Life Experiment

Life Experiment

This is an experiment; one that has been running through my head since before I could remember. 

Why wait to begin the experiment, you ask?

I was not ready and still I'm not.

My mind is too full of clutter do this.

But it is now my mindset  to get rid of it all.

No more girlfriend, no more love, no more drinking, no more drugs, no more More.

Just me and my mind.

Still there is clutter there: thoughts of memories;,predictions of the morrow.... There is still much to start; But I must before it's too late.

How to evacuate the mind of these?

The answer comes along with  time as that is the same thing cures the mind. 

Weak Cops, Strong Tasers

How many people have die senselessly by the hand of the zealot canadian police. Note that sentence did not end in a question mark because it is not really a question at all...one is too many. Now since the use of the "non" lethal weapon there have been many more sad cases of people like you and I being tasered. At man stepping off a plane in confusion, a little girl face down in the snow, mentally sick man pacing outside a convenient store, and the list goes on and on.

I understand that police need to have some measure of safety but we must remember first and foremost what they are there to do is to keep us safe. That is what they choose to do and it is honorable if the act accordingly. It seems like they are more worried about their safety then ours. Sorry, Po Po, you can't have it both ways. We cannot praise you for doing such an dangerist job and at the same time make that same job a threat to the public which it serves. Could you ever imagine a fireman or a soldier having such a mentality? Of course not. They know that they are there to save lives at the risk of their own. If you look at the story about the taser deaths you'll soon see that these weapons were not used because the police felt a threat to their lives or even safety but because the simply could. Now, you want me to honor these "profession". No I will not, but I will tell you this: as these deaths mount and the tears of the loves ones left behind trickles down to touch us all, whether it is a friend of a friend who die or a story read in a newspaper that touched our hearts, it will be the police who will be fear and not the so called criminals.

So heed your warning weak cops with strong tasers for we are all fast becoming adhor by your actions and soon those actions will be requited. Then we all lose.

Drowning

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You are there like the distance we never really see, 

trying my best for things I'll never get to be...

Looking in a sea made of lost hopes and broken dreams,

and I am scared for the reflection seems...

That what I see is really me,

Slowly fading into the dark shadow of this boundless sea...

Where I fall I yet to know,

I  look for help but I know it won't show...

For it's been too long to be this lost,

thinking of what I've done to pay this cost...

I've crossed the point of no return,

I'm feeling calm as sadness burns...

All my life I've try my best, 

maybe now I'll get to rest...

And now I know the end is near, 

for silence is all I hear...

One last chance for one last prayer,

I pray to God that he will care.

Truth B Told

Last Drive For Survival

These worrisome days lead to spent souls and lost minds,

for far too many have some to rest in a place of chaos,

It is only in these darkest hours where we see the brightest light,

for our eyes are forever hungry for what they have not,

So much that a single ray of light becomes as luminous as a sun's death,

it is this last drive and refute to die that makes us strong and unruly,

We are a supreme race with the end always in mind,

so that it is never actually at hand.

This is a poem inspired by the events of 9-11.  

Truth B Told

Vision Statement

This is a message to everyone out there that needs to believe in the Truth because that is the only thing that no one can change. Even if one thinks to know it, or wishes not to see it, or has been misinformed it will always be what is always was and that will never change.  So, I pose to bring it here for all to share and debate over.  Let us together write our history how we see apt and not leave it to others who may other wise have an eye on something else.  

There will be no topics too extreme or issue too temperate. No, this is not reserved for the elite news; this includes "news" but not limits it in either direction of importance.  We are here to see for our self what we deem to be of importance to us; and us may not be you.  And you may not be me so it is somewhere between the contrast of my opinion and yours where we'll find truth.  

We can never change the truth for it is already a fallen tear from the eye, whether they are tears of joy or pain is for you and you alone to resolve.

Oh last, about me. My name is not really Alias Incognito and what I do nor who I am should matter much to you because I am not the Truth.  I am not even the Truth writer. No, I am the truth starter.  I am the beginning of the journey to it; so who I am or what I do is of little importance expect for the fact I may be anyone, maybe even staring at you from across the room as you read this.

Truth Be Told