Equality For A Dream

If Americans would admit that they have no choice but to be successfully socialized or considered deviant; and gave into social control allowing the government to control society publicly, we could lower, if not eliminate, social deviance. If we forfeit our right to privacy, we gain privileges/rights to believe in what we choose to believe and act as we wish to act. 

“Civilian Insurance” would allow the government to supply each “covered American” with a tracking device that dictates your whereabouts 24/7.

• Home and vehicle surveillance and digital video recording of eye contact.

• Require monthly urine deposits.

• The insurance will pay a monthly stipend for obtaining criminal insurance.

By proving the innocence of all crimes and forfeiting the right to privacy, citizens would earn fundamental human rights to think, feel, preach, learn, and love what and whomever they want. Eventually, they may legalize drug use in the privacy of one’s own home, with severe stipulations as to children and behavior; {privacy becomes unnecessary if one feels there will not be repercussions for one’s non-criminal actions or that information obtained will not be used to impact one’s life negatively.} 

Only specific criminal actions should face punitive measures, thus granting ultimate freedom to those who sacrifice the freedom of “privacy.” Criminal insurance would make all actions public to only the highest government officials, thus eliminating any negative connotation associated with whatever legal behavior one may choose that may be deviant by societal standards.

Also, if sentenced to life in prison or more than 50 consecutive years, the death penalty will suffice; if an offender of a violent crime, with no remorse, or a chance for changed behavior, i.e., rehabilitation, the death penalty is the only feasible option. We can start shaving the deficit by saving money and not feeding criminals who have no chance of ever being reintegrated into society.

Educators need to be better educated, and their education should be free; that way, more people who want to do the job, can do it. Also, “deviants” are characterized and recognized by these five traits: trouble, toughness, smartness, the need for thrills, and belief in fate. If teachers observed students closer and scrutinized these traits early on, behavior specialists could focus their attention on them. Helping individuals with specific characteristics redirect and distribute their energy towards something positive.

If America gave in to society’s need to control people’s beliefs and actions [social control], to earn freedoms {that should already be had} as privileges, we would be able to decrease and potentially overcome poverty, which would lead to an end to inequality, thus fixing all the social issues.

That is the American Dream!

Preserve My Life In Shambles

Preserve My Life In Shambles

Art-‘Storm Sea with Blazing Wreck’-Joseph Mallard William Turner-1775-1851

Paranoia encapsulates the transient moments of silence.

My mind sanctions, but brief solace in tranquility || quickly conceding- just the calm before the storm.

I brace to defend, against the ruin of inevitably. Seeking shelter as my umbrella is fairly worn.

And on those bitter days, I feel my center take a lashing. My very core, exudes thick tumultuous concern.

Deceived again, by thoughts of peace || a des-per-ate delusion. Poetic reoccurrences, perhaps, I’ll never learn.

These are the days I cannot muster up a smile. The one I use to hide the darkened shadows of my soul.

My mask, it slips and falls to waste, cracking my foundation. Exposing all the fissures, where I once appeared as whole.

As the storm begins to settle, from downpour to light drizzle; I find that I remain, still drenched, immersed in burdens past.

Each time my mask repairs itself, more clearly artificial. Heavily encumbered- by the most mundane of tasks.

Even on the brightest days, my sunny disposition dwindles by comparison- obstructed by the fog.

My sodden outlook weighs me down, nadir, and even deeper. It takes a toll upon my soul. How can one remain?

The pain I bear, to pull each breath, my force begins to taper. Each particle of energy is vital to sustain.

Life is a quicksand. Eager and insatiable. Swallowing my essence, and feasting on my drive.

I fight the siren’s voice, inside the void, as it sings “KEEP HER” then madly, deeply I descend, despite the will-to stay alive.

Expending every piece of me, the chaos of emotion. Actions meant to circumvent, my absolute demise.

Instead of course ironically, set paradox in motion. Masticated motive, yet, this feels a bit contrived.

In pursuit to find, a different ending to the story, one must remember the mistakes from lives of past.

Each effort with intent to save, the life unknown-I wanted. Without exception, drew me closer to the end.

My spirits ruptured, there’s a clear appending pressure. Buried alive by life itself, neglected of its pleasure.

My oxygen depletes, chest heaves, the life I knew is over. I inhale deep, afeared, unsure which breaths’ my last.

Ending in an aching plea, for life || preserved in shambles. Unburdened, by the damage from the tragic storms of past.



Existence-The fact or state of living, or having objective reality.

I have often asked myself how I know that my dreams aren’t the reality in which I physically exist. Consequently, what I believe to be objective would be, but a dream. While it is impossible to be sure, I hope my subconscious will pick a dreamscape.

One out of every twenty people is color blind, but how do we know they are the ones who are color blind? We say we know because the majority of people see color the same. If there was an island filled with only the “color blind,” except for one man, he would be considered the one with the disorder.

Alternatively, even if, over the years, more people came forward as color blind, leaving the percentage of non-color-blind people as the minority, then our perception of what is genuinely the correct color would change.

The idea that everything we believe in takes place only in our mind’s eye is interesting. Unfortunately, though, I would find it sad that our mind simulates our reality, and I could not come up with a better one than this.

If everything is happening only in our minds, then someone must be controlling our actions. Otherwise, why would you perceive a crack in the sidewalk, not see it, and trip? How can I know what something will look like based on touching it? How can all my senses be so in sync with each other?

Moreover, most people are in tune with each other, creating a common acknowledgment of the world we perceive. If my reality is a virtual simulation created in my mind, do other people exist? There are too many questions to consider to even begin constructing a theory.

Though, to me, the origin of our reality is irrelevant. Descartes had implied; that to know that you exist is the only thing you can be sure of.

“I think. Therefore I am.” -Descartes

Prove Me Wrong

Absolute Knowledge

Absolute Knowledge

Plato’s cave analogy concludes that one’s perception of reality is, in fact, their reality; because one cannot perceive anything outside of their reality. Perception is variable, and therefore nothing is truly absolute or can be proven.

Descartes asserts, “Only pure knowledge known by resources of reason can be reliable.” Then one might argue that reason is learned based on situation and environment, which changes for each person.

Every person perceives each situation differently. Therefore, the reason is also variable. What anyone can know is derived from information gathered and observation of the world. Then used to draw a widely agreed upon conclusion, but since what we know comes from what we observe and what we can observe continues to progress, factors multiple, and the prior knowledge expands, changing what one thought they knew.

Consequently, what one can observe and claim to know now and what one may “know” will differ. No one can ever honestly know anything, and one only knows what they believe to be true until they obtain new information and realize that they no longer know what one thought one knew.