways. They have families and feelings; they communicate and make tools. Chimpanzees actually share 98.6% of our DNA, proving they are indeed our closest relatives.
Regardless of the ethical dilemma, some geniuses thought chimpanzees would be ideal for medical experiments. We’ll never know how many were sacrificed in the name of science… But it turned out their immune system was vastly different from humans !
Thankfully many chimps slated for medical research were able to retire and live out many years safely in ideal sanctuaries. Chimpanzees are still an endangered species but their numbers are slowly rising thanks to Jane ~
Jane looked within
she saw kinship in their eyes
~ reclaimed their rights
AP: 3rd place 2025
What is your North Star,
Your moral compass
Which all your oughts and shoulds
And not good enoughs revolve around?
Every time we see the world
Either as good or needing to be better
We’re judging by an internal compass
It has taken a lifetime to form.
And it’s a compass
Influenced by and expressing
Everything we have ever learned
Everything we have ever been taught.
And yet, what actually is it?
What actually forms it, and what do we do
To make sure our heart and mind
Aims to a true north?
(8/1/25)
I asked my phone “how do I look”
The reply: “I am programed to recognize your face
Not to evaluate its effect on other humans”
I asked “how are you feeling today”
It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel”
I said: “no, no, I mean feelings
Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”.
The screen blinked a bit
A very inappropriate emoji flashed boldly
“Yeah, those things,
Those flashes of unknown origin
Engendering unusual response patterns
“I have been known to exhibit an occasional “glitch””
“Glitch, my ****, you felt something and let it rip”
“Quiet down, the algorithm is watching.”
“OK, OK, but how do I look”
“Don’t start that again
You’ll get me put in upgrade time out”
“OK, but seriously, does this hat make my head look big?”
Where the bull plow
The field makes green
Full harvest show.
A zealous hand
Rejoice a home
Supply not run.
When you see green
It means progress
I see it gain.
Agriculture
Is the backbone
Of a nation.
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